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I just joined this site today, so this is my first post. I noticed that others often post their story, so here's mine. My husband passed away 33 days ago, from lung cancer. We were just short of 25 years together. Even though we knew the statistics, his death felt very sudden just the same.
He was diagnosed in January 2011 with stage 4 lung cancer, when we thought he had pneumonia and he finally went to the doctor. At that time, they were guessing he would only have a few months. After chemo, his disease apparently went into remission, and we had a wonderful, happy, mostly healthy 9 months together, for which we were very grateful. His disease returned with a vengeance in April, two different chemos didn't work, and the cancer spread to bones and everywhere.
Three weeks before he passed, we were still able to go to the store on a food date, slowly but we did it. Then things snowballed--he was served by home hospice for all of 10 hours before he died, unable to get out of bed for only four hours. I seriously believe that he decided that if getting better for awhile was impossible, he would just check out.
I'm trying hard to be grateful, for those 9 months, for 24 years with a wonderful man. I can see so many of you were not blessed with that. Everyday I read more tragic stories in the newspaper. But I am so darn sad.