Guest Vickie O'Neil Posted August 1, 2008 Report Share Posted August 1, 2008 Pat & I were together for 11 years, although we didn't marry until he got sick. My husband supported his elderly father..who disliked me intensely. Pat bought a cabin up in a remote town called Young, AZ, & retired there...with his Dad..of course. We stayed close, he came to Phoenix once or twice a month to visit me, talked on the phone nightly, & we spent every vacation, holiday & birthday together. June of 06 he came to visit me, & felt bad, off to the ER we went, where he was diagnosed with cirrhosis of the liver. We got married when he was released, for there was no one to help make decisions for him. I let him go back up North again, & in August I had a flash of women's intuition, packed up & drove up North on the spur of the moment, to find him horribly ill. Drove him to Phoenix to the ER, they said 1 more day & he would have been dead..6 Liters of fluid in his body they removed. Then the battle started.Constant Dr's visits, in & out of the hospital. Finally in early January he was Listed for Transplant. We were called 2 days later..a Liver was on its way...the let down, not a good one. We struggled on..the medicine made him so sick, & incontinent, but if he didn't take it the ammonia would build in his blood, & he wouldn't even know if he'd eaten that day. 1 month before he died, we were called again for Transplant...another bad liver. Then his poor body just couldn't take it anymore..diabetes crept in, kidneys were shutting down, heart fluttering. The Dr's walked into our room at the hospital & started crying...& asked him if he wanted pain medication..Pat said yes. Then we had the hospice talk, & I was told there was nothing else they could do for him medically, only make it a peaceful passing. I had hope, & never gave up till that moment.He fought such a brave fight, never complained, & never lost his sense of humor. If I'd known how it was going to end, I'd have taken him back up North to live his last months in the little town we loved. I have to remember all those happy trips we took in his motorhome with our dogs, the mountains we hiked, & creeks we splashed in, all the projects we did together. I had to sell the cabin..which hurt, I scattered some of his ashes there, as well as on the trails we hiked. Thanks for listening..Vickie O'Neil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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