The idea for this thread started with some words from Oldbat,” I'm sure there are some people who would consider that I have it "easy" because Karl's in a home.  But that ain't necessarily so.  He calls several times a day, I'm in touch with his assorted care-givers frequently, and I still have to run all the errands for things he needs, kleenex,wheel trans tickets, etc.  And there is always that big, black "Pigpen" (remember Peanuts?!) cloud of concern hanging over my head.  I have virtually no control over how he's being treated, etc., etc. and I can't give him the many hugs and frequent reassurance he needs.”

What clouds hang or have hung over your head?

Welcome to our community Wingman. I am glad you found us. I know you will find that the members of our community like Jorola, Oldbat, Nouce, Jimmie and others will understand your sadness and the cloud you carry – many are carrying similar clouds.  

I have always liked the term ‘wingman’ – a true, warm and protective kind of friendship. But that depth of friendship means you carry her in your heart – as you say whether you are with her or not – and so carry her struggles, your fears – that constant cloud. Do you find the cloud a little less oppressive when you are with her – almost as though her presence reassures you?
 

Your friend sounds like a wonderful, courageous woman. How did you meet?  Are you able to talk with her about the sadness you feel at her illness? 
 

Please keep writing - we are here to support you.

Katherine