The love of my life
I lost my husband on December 29th,2011 after a 1 month fight against maligant brain cancer called Glial Blastoma, a very agressive type. He woke up on November 29th at about 4 in the morning and said he had a headache, we never thought anything of it. He had a couple ibuprofen and went back to bed, he had never been sick. Eight hours later I received a call from his co-worker saying he was in the hospital and being airlifted to the city. He had a brain biopsy on Dec 4th verifying it was cancer and Dec 11th had surgery to remove as much tumor as they could. They got 90% and we were so happy thinking that was great news. After surgery he did amazing, he was up doing physio and walking with a walker and we never once thought he wouldn't come home after his radiation treatments. I told him he was going to have his treatments and then come home and we were going to spoil him like he deserved. This cancer is aggressive and couldn't be controlled and December 23rd after his 2nd radiation treatment things took a turn for the worse. He could no longer move, didn't open his eyes or eat much. December 29th he passed away at 51 years old. His memorial was January 5th, 1 week away from our 27th anniversary. We have 2 daughters, 24 and 21 who are devastated, and I feel like my life is over. He was the kindest, most helpful man ever and it is so unfair this happened to him. He has worked 24/7 for 26 years in our business and finally decided he would slow down this year and we would do things together. He would have, and did help anyone that needed help. Now, he gets nothing and we are left behind without him. All I do all day is cry and look at his picture, going anywhere is a struggle and I don't leave the house unless I absolutely have to. We are all so miserable, I can't put it into words. It just seems like a nightmare that we can't wake up from. He said over and over again in the hospital during the month he was there how lucky he was that he had such good family, friends and health care to take care of him - that was the kind of man he was. He was so sick and he could say he was lucky. Our lives were so connected with each other, and when people say love at first sight, that is how it was with us and remained. I can't accept that he is gone and never will.