I cried at her visitation but that is the only time that I've cried. My psychiatrist said it's because of my years of clinical experience I'm able to detach. I suppose there is some truth to that observation.
During the most intense parts of chemotherapy I didn't have any interest in parenting. The nausea and bone pain and fatigue kept me from enjoying the thing that I loved the most. I'm not that interested in parenting currently, or wifing for that matter. I don't mind folding laundry or unloading the dishwasher or cleaning out drawers because I can control those tasks. And they can be done without thinking or effort.
I wonder when normalcy returns? When do you wake up and feel the way you did before the person you loved died? Can I get one more day with Lara? One more phone call? One more family event? I don't like the end to this story. My version is much better. Can this be my new reality? When will sensation return?