I wanted to thank those of you that have responded to my posts. In early march, a PET scan showed that my husband's cancer was progressing. More mets to other parts of his lungs, more lymph nodes and now his liver. His brain scan, done in Feb, showed no mets to the brain, but by the end of March, he would say that he had severe headaches and his vision was extremely blurry. His onco started Taxotere in early March and we had hoped for some regression. Sadly, on the morning of Monday, April 22, my husband woke up coughing. He began vomiting blood, so we called 911. Before the ambulance arrived, my husband stopped breathing. We took him to the ER, my son & I were taken to a waiting room, and shortly thereafter, the doctor came in and told us that my husband had passed away. We knew that before we ever left our home. My husband prayed that he would not have to struggle in the end. He was scared of suffocating and did not want to become a burden to me & my son. The last thing he wanted was to be in a hospital bed, in our home, with everyone sitting around him, waiting. God answered his prayers and took him so quickly, so unexpectantly, and he now is at peace and his suffering is over. My husband is my hero. He was SO strong and so brave. He was in excruciating pain, but never complained. He worked all the way up to the Saturday before he died, came home washed his uniforms and prepared to go back to work on Monday morning. We had no idea that he was even close to passing and when it happened, it was so quick that he did not have time to get scared, so fast he didnt know what was happening to him. He died in our bedroom, and his spirit is in our home with me. We met when we were 16 years old. Married when we were 23. I had the honor of spending 39 years with this wonderful man and he will be in my heart until we meet again. He is my star in heaven!