March, you suck!

I’m having a wobble this week. I’ve been trying to keep a brave face on things but it’s just not staying put. Sadly my husband is still in hospital and things just aren’t getting any better. If anything, they’re getting worse. It’s now March, two months since he was taken back into intensive care and his doctors still don’t know why he ended up in there in the first place. His symptoms are not improving and our worries and stress levels are getting higher. 

This week it’s our wedding anniversary and I don’t think we’ll be celebrating. There’ll be no date nights, no cosy nights in or weekends away. Instead, we’ll be lucky to share a cup of tea because I’ll be at work and then sorting out the kids until the end of visiting hours. March is usually such a positive month for me what with our anniversary, Mother’s Day and my birthday, but it just all seems a lot less shiny this year. 

My coping strategy is to keep as busy as I can, so I don’t have time to think about it all. I get asked several times a day how things are, how is Rog, is he home? I wish I had some good news but I don’t. I’m losing faith in the NHS and the care he is receiving, and I just want it all to end. Can’t we just rewind a few years? 

March, you were my favourite month but this year, you suck!