I was so pleased to see this site and to read that I am not the only one to cry a lot! My husband was diagnosed with lung cancer at the beginning of this year and was told radical treatment of chemo and radiation would hopefully sort him out. Michael sailed through the treatment and was very positive. Things started to go wrong about 2 months ago, he was falling over, fell down the stairs once, it was thought he may have a brain tumour. His scan date was brought forward and we were told on November 9th that the lung tumour had shrunk, he did not have a brain tumor but the cancer had gone to his liver, he could have had chemo but was so weak by then, had lost so much weight that he couldn't have it. We got a hospital bed installed in the lounge and there he passed away on 26th November. I cannot believe that it was so quick. I to have guilt feelings that I cared for him all year and could not help him at the end. My son came over from Australia but arrived too late, my other son was with me when Michael passed. My family and friends have been brilliant and so supportive, I feel so lucky to have them. I never realised how much I would miss him, the house seems so empty without him.
