Lurching about

My attention's scattered - not sure if I can blame this on my constant awareness of Geoff's gruelling treatment (and a sickly half-arsed awareness it is too, no natural nurturing or a thoughtful thoroughness of care, just twanging lurches of the sudden  - "Oh, I must make some chicken soup"- type, which shake me out of whatever I was about to say or do). On Boxing Day for example I was about to give baby Helen a mielie in a bowl, and after they'd gone I found it in a bowl in the butler's hatch thingie still. (or whatever that shelf between the kitchen and the dining-table's called).
Right now I'm ... well, while I'm typing this I'm thinking I must make a website on Wix (?) for my artwork, I've taken photos and must just set it all up but the notes and painting pics have been waiting in a folder on my desktop for at least two months if not more.
And, there I go again, interrupting myself with something irrelevant to this cancer blog. I'm offtrack, wanting only to write: what do I say to Geoff, how do I help him go through what he is going through, how do I offer concrete comfort? So far I say: I love you. I say I'm so sorry you have to go through this. I drive him to his treatments and I do all the little things he usually did - feed the dogs, walk them (we have Sarah's with us for a while) - pack the dishwasher, buy the groceries. I try and show I love him in the deeds but it's hard. Just adding his few tasks to mine is filling my days with administration frustration! I'm tired of watering the garden, cooking, driving, hanging out washing and so on. Someone fetched the campcot today - I advertised it for free on our chat group and it was scooped up almost straight away.
We saw the oncologist (Dr Holtshausen) on Wednesday 27th December: young, brisk, practical and quite sympathetic. For Geoff's raw burnt throat: Two Stilpayne (schedule 5) every six hours - he can reduce to one every six hours if pain is managed. Will move onto Tramacet if needed. For the white fungal patches in his mouth: Mycostatin or a generic, two drops three times a day. For the burn on the outside of the skin: cornflour and no rubbing. For mouth hygiene: bicarb. For his wounds (two on his head, one on his shoulder) savlon, salt solution, gelonet and gauze. For depression: Lorien. And then for his usual hassles, Redilev for epilepsy, Crampease Nite for leg cramps that wake him up, and Ecotrin for blood-thinning. Later he may have to move on to liquid morphine.