My wonderful husband died a month ago from Lymphoma. I feel like I've lost my faith in everything. Life is cruel. There is no justice in this world. All we wanted was to grow old together and fate couldn't even allow us that. I cry alot and feel very bitter. There was a lot of delay before his diagnosis and I feel very angry at the health professionals. I never saw any of his doctors when he was in hospital so I don't know why they took so long to treat him. All I know is that he got visibly weaker and then he died and no one seemed to really care or have any sense of urgency about anything.
Battery has run down must stop.
No need to reply I've just upset and need an outlet.
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