Back in May 2018 my husband got the diagnose he had sclc and so began our journey with this monster . He started chemo a week later and took to it well no sickness,  he lost his hair, eyebrows, and his toe nails and finger nails peeled, also the chemo affected his bowels terribly. But he still went to work we went to cuba twice he wouldn't give in to it. He had16 rounds of chemo all together he got nutropenic sepsis twice from the chemo but fought on. The endless rounds of oral chemo at home, injections into his stomach to build his platelets up, the daily steroids ect began to take lis toll on his body. In February 2019 we were told the cancer had spread to his brain he had seven tumors in his head,  he decided no more treatment and we as a family  respected his choice.  It was July 2020 when he started to have daily  seizures,  would fall asleep  standing up and a week before he died his legs just wouldn't work, he was on a syringe driver for pain and he was fully  sedated as he wished and passed away in bed at home at 7.31am on the 5.8.2020. Its nearly 14onths since he passed but seems like yesterday to me we were married for 39 years  my husbands attitude was we all got to go one day and when your times up its up. I'm here for anyone who wants to talk and for any advice.