My sister called me about this story; she was unable to leave her car until it ended. She thought I would find it comforting. My husband was diagnosed with GBM in Dec 04. His operation left him with very limited verbal abilities and mobility. I had always felt that this lack of communication was the hardest and most unfair aspect of his disease for all of us. He was an extremely well-loved and regarded professor in mass media and advisor to the student radio station. But after reading this story I realized that, as impossible as I would have thought it at the time, things could have been worse. My son was 18 and he and I were the only caregivers until Hospice in the last two weeks. My son lost his Dad knowing he had been as kind and caring a son as was possible. I lost my husband with him never uttering a complaint or harsh word through out his illness. He only lived nine months after his diagnosis and I experienced many of the same frustrations and anger expressed in the story. I was devastated by his loss six months ago, just shy of his 53rd birthday. But I thank the family for their courage in sharing this story. I know now that this experience was not the worst thing that could have happened to us.