My wife died on 29th March at 1037am. It was only two weeks earlier that we had been told that Lara would be here until the end of July, if not longer. We got no warning, Lara got up on the Friday, had breakfast and felt pain across her chest. The district nurse appeared and suggested end of life treatment. I never got a chance to say goodbye, as lara planned to have heart to heart chats with us in May and I would have taken time off work. Lara was only 48yrs old, breast cancer got her. My life now feels pointless, I'm glad to get to bed each night. My life is finished, Lara competed me. I now have losts of regret about things i should have said, or done in those last few days. I feel betrayed as we never got the time we thought we had. If you saw her you would not have thought she was ill, only stopped working 6weeks before. I now have emptiness, and no signs from her.
