How do people do this?

My husband has a brain tumor. Some days are good. Some days are bad. Some days are a living hell. Today started out fine, got a little bad, then turned... It is so frustrating living with someone when you don't know whether he will ever be the way he used to be. It's like living in limbo, which is, I think, the worst way to live. Just get better or just move on. Harsh, yes, but at least I'd have something concrete to deal with instead of something so abstract. I'm no philosopher. I need to know. now. soon. help.me.out.

I have no idea what I am doing here.

I don't know how to do this. Why am I here? The blogs I have read are so cool...put together, fun to read, and interesting. Here is my first one...blah, blah blah...boring. I want to write something that others would like to read, but isn't a blog supposed to be about what I want to write ? Does that even make sense?

Writing and publishing a blog opens one up to, well, EVERYONE! Why should I worry about what anyone thinks of what I write? I am pushing 40, and do I still care what people think of me? Not really, but there is that miniscule part of me that still does and it bugs me! Ugh!