My Husband Paul was diagnosed terminally ill with a rare aggressive melanoma with months to live in January 2016.
So how does someone fit and healthy end up terminally ill at 60 years of age?
The answer is I don’t know. Who knows when there number is up? We wander through life not thinking anything major will happen to us and then bang, your life is turned upside down. What you thought was a normal life can change within a matter of seconds.
We don’t go through life thinking when we will get sick or have cancer or even die. We are too busy living, raising families, working to even think the worst.
And even when you know you are terminal and going through the journey you still have a false sense of security until the very end. You often wish for hope thinking that there will be a cure or you will live on, survive but is not the case.
When it is time to go, then it’s time.
Death is final.