Thank you so much for sharing this! I used to write a lot about my late husband Lenny, when I first started writing on Medium in early 2018. He died long before that, 10 years after we met, of exactly the illness he told me he would die of when we sat down and had a long talk about whether to make a permanent commitment. (We couldn't legally marry, but I called in my husband anyway.)

I expected more than 10 years, frankly, even though he didn't, and we made the most of all the beautiful time we had together, or at least we tried our darndest.

I don't know why I'm writing this to you, a perfect stranger, especially since you're telling your story here and I should probably just listen to you.

I think what I'm trying to say is that despite the fact that my husband was ill, our life together was fabulous, positive, and beautiful. We enriched one another, and while I miss him, I have all that richness left inside me. I will always have it.

Just like you will always have your wife's love, if you don't mind my boldness in suggesting that.

Wishing you peace and joy, both of you.