my husband Bill died this past Saturday. he had head and neck cancer. He died at the hospital from complicationsfrom a blood and bone staff infection he just wasn't strong enough to fight off. I spent the weekend with him in ICU wacthing him struggle for breath. He had oxygen and morphine drip to ease his pain. He never regained conciousness but I talked to him and told him how much I loved him. I know in my heart that he heard me. I'm in so much pain right now. It's so hard to get up in the morning and face another day. I can't stop criing. I keep thinking of him laying in the hospital bed. My heart is broken.
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