My name is Donna. My husband David was diagnosed in April with an inoperable tumor in his right lung. It was attached to a major artery. The biopsy confirmed it was cancer. Stage four. In may after starting radiation and chemotherapy he suffered a massive stroke on the right side of his brain. All the drs were warning me he would die. But he survived and even recovered enough to walk and do small chores. He had physical therapy and was making giant leaps. Then he caught a cold, [i thought] I took him to the dr, then to the er, then to a neurologist and pulmonary dr. Before I could get all the results he woke up monday in a great deal of pain. I called 911 and they took him to the er. They started strong pain meds and antibiotics. That day the pulmonary dr called to say his ct scan showed the cancer had spread and he was in the final stages. I took him home Christmas Eve and he died the day after Christmas. We had our guests for dinner and took turns talking to him, because they said he can hear us, he just can't respond. At 8:17AM Dec 26th he took his last breath. He was not alone and I stayed with him so I could hold him until they came for him. It was all I could do at the time. But now I live as if he is off on a fishing trip and will be home any day. How long does that last. I have to call upon God to give me strength every day and all thru the day. I don't even know how I got thru the funeral. But now I feel so lonely. So not ready to go on with life. But I will go on, because I am president of a ladies club and I have responsibilities. There are many members who have already gone thru what I am now going thru. I pray they can hand me some of their wisdom.