A blog about navigating the world when the love of your life gets diagnosed with terminal brain cancer.
My partner was diagnosed with a Grade 4 Glioblastoma in June of 2026. He was 39 years old.
It’s changed our lives beyond all recognition. I feel like we are living three decades in the space of three months, and making decisions I didn’t expect to make until we were in our 70s.
Alongside all of that, I am dealing with ‘pre-traumatic stress disorder’ (properly known as Anticipatory Grief) which leads to some wild conversations and occasional breakdowns in the dairy aisle of the local supermarkets.
Our friends have been amazing. We are beyond blessed with the people who surround and support us. But people struggling with their own grief have made things difficult too. And it’s often hard to be truly honest with people when there’s nothing at all they can do to help.
I’ve never been a diarist, but I’ve always processed my thoughts and feelings though writing. For me, writing things down makes them concrete and real. And I find it so much easier to express myself through text than through speaking.
If you think you recognise us from this blog, feel free to WhatsApp me, but please don’t put any comments with our names on here. I need this space to be one where I can write freely.
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