Back in October of 2014 my husband was diagnosed with colon cancer. He had a sub total colectumy done. During the surgery they removed 23 lymph nodes and 18 of them tested positive for cancer. He went through 6 rounds of chemo. The 5fu, and bringing the bag home for 48hrs. After the 6 rounds he was having pains. Went in and did a scan. New cancer had formed in his abdomen lining. Our Dr. at the time gave him 6months and if lucky 2 years. So my husband did research and we ended up going to the cancer centers of america in Zion Illinois. There he underwent 10 more rounds of chemo. A scan was done, and the Cancer had grown in his abdomen, formed on his liver and spleen. The cancer in his lining had spiderwebed out and hooked around his small intestine causing a slight blockage. When we returned home the begining of July. He ended up in the hospital, because of the blockage. He was then sent home with hospice care. His cancer had spread that chemo was doing more harm than good, and no Dr would do surgery to remove it. My husband came home with care of hospice nureses twice a week. I cared for him as his health went down. His final weeks he had lost so much weight, and in the final days he could no longer swallow and entered into what they called terminal restlessness syndrome. The morning he died. October 19th 3:05 am. I held his hand, got to say I love you and kissed him one final time. He passed quickly. Now here I am. 32 years old trying to raise 2 little boys  8& 5. I fear everyday, because my husbands cancer was caused by a mutated family gene called lynch syndrome. It's a 50/50 chance one or both of our boys could have it. The fear, and heartache knowing that one or both of them could go through what my husband did. It breaks my heart. I was told to have them tested at age 15, but I fear this. My husbands brother was 39 when he passed from him, and my husband 36.. They are getting younger. Everyday is a challange and I pray to god I raise my boys right.