Anxiety and Stress Forum - Doctors And Hospitals page 2

I don't like to cry much but remembering these people do it every time. And then I smile because everyone should have love like this for the one they marry.

My friend was 45 when diagnosed with lung cancer, it was bad enough that they removed 1 and 3/4 lungs. She was left 1/4 of a lung, and fought everyday to breath without the oxygen machine. Everyone would stop by and see how she was doing, if she needed anything.

A little of her background for insight: she was raised that her husband was first in everything in the house, he worked hard everyday, so when home he diserved the best of his wife and it was her job to see to everything he needed. When he came home his clothes where in the bath ready for him to shower. When he came out clean shaven, washed and dressed. Diner was on the table, piping hot. Grace was said, and everyone ate. After diner she would clean the mess and serve desert with coffee in the living room. Do the dishes and everything. This was all done not because he wanted her to do it, but because she loved him enough to do it for him, she wanted too. She had 4 children and still did these things daily for him. Even though she did not have to get up at 4 in the morning she did everyday he had to, just to make coffee, his breakfast and lunch. Why because he liked only his wifes cooking and would never eat out without her.

The husbands background: he treated her like a queen. He would kiss her leaving the house and coming in (we arn't talking just a peck here either). For well over 35 years when going anywhere together she would never open a door (car or building). She had the nicest everything, never in want or need for anything. She was the most precious ruby to him, and he treated her like that, why? Because he loved her that much.

This couple demanded respect everywhere they went, why because they gave that much respect. When I say demand, I mean you did it because you wanted to, not because you had to.

Back to the end: her cancer with all the doctor treatments and medicines did not help she started to get worse, the cancer took over her whole body, she could hardly move. As this was happening you could see the power that love has, her husband was now the one cooking and cleaning, and bringing her clothes to the bath and then bathing her too. He started to make the coffee in the mornings and bringing her desserts in the living room. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. She lived for 10 years from the day she was diognosed with cancer, the day she died was her 55th birthday. Her last words were, "i'll see you soon."

no one knew he was sick himself with lukemia, his love was that powerful. During the last year of his wifes battle with cancer, he had in a regular doctor visit found out that he himself was going to die in 6 months, the doctors didn't know he would last the year, and then some. His battle with cancer ended 6 months after his wifes, on their wedding anniversary of 40 years. He died asking if he'd gotten her that gift she wanted.

I had said to my husband at her funeral, "he won't live six months without her." I still had not known he had lukemia. He was only 63.

The point of this story for the people here is; it's not always about me.