my husband died on 15 the with lung cancer. He was diagnosed six weeks earlier and the prognosis was 5to9months. He got a chest infection after his first chemotherapy. He never really recovered fully from that and could not speak properly and during the last days of his illness could not speak at all. The hardest bit for me so far is finding out three days before he died that he chose to die. I could not understand why he was not fed or put on a saline drip, during this time I did not see a doctor either and only actually saw a doctor the day before he died. Yes I. Am weepy and sad and all I can see right now in my mindis his dead body, but I am hurt and angry that he kept his planned unassisted suicide to himself so we never had a last conversation and said the things I wanted to say, I know he probably thought it best but I feel that after 48 years he could have discussed it. So how do I put this out of my mind it's driving me mad.