On the 30th August, my wonderful husband lost his fight with this horrible disease. He was diagnosed at the end of January with stomach cancer but by then it had already spread to his spine & lymph nodes. My strong capable and confident hubby went from being well to being a lot of pain and reduced mobility in the space of a few weeks. but he made it past those first few crappy months with the help of radiotherapy and a good palliative nurse who balanced his meds with his needs. We knew from the start that it would win at some point but after chemo pushing it back and being given an extended prognosis in June of 6-12 months with a break from the chemo it felt like we would get a bit of quality time without all the appointments. We managed a week before the next thing hit and he spent 2 weeks in the hospital after fluid built up in his chest. We got him home but it seemed that for every step forward there were 2 back. Even though he was so fatigued he still managed to get up everyday even if for a few hours to sit on the couch or for fresh air in the garden. He stayed my hubby right to the end, We cried together, laughed together and he never once showed me anything but love and care. I have been honoured to share the 10 years, before that I didn’t know it could be so perfect. I miss him so much that I think I might break. People talk about there being brighter days after the dark but I thought I’d had my dark days before we met and he has been my light . How do I do this without you xx
