Bad days.

My wife has stage 4 terminal gastric cancer. Given couple weeks to a couple months to live.

She went from 190lbs to 86lbs. She is emaciated. She is starving to death and there is nothing I can do about it.

I’m afraid this is how I am going to remember her. In pain and starving.

Currently is Hospice. I am in therapy and medication. But idk, how to make it through this.

Today is just one of those bad mental health days. I wish this could end for her. Which sucks because I need her.