This is my first post. I lost my husband 3 months ago to cancer. It still doesn't seem real. I'm fine during the day but it's worse at home. My daugher is 9 and she was a Daddy's girl. However, she seems to be doing better than me. The worst thing is the regrets. We had a lot of ups and downs. He kept smoking during the chemo. I was sooo angry and scared. We argued about it a lot. He stayed in denial. He was still doing better, the cancer wasn't growing and then he was sick and gone in a few days. I'm past the anger, now just sad. We didn't get that time to say goodbye, even though we knew it was coming. I never realized how much I would miss him. I've always been very independent. I never realized how much I depended on him. I miss him every minute. Thanks for listening.