Me. Not he. I have become a less bristly me since Burt was diagnosed.
Oh, yes, I panicked at first. He was so listless. Now his moods (for examples etc. see I’m so emotional…) give him plenty of volatility to play with. There are lulls, and he can be calm and kind.
I was always tough- to -standoffish in my stance with the world. Now, I, too, am emotional. Grief-stricken at all the losses I witness in him. Grateful for help and support.
Touched by the care and concern of friends and acquaintances. Moved (often to a teary state) by his resilience and fortitude.
It’s a bumpy ride.
this is our life 