My husband of 45 years died of a rare blood cancer, Mantle Cell Lymphoma, on Friday, November 10th. He was diagnosed in 2018 at Stage IV. Usually patients live less than 2 years. He had a stroke with his first chemo treatment but recovered fairly well with much effort on his part. He had a year of remission and then was enrolled in an experimental drug oral chemo trial. He began to fail in October and although not in pain had some distressing symptoms including several falls He was admitted to the hospital last Sunday and had a number of tests. It was found that the Lymphoma had invaded his spinal fluid and brain. His final directive was that no artificial ventilation or nutrients be administered if there was no chance of meaningful recovery and those wishes were followed. He died peacefully, blood cancers do not usually cause great pain. His daughters and I were with him. He chose to donate his body for research. His sister was recently diagnosed with a Lymphoma although a more common type which is more treatable. The doctors and researchers felt the cause was likely a childhood chemical exposure to a pesticide or herbicide as two cases in the same family at the same approximate ages is very unusual. My husband was a very brave man. He practiced Election Law (as a liberal Democrat, I hasten to add, and worked for a U.S. Senator untouched by scandal). He was kind and an ardent activist for the Homeless, the Civil Rights, Women's Rights and LGBT Rights Movements. I am glad that he was able to have five years to enjoy reading about history, napping, watching old films, playing and designing military board games, eating all the Cadbury Flakes he wanted and spending time with his cats, family and friends. Treatment, although difficult, was worth it to him. It's a very individual decision.