My beloved husband died on the 16th October 2009 after a 6 year battle with tongue cancer which then spread to his liver. He had been so brave and never moaned or complained even though he couldn't eat proper food only liquids due to the chemo and radiotherapy destroying his saliva glands I am so angry that he died but he was in so much pain and discomfort at the end that he couldn't take any more. I can't believe that I will never see or speak to him again, everybody says it will get easier but how can it without the love of my life, he was my world my everything. This Christmas will mean nothing without him. He was only 60, no real age, I thought we would grow old together and the realisation that this will not happen is just too much. I know I should try and build my life without him but the thought of maybe another 20 years or so on my own is unbearable.
I am pleased to have been able to express my feelings and thank anyone who reads this.
Liz
