Darl Posted August 25, 2010 Report Share Posted August 25, 2010 We have been married for 43 years, he battled cancer for 1 year and 10 months. Saturday my daughter came to Florida from Arizona, we went to the beach, pushed him in his wheelchair out to the pier, he ate pizza, had a beer, bought my other daughter fudge, came home and went to bed at 8:30 p.m. and never waked up. On Sunday I called Hope Hospice, they came out to evaluate him and decided it was time to take him to Hospice House. He only had a couple of times he was coherant. He died at 9:30 p.m. Monday. I can't help but wonder if I should have taken him to the hospital first. He had lung cancer, metastasized to his brain, back and his liver. He never believed he was sick until 2 weeks ago when at night in bed while he was holding me he said "I think I am dieing" I know he was waiting for our daughter to get here. Our son did not arrive untill the next day. I can't believe a friend told me "it was expected, you need to get on with your life" He was only dead 3 days, I have lived with him for 43 years, what were they thinking. I can hardly stand to be in the bedroom. He had a hospital bed which Hospice picked up so all that is in there is a twin bed for me to sleep on. It hurts so bad not having him here. He was the only person that truly loved me for me, he was my best friend, he encouraged me if I tried something new, he was a good husband and loved his children. Today the Funeral Home called to say to pick up the ashes and the death certificates. My daughter who lives in FL will bring them to me tomorrow, I don't know how I will stand it. I can't stop crying, I am numb. Darl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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