In some small way, I guess I can say I know how you feel. Although of course, for the people this horrible thing touches - all are affected in slightly different ways.

I lost my first wife to cancer on the 26th December, 1998 - the day after christmas - after she'd struggled with it for almost 6 years. Our boys were 8 and 9 years old at the time.

The year or so leading up to her passing, and the months afterwards, was and were without a doubt the most painful period of my life. To see a loved one slowly fade away over a long period, knowing all the time that nothing can be done, creates a pain - and a feeling of such utter despair and hopelessness - that simply cannot be described in words.

Almost ten years have gone by. My little boys are now young men. I've re-married. Life continues. I still miss my wife, and think about her almost every day. But - and I hope that this may give you some small solace - the pain has eased, ever so slowly, and ever so gradually. And what I'm left with now are the fond memories of the 13 years we had together. And two sensational young men that I know she would be incredibly proud of.

My heart goes out to you, my friend.

--Darren