Life, but not as we know it

Yes I am a sci fi fan, that title so aptly describes the ride I am on right now it's uncanny. Our life is busy, with two kids, working in a family business, lots of stuff on. But my husband Baz feels tired. Often. We put it down to pressure at work, a job he doesn't feel passionate about (sorry Murray) and to be honest I recently even thought our marriage might be rocky. The love wasn't flowing of late thats all. Neither of us were 'wandering' but we were just terse with each other too often. So I have decided to write this diary, maybe for my sanity, hopefully for times when Baz feels well and wants to understand how things are playing out. And sadly that maybe Jack and Amy may need to read this in their adult years to feel close to their Dad if he isn't here to tell them himself. This won't just be a journey of illness, treatment, and experience. I want to ensure I record as I think of them the moments that have lit up our lives together over the past 23 years, and I hope many more go come. So life, love, tears, farts, cancer and all.