My partner (we have been together thirty years) has Stage 3-B, non-small-cell lung cancer that was growing into his airway and he has just had a Y-shaped stent implanted to help him breath.
He is only 49 and is going through all the complex emotions (as am i) that accompany the terror of the rollarcoaster that is cancer.
We are waiting for his treatments to start and at least now he will be able to breath while having his radio/chemotherapy. He has a lot of fight in him but gets very deflated when he hears the statistics associated with the situation he's going through.