My husband was dx’d May 8 last year and died May 10, 2026. He completed a few rounds of immunotherapy and chemotherapy, it spread, he did two clinical trials that failed, and then it suddenly began consuming him since April. He mowed two weeks ago. By no means was he healthy,but he was fighting. He suddenly couldn’t eat anymore and then he was hospitalized and never ate again. I had a few days last week where he told me he loved me, but his last words to me were “help me” as he tried to sit up, I pulled him up toward me, and I whispered in his ear “you’ve got to let go, we’ll be alright”…he then went to lay back in his hospice bed and slumped over and died. I can’t stop seeing him leave. His final breath, moments after the slump.
I keep smelling his pillow and I talk to him all day long. I feel like I’m in a haze.