When Paul was diagnosed as terminal and with months to live the enormity of that one statement was overwhelming.
Whilst we continued to live as normal as possible, we always had hope that the cancer would just go away, vanish. But this concept was living in denial. It is easier to live in denial than accept the situation for what it is.
As the months passed us by and Paul was deteriorating, there came a moment where we both accepted the situation for what it was and started to plan. Although I think Paul accepted his fate much earlier than I did.
I started to prepare Paul for death and he prepared the family and I for life without him.
I believe once we accept, we can then prepare and move forward. It is then out of our control and accept that whatever happens will happen.