Hi Chrissie, I read your sad, sad email a few days ago, and wanted to think carefully before replying. I lost the love of my life, Geoff, just over two years ago to MM. He was only 52 – we'd been married for 30 years, were very much in love and we did everything together.
Geoff had been in total remission for 3 years before he went into total "melt down" in September 2009. I looked after him for five weeks in hospital, before his body finally gave up.
I, too, didn't know how I would survive without Geoff (or, more importantly, whether I wanted to survive) and was at an absolute loss as to how to manage. I just wanted to say to you that, two years on, after an enormous amount of loving care from friends & family, I have finally reached a point of acknowledgement about what happened to my lovely man, and have even found myself singing along to songs, something I thought I would never do!
I've taken the advice alluded to by others who have responded to you – take all the support you can get, take each day (or hour) as it comes, and – eventually – you might find peace. I also found counselling enormously helpful, guiding me through the awful experience itself, and then later on helping me to find my way through it.
I would be more than happy to hear from you, just if you need a listening ear or need to have a rant.
I can't say more – the experience is too huge for anyone to handle who's not been through it, but the offer is there.
You are in my thoughts. Alexis