I have to say sometimes denial plays a big part too.... When my mom was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer - being the only child I had to face it head on and deal with it - at one point near the end of the whole thing - I said to my husband - well my mom is going to go - I have to make a few decisions. My husband is the king of denial - he said don't talk like that. - it wasn't negotiable. I knew it was going to happen -particularly because at that point I had seen the scans of her head with the brain mets and 6 tumors...

Don't get me wrong - my husband is a great guy. But he is also someone who would choose to ignore the stats and do what he was told by the Drs. And not want to know the rest. That's just his makeup - he's very lucky that his parents are in their 70s and still healthy so he's never had a hit home experience - to this point - he was very upset when I got my diagnosis, but knowing the type of person I am - he "knew" I could handle the details. He came with me to Drs. Appointments and surgery and all that - but he was never actively involved in my treatment or the decision process. I had him drop me off on chemo days, but other than that I drove in for rads by myself everyday. If the tables were reversed. I would still be the one here researching for him. That's just the way he is.