I cannot believe the speed with which this disease is killing my husband of fifty years. We were celebrating our golden wedding in Crete when he was taken into hospital for a strangulated hernia. It was there that we were informed he had fluid in the abdominal cavity and that it was, in fact, secondary cancer.
Somehow - with the aid of friends, a wheelchair and Olympic Airways, I got him back to the UK and as directed by the Greek doctors took him straight to hospital.
That was a mere three weeks ago and we've been told he won't see the summer, in fact he is deteriorating so quickly I doubt he'll see the spring.
There was no warning so in my head I am not really prepared. I won't see the world without him until it actually happens. How I'll feel by then I don't know. I keep positive but there are times when I fall to pieces.
