Cancer Survivor

I am not your typical cancer survivor.  You see I have never had cancer, but my husband had cancer and died from it.  I never thought I would be a widow at age 50 with a 12-year-old daughter and a 3-year-old son to raise.  Mel and I met when we were both wiser and at the time God had planned for us to meet.  We met on a "blind date".  We knew fairly soon that we were supposed to be together.  Mel asked me to marry him four months after we met, and we set our wedding date for December 20, 1997.  We were quite different, but we really "got" each other.  With Mel (and of course God) I experienced the love I had always dreamt of, but always fell short of finding.  I knew without a doubt how much he loved me, and I adored him.  Mel was the kindest man I had ever known, and that was what initially drew me to him.  He really cared about me and how I felt.  He was also very romantic.  I want to share our story because I have found that most people (including me), when they hear the term cancer survivor they automatically think of the people they know who have or had cancer.  I have discovered that the ones left behind (like my kids and I) when a loved one dies of cancer we are also Cancer survivors, just a different kind of survivor.  I also hope to let people who care to know what it is like to travel down that road and somehow try to survive the devastation of your life.  So read it if you want to, comment if you want to, share your story if you want to, or never read my blog.  It's up to you.