My husband of 38 years died just over a week ago. My head is in a spin.
He had a very aggressive sarcoma, only diagnosed 2 years ago, and told it was terminal just a year ago. The last 7 weeks we existed in our living room where I was his full time carer. He got his wish to die at home. It was harrowing, he was begging to die before the drugs kicked in to sedate and settle him. I can't unsee or unhear that.
He is at peace now, the end was very quick, just 2 days before he was staill chatty although weak.
I'm trying to do one thing at a time, take one day at a time, plan his funeral, sort out the will. I'm exhausted, I was anyway from caring for him.
How do you keep going in these early weeks?
