Hi I just feel the need to write and know this is the right place to do it.
My dearest husband of 41yrs passed away 3 weeks ago at home whilst in my arms and our children holding his hands
He was diagnosed with tribal pancreatic cancer last November and went thru 12 rounds of chemo. We made some precious memories whilst he was feeling well enough but he's health deteriorated fast when the stent in his bile duct was being squashed by the tumour. He had been given 6-9 mths max but he managed 12. We are very grateful for that extra time.
We have been very strong so far and we had a celebration of his life after his funeral which was very uplifting which my husband would have wanted .
This last week has been really hard for me as the reality that he won't be coming home again sinks in. I'm trying to keep busy but mornings and evenings are very lonely and I find myself crying a lot. I know this is natural and part of the grieving process so I let myself go and cry until I feel strong again. There is a huge void in my life but I'll have my memories to cherish forever. I have lost the love of my life yet have no choice but to carry on living nomatter how hard this will be until the pain and heartache becomes bearable.
Cancer is unbelievably cruel there is no doubt
