A lot has changed in 26 days. I've wanted to write but just haven't had the chance or privacy. On September 25th he found out he has cancer. Lung cancer. He came to the house to tell me in person and for support and has been home ever since. I honestly am not the kind of person that could have it any other way. 18 years is too long to just turn your back on someone who is about to face a battle like this. In these 3 weeks, we have gone to the pulmonologist, had a PET scan, a brain MRI, breathing test, another pulmonologist appointment and on Thursday we are seeing a thoracic surgeon about a lymph node biopsy. We know it is stage 3 lung cancer but not if it is stage 3A or 3B. He doesn't do well waiting for all these appointments and test. I don't know that anyone would do well. He has been sleeping on the couch and we are working on clearing out the downstairs bedroom so he has a place of his own. I would say we are running 40/60 on good to bad days. He has a