It's an excruciating but true fact of life that sometimes we *are* at the end of the road. We'll all be there in time, and, sadly, some of us exit before our time.
Sometimes there is no cure--surgical, herbal, crystal, or otherwise. And in our desperation for one, we can fall victim to those who would seduce us with vague promises, false hope, and "get well quick" schemes. I know we can get in the frame of mind where it seems logical, and "what can it hurt?", and "western medicine is worthless--chinese medicine is ancient and wonderful." Just for fun, I asked a health-food store clerk if she had anything that cured cancer. Absolutely she did--bottles and bottles of herbs and vitamins. She said this with a straight face. Cancer, she explained, was simply caused by toxins and a bad acid/alkali polarity balance that she could easily treat.
These are the people who prey on our desperation. I myself have had a double cappuccino every day since my surgery and so far I'm tumor-free. Please, though, do not rush to Starbucks.
I love my wife and family, and I'll miss them very much if I'm taken sooner than I'd like, but I've made it very clear no "grape cures," no laetrile, no sleeping under pyramids, no coffee enemas--no desperate measures.
I hope your husband makes a full recovery. But if not, I hope what time he has remaining is happy, pain-free, and surrounded by those who love him.
And as Wendy suggests, get a second and third opinion.
Zach