I lost my dear husband Chris on March 1, 2012. His original diagnosis of melanoma was in June 2010. He went through many surgeries to remove the mass on his back and lymph nodes, had a skin graph from his thigh to his back and had injections of interferon (which I understand is typically used for people with hepatitis C) which did no good for melanoma. For someone that was always healthy and did not seek medical attention for any reason, suddenly have to go through all of this was so hard. June of 2011 he started having problems with balance. We found out he had a brain tumor. He went through (I don’t remember how many treatments) radiation which did its job, but then February of 2012, we found out he had 6 plus new brain tumors. Chris lived 3 weeks and 1 day after that diagnosis. My best friend was gone. I really didn’t know how I was going to go on without him. Our lease on the condo was up the end of the same month. I lost my Father less than 6 months before my husband. I was caregiver to both, which I wouldn’t trade for anything. I had/have no job ( we lived on his disability) but I have no benefits until I turn 60. A few years from now. I packed up our lives and put everything in storage, moved in with my son and his family. I really have had no time to grieve because I live in a house with 6 other people so I have no time for myself. Memorial Day weekend, my Son, his family and I drove to Dallas (where Chris was born) so we could spread his ashes. I have learned a lot about myself since all of this began 2 years ago and I suppose that being caregiver to both father and husband has helped me see all of this differently than maybe I would have otherwise. I was holding his hand when he took his last breath. That was really hard. I had to put the picture of us away for awhile, still too new I guess. We only had 29 years together, but I loved him dearly and we had a very good life together.