Oh Nicki, I feel so bad for you, because I know how you feel.Sometimes I lock myself downstairs and just cry myself inside out. I have nightmares every single night, after finding it difficult to sleep in the first place.And having to observe other people's reactions to the changes in his appearance is most depressing.I can understand how isolated he must feel, and helpless too, because he is the strongest of characters. But he continues to work, he is in the entertainment business and steps on stage as if nothing has happened-he says the adrenaline takes over the pain enabling him to sing and speak! I do think we need counselling, but this may be difficult, as he commutes around Europe, returning home just a few days of the week, and I'm not sure such services exist where our home is based.(Southern Spain)Besides which he is awfully stubborn, and I know he would see it as a sign of weakness. As fate would have it, a good friend of mine here in Spain has just recently been diagnosed with thyroid cancer, and she was refusing further tests. I called her up and spoke to her for the longest time, and I will go with her for the next stage of her treatment. I don't know why, but my helping her, is helping me also.Her husband feels like we all do, but I suppose I am of use because in this instance I can detach myself emotionally.Whereas he is where I was 2 months ago. Does that make sense? Incidently, I never knew such warm and loving people existed on the Internet, and I thank God I bumped into you all.