I am half elated and half deflated in anxious anticipation of Anthony coming home for the day tomorrow.
It will be a difficult day, and no amount of positive thinking will change that because the Parkinson’s Disease owns him now.
Two nights ago, I rang him and he said ‘they’ were going to blow him up and I wouldn’t be able to find his pieces. I could hear a nurse calming him down.
One of our best friends is going through the ordeal of chemotherapy and radiotherapy for cancer.
Several of my blog friends are battling severe health issues and one has just lived through the death of her daughter.
I am scared because I dón’t want Anthony to come home tomorrow because he is so heavy with illness.
It’s the old Ants I want – and so does he – ironic.