After my husband died of cancer in 2017, I was cleaning out his office and found a letter from his oncologist. The letter stated that his cancer was terminal and that he would live for four to six months, and that he would continue to undergo chemotherapy until then.
I knew my husband had cancer. And he told me he’d fight it again, like last time.
He never mentioned the letter or the diagnosis the doctor had given him. The letter was dated November 2016. My husband went into liver failure on April 9, 2017. I had no idea it was terminal, so I fought to keep him alive. I talked to the doctors to do what I could. Surgery was performed again to unblock the bile duct. And they did.
My husband, however, never told me anything about terminal cancer and his 4-6 months to live.
He passed away on May 26, 2017.
I think he was trying to deny that he was going to die. And he also didn’t want me or the children to spend the last six months of his life crying and being sad.
He took the kids skiing in Colorado in January 2017.
He and I took a trip to Miami in February 2017.
I think he knew deep down that he was going to die. But accepting your own mortality is a difficult thing for some people to do.
He was a fantastic man.
Edit – Thanks for all the votes, they mean a lot to me.
I thought I’d add a photo of my husband and me before he had cancer. Just to show what a handsome, healthy man he was. Before cancer came along and took everything from him and us.