My husband worked in the steel mills for over 30 years. He usually worked with a skeleton crew because of his specialty in the mill. Because of his particular job, he made good money over the years, but we would have given it all back if we knew what would happen, eventually ending with a mesothelioma compensation. It all started with a dry cough that was persistent. After a few weeks, I took him to the doctor, figuring it would be something minor. Never in our wildest dreams would we have imagined the doctor finally diagnosing him with mesothelioma.
Life as we knew it ended that day. The prognosis was very grim. The doctor had told me that I might have two years at most with my husband. Continue reading