On May 3rd., 2017, my husband of 20 years, who had been fighting stage 4 lung cancer, was congratulated by his cancer doctors for being cancer free, they all shook his hand and told us he'd have many more years to look forward to. On May 4th, 2017, while we were on our way to a celebration dinner, he slumped forward in his seat while I was driving us to the dinner. I pulled over, somehow I will never understand, I managed to pick him up out of our truck, lay him by the side of the road, and start CPR. Rescue and ambulance arrived quickly, and transported him to the nearest trauma hospital, where they tried to save him. Unfortunately, 3 hours later, myself and our son held him while he died because they could do no more to help him. He died of a massive heart attack, the day after he was told he would live many more years. It's been unbelievably hard on myself, our son and daughter, and all five grandkids. I'm 61 years old, and all I've been able to feel since he died in my arms was a desperate need to go with him. I've stayed this long out of a desire not to cause any more pain to our kids and grandkids, but it's been almost a year now and I still want to go with him. Our two kids are grown and have families of their own, and they don't really need me. I live by myself except for two dogs. I've been miserable beyond words this last year without him, the kids don't really seem to understand that. My son says he imagines he'd find his own way without me, my daughter just repeats that "I'm sorry you're having issues" anytime I try to tell her what's going on. I'm having a harder and harder time trying to find a reason to stay here without him. I've been heartbroken and in tears every last damn day since he died. I've been to two different counselors, one psychiatrist who gave me a small paper bag full of condoms and told me to go out and find a man I liked, (never went back there again) and one who gave me breathing exercises that don't seem to do anything. I'm having such a hard time finding any reason to stay here on this planet.... I've been diagnosed with CPTSD by an MD, but nothing has been offered to help me deal with this. The thread I'm trying to hold onto is getting thinner and thinner... The pain and anxiety is getting worse and worse, and I don't know what to do or how much longer I can stay here...
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