I am Pat. I was married to Billy for 25 1/2 years but he was my best friend for 31. In the summer of 08 he started losing weight, was anemic and exhausted. Doctor did a workup, couple of tests but nothing was conclusive. In the fall he fainted at a fundraiser. He had never fainted a day in his life. I knew something was really, really wrong. Despite going to doctors, we still didn't have a diagnosis. In December he had a nagging cough. The doctor sent him home with antibiotics. Two weeks later he still had "the cough". I told him to not come home from the doctor without a chest X-ray. I was praying he only had pneumonia. His dr called and said there was a spot on the X-ray. Two days later the CT scan showed lung cancer and after a PET scan he was diagnosed with Stage IV.
He fought quite the battle. He kept going for chemo and radiation and cyberknife for his brain metastasis. He lived for 137 days after that diagnosis was made. His doctor said he was doing well, the tumors were shrinking. But his lungs filled with fluid and he was hospitalized for a week. Chemo had ravaged his body. I brought him home and 4 days later he died in my arms surrounded by his family.
It will be 6 years in April and some days it feels like a year ago and other days it feels like a lifetime ago. I miss him dearly and think of him so many times every day. I have remarried and have a house full of grown single kids(his and mine). It is not the life I had imagined, or dreamed of-but it is a good life. And that is something that I never ,ever thought I would have again.
Thank you for bringing this board together. It was my lifeboat in the early days and even though I don't post often, I read everyday. I wasn't ready to let you all go and so happy I didn't have to.
Pat