Some of the folks here know that I've been through the worst time of my life over the last couple of weeks in all my 50+ years.
A few weeks ago my wife came home from work on Friday, said she wasn't feeling well, and went to bed. She spent the whole weekend in bed, so I made her go to a doctor on Monday. She went to St. Joseph's Hospital, they admitted her, and started doing tests. They didn't tell me until 2 days later that she had advanced breast cancer that had spread to her kidneys, liver, and bones. The prognosis was that she had about two weeks, maybe more becaude due to her condition there was no treatment option. Friday we moved her from the Hospital to a Hospice, and she passed away on Staurday morning 12-8.
There was a memorial service at our Church on 12-12-12, and some of the folks who post here came to the service, and sent cards from far away. I can't say how much that meant to me.
Going through papers, bills, statements and such today I found a bill from a medical lab for some sort of unspecified tests she had done about 18 months ago. Her mom died of cancer, and her dad died of cancer. she saw what they went through with the radiation, and chemo-therapy, and it appears she opted out of all of that misery in favor of keeping a higher quality of the time she had left. She kept it totally to herself, and totally together for all that time, working her job, doing housework, and cooking dinner right up to the night before she went to the hospital so as not to worry, or burden those who love her. That makes it harder now because we all wonder what might have been.
Now I'm trying to go forward about a minute at a time, trying to figure out where I go from here. As for those who offerred a card, a letter, a shoulder to lean on, or one to cry on.... thanks so much.