It was easier when he was sick Crazy by Ashford - June 7, 2016June 7, 20161 Can I be honest here? Can I say something horrible that no one would ever think to say? Except that they might think it. Or they might think that I’m horrible for saying it. It could really go either way at this point. But I pride myself on my brutal (and sometimes inappropriate) honesty. So here it goes… It was easier when he was sick. There I said it. And I haven’t been struck by lightening just yet so let me explain myself if you would. It’s been almost a year since my husband was diagnosed with stage 3 melanoma. It’s been about 8 months since he began chemo. And it’s been about 3 months since he’s been feeling somewhat “normal” and our lives have returned. But
The Whole Truth Crazy by Ashford - August 18, 2015August 18, 201519 I don’t want to write this. I’ve been avoiding writing this. Mostly that’s because I can’t sit with one thought or one emotion long enough to form a coherent thought. The only consistency in my life right now is the fight in me. I’m fighting for his life. For our life. And I’m sorry for those of you who have been caught in the crossfire. You see when fighting this hard everything looks like a potential threat. Yes, even you. My mind is wild and the adrenalin never stops pumping. Hours after my normal bedtime I lie awake and I can feel it coursing through my veins. I am in a constant state of “flight or fight”. I am hyper-attuned to