Ex_turned_caregiver, caregiving again

The Ex met me at the carport door when I arrived Monday afternoon, clinging to the doorjam for balance, tears streaming down his face. He emphatically whispered, "I'm so glad you're back," and he hugged me hard.

He's a little thinner, maybe. Certainly more pale. The tumor in his cerebellum is wrecking his balance and his voice is gone.

On Tuesday we met with the oncologist who said results of the last PET scan showed no change. I don't believe there was no change... there had to be SOME change,

Ex_turned_caregiver, going back to Ex

It was just starting to feel like home again. I knew where I was when I woke up and I eventually recovered my memories of where we keep stuff in our home. Our cupboards here are as sparse as the Ex's cupboards are overflowing; truly a lesson in lifestyles.

Labor Day weekend, my husband rented a car, drove all night and met me in Jax, FL, where we