Two months have past and It was time for our second Doctors appointment. Thinking about some of the things I might ask the doctor but to afraid to ask. Did I really want to no the answers, I don't think so. I'm not ready yet. Still coming to grips that my husband has a terminal Illness. Again, how did this happen to us. At this point In the disease I was just starting to do some of Mr.K's care. Have you ever tried to put contacts Into someone else's eyes, It's not easy. We pulled Into the parking lot of the doctors office I helped Mr.K out of the car because his legs were getting really weak and could hardly hold him up. I sat him In the wheelchair and rolled him through the door. I positioned him In the waiting area while I went to the desk to tell them we had arrived. Standing there I am wondering how many times I would be doing this, would these people become our friends are they looking at me feeling sorry for me, which I never wanted. Waiting just a few minutes In the waiting area the nurse came to get us. I stood up and grabbed the wheelchair and rolled him back to the room where we waited quietly for the doctor to come In.