Coping with Loss of Wife,Best Friend and Soul Mate

Hi, 

I have been with my beautiful wife for 30 years, and we have 3 beautiful teenage daughters.

My wife has been fighting breast cancer since 2009, with numerous Chemotherapies, natural rememdies, surgery and radiotheraphy - after 4/5 years she was in reammission, and then 9 months later in 2015 it came back harder and faster - she has daily lung drains, and was put on various chemotheraphy drugs and in April 2017 she was deemed stage 4 as it had spread to her spine, liver, kidney, both breasts, neck etc - We thought the worse.

I took 9 months off from work to care for my wife, and in that time I studied Chemotherapy treatments, wrote to Pharmecetical firms, and went through weekly blood results in order to do anything I could to save my beloved wifes life.

With my research I was also able to push the Oncologists and talk to them on a 1-2-1 level (even my wife said it was like 2 Oncologists where in the room !) - and I was the one who discovered why my wife had rejected the Chemotherapy in the first place due to her Albumin levels where very low.

Armed with Blood results every week, checking white cells, B12, Albumin I was able to tailor my wifes diet and she was able to have the chemotheraphy week on week.

Working together we managed to keep her alive for another 9 months, however sadly it caught up with her and she died in December 2017 just after Christmas.

Althought this is still very raw, I miss her every day, and have 3-4 breakdowns a day, constant crying, longing, and yearning for my wife - I wear her perfume and jewellery and still sleep with her dressing gown and have kept the house exactly as she left it so ther are no changes "when she returns home"

In 30 years we were together, we were only away from each other for 2 weeks, and we were more than Husband and Wife, she was my soul mate, best friend, we were a unit, we held hands, told each other we loved each other everyday, and I wanted no one else - she was my everything and the only thing in my life I was ever afraid of losing.

I still cry in pain that this could happen to someone so beautiful, and I have had the phases of grief doubt, and anger.

I hate the cliches, "be strong for the children" but how can I when I am not strong for myself, and the girls are teenagers, they are in their rooms talking to their friends, or boyfriends, and I am left on my own - the girls will grow up and I will walk the rest of my time on this earth without my beloved.

I particularly like the "it will get better after the funeral" this I can tell you is ********* ! it has got worse - I have more crying breakdowns, even when I go to places that me and my wife visited I hyper ventilate and freeze on the spot.

Yes I have couselling, but everyday the pain intesifies as does the emptiness and hollowness inside.

I am told I did all I could for my beautiful wife, and I would give everything I own just to have her back with me again.

I wanted to share my story, with others and I read a statistic once that said "75 men a day under the age of 50 are made widowers" and now I am in that statistic.

I am finding it hard to cope everyday, and it feels like my head is caving in with all the tears and emotions - I assume I am not alone

Simon 

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  • Hi Simon.

    I guess lots will have changed for you as its been 9 months since you wrote this and I hope you are coping better. Your post has many similarites to my story. 

    My wife was mis diagnosed and them 9 wasted months allowed it to do it's worst. We have one child and she was young when we lost her mom. Like you work became nothing and to get my wife through the first lot of treatment as we felt sure we could beat it and we broke down each of the stages to make the mountain she faced in to smaller more mentally managable challenges.

    After all the treatment we had 12 months of being well but the fear of the return of the illness she claimed was worse than the illness itself. Within the 12 months the fear became a reality and it was in her spine and my wife was lucky she could walk. Again there was a delay in diagnoses and the doctors just dismissed her fractured spine as shoulder pain, the one doctor even telling my wife to sleep on the other side.

    You remember days that changed the world and I remember every date that our world was desroyed one piece at a time. We had another 14 months together after this diagnoses where I cared for her in the final days at home and hugged in to her as she took her last breath just the 2 of us alone.

    Theres lots more to tell but this is your post Simon and I'm not here to make it all about my story but I do want to help you with my mistakes if you want them. 

    I see from your post you had a lot of grief and I hope this has past but it's a process I never went through and now I pay a heavy price. When I said goodbye I was alone as my wifes family aren't very good and mine live a long way away so couldnt be here for me 100% so I had to arrange everything. Our daughter needed stability and I shut it all down and went into being more like a robot. That was over 6 years ago and it's no easier but inside I am empty. I have no emotion other than anger and other than my daughter I care about no one. I am stuck between two worlds where I know I can not leave my little girl but want to be with my wife so badly. I read your post and like you I tried my hardest and at hospital I would be told I should become a nurse as I would care for my wife and not a nurse but I would tell them I will only do it for her. But now I know I failed her and I could have done so much more and like you I get so annoyed when I'm told I did so much for her. Or when I'm told how good i'm doing raising our daughter and I refuse to accept that as I was given an amazing little girl when my wife had to go. And the worst of all is the feeling of how much better our little girl would have been if it was me. I hate that it wasn't even now.

    There is a saying and that is emotionally i'm done, mentally i'm drained, spiritually i'm dead, but physically I smile. This is where I am after six years because I didn't let my feelings out and I really hope you have. When you said you wore her perfume, I used to spray it but it never smelt the same. When my wife was here I would roll to her side of the bed and smell her pillow as I just loved how she smelt but that went so quickly after.

    I from time to time give myself an hour off as I remember a night she was out. I was sat on my laptop listening to music on you tube and even now I remember what it was. So I get not so little one to bed and get my head phones on and do the same as I did that night. I feel like she's just out with friends and she will be back soon. I do love that hour where I'm still married and soon my beautiful wife will be home. It's a hard crash back to reality and messes me up for a few days but it's always worth it. Just to have her back for one hour.

    I hope you can take a little something from this with me having gone through over six years and your still very close to the date of your loss. The people that tell you to be strong for your girls have the right message but just say it wrong. I still hug my daughter as she cries her little heart out for her mom and her greatest fear is lossing me too. As hard as it is to get out of bed some days if you need a reason make your girls that reason.

    I hope you read this and you can take something from it.

         

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  • Hi Simon.

    I guess lots will have changed for you as its been 9 months since you wrote this and I hope you are coping better. Your post has many similarites to my story. 

    My wife was mis diagnosed and them 9 wasted months allowed it to do it's worst. We have one child and she was young when we lost her mom. Like you work became nothing and to get my wife through the first lot of treatment as we felt sure we could beat it and we broke down each of the stages to make the mountain she faced in to smaller more mentally managable challenges.

    After all the treatment we had 12 months of being well but the fear of the return of the illness she claimed was worse than the illness itself. Within the 12 months the fear became a reality and it was in her spine and my wife was lucky she could walk. Again there was a delay in diagnoses and the doctors just dismissed her fractured spine as shoulder pain, the one doctor even telling my wife to sleep on the other side.

    You remember days that changed the world and I remember every date that our world was desroyed one piece at a time. We had another 14 months together after this diagnoses where I cared for her in the final days at home and hugged in to her as she took her last breath just the 2 of us alone.

    Theres lots more to tell but this is your post Simon and I'm not here to make it all about my story but I do want to help you with my mistakes if you want them. 

    I see from your post you had a lot of grief and I hope this has past but it's a process I never went through and now I pay a heavy price. When I said goodbye I was alone as my wifes family aren't very good and mine live a long way away so couldnt be here for me 100% so I had to arrange everything. Our daughter needed stability and I shut it all down and went into being more like a robot. That was over 6 years ago and it's no easier but inside I am empty. I have no emotion other than anger and other than my daughter I care about no one. I am stuck between two worlds where I know I can not leave my little girl but want to be with my wife so badly. I read your post and like you I tried my hardest and at hospital I would be told I should become a nurse as I would care for my wife and not a nurse but I would tell them I will only do it for her. But now I know I failed her and I could have done so much more and like you I get so annoyed when I'm told I did so much for her. Or when I'm told how good i'm doing raising our daughter and I refuse to accept that as I was given an amazing little girl when my wife had to go. And the worst of all is the feeling of how much better our little girl would have been if it was me. I hate that it wasn't even now.

    There is a saying and that is emotionally i'm done, mentally i'm drained, spiritually i'm dead, but physically I smile. This is where I am after six years because I didn't let my feelings out and I really hope you have. When you said you wore her perfume, I used to spray it but it never smelt the same. When my wife was here I would roll to her side of the bed and smell her pillow as I just loved how she smelt but that went so quickly after.

    I from time to time give myself an hour off as I remember a night she was out. I was sat on my laptop listening to music on you tube and even now I remember what it was. So I get not so little one to bed and get my head phones on and do the same as I did that night. I feel like she's just out with friends and she will be back soon. I do love that hour where I'm still married and soon my beautiful wife will be home. It's a hard crash back to reality and messes me up for a few days but it's always worth it. Just to have her back for one hour.

    I hope you can take a little something from this with me having gone through over six years and your still very close to the date of your loss. The people that tell you to be strong for your girls have the right message but just say it wrong. I still hug my daughter as she cries her little heart out for her mom and her greatest fear is lossing me too. As hard as it is to get out of bed some days if you need a reason make your girls that reason.

    I hope you read this and you can take something from it.

         

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