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My husband is only 22 years of age. I'm 36, we dated when he was 18 and married the beginning of this year. He was first diagnosed with Atypical Chronic Myeloid Leukemia on 2/16/15 that progressed into Acute Myeloid Leukemia. He was doing chemotherapy at a hospital in North Carolina. He went in for several rounds. The last round he didn't make it out. He ended up in the ICU and went into cardiac arrest, septic shock, organ failure, and bone marrow failure. He was fighting off invasive funguses and viral infections. I did not make it to his bed side on time because at that time I was living in Florida. By the time, I got there, it was just his lifeless body laying there. We've always kept in touch and spoke on a daily basis but that night when I went to sleep, his mom called in the morning at around 5ish and said he was transferred to the ICU. He never knew how serious his prognosis was. He knew nothing. Every time I asked he says he is improving since that was what the doctors said to him. I believed him. I was there for him until August 2016 when his mother ran me and my family out of town and at that time he was in remission. He only relapsed after I had already left and even at that, his mother was still being very stubborn and full of hatred towards me. I wish I was there by his side. I hate that the medical staff lied to him. I miss him so much and this pain is not getting any better. I have no one to talk to only our three year old daughter who asks for her daddy all the time. They were best friends and inseparable. He was such a great dad! My husband knew his mother's intentions but he was too ill to stand up and deal with the drama. I love him so much. He always made it okay out of chemotherapy when I was with him but this time after his mother tore us apart, his last chemotherapy appointment, he didn't make it. I feel so much anger at the whole situation. I wish there was something I can do to get better. I think about death a lot. I want to be with him. I can't find much of a reason to go on anymore. I love my children but life is not the same without him. Our son is eleven so he knows not to ask for his dad but my daughter asks for him all the time and that is the worst tormenting pain ever. I wish he would just come home.