But I didn't want to unduly worry him.
He's terrified of losing me.
He basically will need a guardian.
This news was unwelcome, but he understands, if he wants to stay in our home, it's gotta be.
"Less than a year" is considerably...well...less.
Felt like I was doing him a good turn, really.
But when I saw my New Therapist yesterday and told her about the Portland visit, and then said I hadn't told Husband about the prognosis...she was extremely surprised.
Agog even.
Today, I spoke with the Social Worker Goddess of the megalopolis health center, who is amazing and my savior in so many ways, catching her up.
Told her the same thing.
I was surprised and said so, and we spoke for another quarter hour. Her main point, which I now agree with, was: by not telling him, I was denying my husband the chance to be WITH me during this time.
All that kind of thing.
Mum was FURIOUS w/Dad for not talking with her while he had the chance. For 3 years, she railed against the unfairness.
Just one of those is plenty enough to be going on with.
So, tonight, I told him.
I think he's gonna be all right.