My son died of non cardia stomach cancer 3 years ago this week. I still lie awake for 2/3 hours every night thinking of him. Unfortunately I don't think about the happy memories I have of him , but always of his suffering. The fact that he was terminal on diagnosis, and given 2 to 5 months to live at the young age of 40. That he had to bear this brutal news. The fact that his last months were blighted with nausea and sickness. The fact that the night he died he was in excruciating pain from spasms. What caused them I don't know. These thoughts blot out the possibility of thinking of all the good things about him. Does anyone else feel like this?
