My husband passed away on November 30th. He died at home in front me. He had a doctor that completely ignored all his symptoms that he was telling her. It started in June, 2023. After 3 months of trying to convince him to change doctors he finally did. In June he weighed 190 pounds. By September he was downed to 145 pounds. He still tried to talk to the old doctor but she dismissed him. And was very condescending. The new doctor knew something was wrong with him. There were tests in October but the new doctor knew something was there but couldn’t find it. So he referred him to an oncologist. She was great, just like the new doctor. But before she could do this one test he died November 30th. He weighed 121 pounds. There is not a day that goes by that I just start crying. My family and friends still call to see how I am doing. But I tell them I have my days. And I put on a front. But I cry all day. Yes, I know where he is. He gave his heart to the Lord long ago. I am so thankful that we had started going to this one church and something opened in him. And yes, I am a believer and gave my heart to the Lord. We were together for 15 years. And I just don’t feel like doing anything. It takes everything in me to even watch my little heart, my granddaughter. She’s 4 years. I walk around the bedroom and my mind goes over and over to the last day. And what we said to each other. He smiled at me and kissed my hand. Please pray for me. I am so tired.