Maarten's Journey Begins

It's strange to think that my husband is on this new path, separate from me. For the past 15 years we have done almost everything together. But this is a new path for him to take. I will follow him on it, carry him if I need to, but it's his path, not mine.

I also find it strange to be in the house without him. I know it's only for a few days but I find myself listening for the sound of him arriving home and locking up his bike, or outside chatting with the neighbors. That will happen again soon enough. As long as Theo is gone.



This morning I went to the hospital at 9.30 and brought him a ham and cheese Croissant, then sat with him until lunch time. Tonight Fran and OA are picking me up so we can go for a visit. I've made him some food. He's starting to feel a little naseous, but it makes me feel better to know he has some decent food.

Off to the hospital...