My husband was diagnosed with GBM in May 2015. We fought it for two and a half years, going to the Mayo in Rochester, then the Moffitt in Tampa and finally back to my home at Cedar Sinai. He is the love of my life and I truly did not believe he would die. He has been gone two years now and I'm just now starting to breathe again. I know more about adrenal fatigue, suicide prevention and the stages of grief than I ever cared to know before. And I am finally coming out the other side. It's hell and there needs to be more information and more support for widows in this world. But I'm willing to share what I have learned.
