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Hi, Here is my story. My husband of 20 years was diagnosed with small cell lung cancer on April 1, 2009. Great joke huh? It had already travelled to both his lungs, his liver and his bones. He died 2 1/2 months later on June 17th, 2009. It all started in March when he began complaining of leg and butt pain. Everyone assumed it was sciatic nerve. After 3 ER visits, a visit to the chiropracter and about 200 vicoden later I demanded an MRI. WHAM. I was at work when they got the results and the ER doctor told me Keith had cancer. No sitting us both down, no compassion, nothing. But I knew by the sound of his voice it wasn't good. I didn't want to go to the hospital right away because I knew my life was going ton change forever but my boss pushed me out the door. After speaking with the oncologist and planning a course of treatment, we told our 16 year old daughter. Flash forward 2 1/2 months and he was gone.
In December of that same year I lost my mother in law, my Mom, my favorite Aunt and my dog. I didn't have time to grieve I had to keep moving forward. Now I am just starting to grieve. Am I a bad widow? for not grieveing before this?