My husband was diagnosed with lclc 3 years ago. He died just before Xmas. He never spoke about his illness but chose to live as normal a life as possible. We had 3 good years together. At first I found it very hard and nearly had a mental breakdown (I do not have any relatives who were close enough to turn to). After 3 months of mental anguish I turned my life around and we enjoyed the time we had together. Cancer only reared its ugly head when we had hospital appointments and chemo treatment. Apart from that, it did not enter the conversation.
This was my husband's way of dealing with it and I am grateful because it allowed me to give him the life that he wanted once diagnosed.
I have picked up my life and am very grateful to him for his attitude which, I am sure, took a great deal of courage.