I lost my husband, my best friend 3 days ago after a long fight to Lymphoma.
we have two daughters who are 10 & 13. He was only 49 years old and worshipped the ground the 3 of us walked on.
he was our world and I'm struggling to even try and come to terms with our new life.
I struggle for breath sometimes and feel like I'm panicking as I can't deal with the pain.
i sob myself to sleep every night and wake constantly through the night hoping I wake up and it's not happened.
im at my parents house with the girls as they have been my rock.
and I've organised to have our bed taken away and a new one ordered. Funny as it sounds our bed was where we loved each other intimately but also where he suffered his most painful days with his cancer.
reaching out as don't feel like I can cope.
jo xx
