When my husband was diagnosed with lung cancer, they told me he had six months to live. He came home. He wanted to die at home. I called Hospice they were coming out on Monday. Sunday, his family came over and he talked to them. He was so animated. When they left he fell asleep. I watched him sleep for five hours then sat next to him. He took his last breath at two in the morning. I was there with our two sons. We watched that beautiful man take his last breath.
My problem is why did they say six months when I only had six days. If I had known I would have sat and talked and held him every minute. But I always thought I would have time. Time for us to talk alone. We did but there was so much more I wanted to say. The Dr's should give you the worse case scenario then when he lives past it you can consider it a blessing.
So now I write him a letter every night saying all those things I wish I had said to him before he left me.