Towards the end of November after a week in hospital and numerous tests we were told my Gorgeous Man had lung cancer which had spread to his liver and brain. On Monday morning he died and I am washed with grief and guilt that I could have done more at the end of his time to have made it easier for him. I took advice from medical staff but I knew and didn't do more. They told me he was having a panic attack when actually he was dying. He was in pain and terrified when they said they wouldn't let this happen...they did...I did. I am so scared he will never forgive me. I can't eat,sleep and just don't want to be around anyone. I know it is early days and I have to organise his funeral... I want him,I just want him.