Within a month of the diagnosis my husband signed up for the M.A.I.D. (medical assistance in dying) program. That single decision affected the entire way he, and we lived those final weeks. For 8 beautiful weeks he had consciousness, energy and a new found love of life. Freed of the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him since childhood, he embraced each day and prepared for his departure as if he was heading out on next great travel adventure. His honesty and courage in facing his imminent death set the model for my son and I. We all took the high road  and began to let go of decades of anger and resentment . It was a cauldron of transformation for all of us. This was written 4 weeks into the final 12.