I have debated whether to post this here, because I don't like sharing personal info online. But...
My wife of 22 years, companion of 33 years (we lived together for 11 years before getting formally married) died last Wednesday, March 8, from complications of metastatic cancer. She had been ill with various symptoms since mid-January, but it wasn't until Feb. 20 when I had to take her to the emergency room for what turned out to be blood clots on both lungs that we found out about the cancer. The blood clots were treated successfully, but the cancer was not treatable. Her decline in the hospital was so rapid that they were not able to discover the original source of the cancer before her death. The biopsy they did on Feb. 28 showed that the cancer was of a "diffuse type" which would not respond well to chemotherapy, and it had spread to too many locations to attempt treatment with radiation. And then she was gone.
I am managing to cope by focusing on the tasks that need to be done. But ultimately, my life will be empty without her.