Living with michelle had its good moments & bad, when she was feeling good in her self that in its self made me at ease & alot happier, she often talked about how she wanted to go shopping for her self to buy her self some nice clothes & sexy underwear but sadly it was all dismissed for she was conscious of all her operations round her belly & the bag attached to her. I was so sad for her all she could say "i`d like to wear that but i carnt", some times i think to myself, did the thought go threw her mind thah she wasn`t a whole woman to me? that never enterd my mind. There were many days we went on outings but it was cut short because of her pain, short of breath & feeling cold, as time went on, spending time together at each others houses slowly grew apart, with michelle not being to sleep at nights she did not want to disturb me and always ended up on the couch watching tv to all hours putting up with her pain. Poor michelle her illness was a vicious circle, her pain most times was so bad that she couldn`t eat & inturn she was loosing weight & getting weaker, as she was getting weaker she could not cope with the pain so her doses of pain control had to get stronger & that inturn made her look as tho she was on hard drugs, it was never ending for that poor woman. It was so heart braking to see in such a state & to watch her deteriorate, people said it was such a selfless act staying with her till the end, but now i have to pick up the pieces & all the memories of what she went threw & The knowing she was dieing, she was my little brave woman, i bow my head to you michelle in total respect. God bless her. We take life for granted we know no different, until we experience pain & death.