When my dear husband Cleodman got diagnosed with prostate cancer stage four, we didn’t even begin to have an idea of the loss and grief we were about to face. Cleodman was an emergency physician, and I am a nurse, so we were somewhat familiar with the diagnosis. The doctors were there to answer questions and our friends and family for support. But there was an element missing. No one talked to us about our emotional pain. There was no medicine for it, no one to take care of it. It was only us. Between our four walls, we cried, we laughed, we hoped and dreamed. Outside our four walls, no one except those going through the same thing could relate. That’s how Cloedman found his second family, HealthUnlocked.
I am not an expert on prostate cancer nor grief, but I am an expert on my grief and pain. We all are. I once was the woman who knew the world before cancer, then the woman who became a caregiver and now a widowed. I am also the woman that saw the love of her life go through his grief and while trying to keep herself together, tried to be that rock for him.
Unfortunately, we all have this in common, and through this community, I am hoping we can help each other carry our grief together.
Peace to all of you.