blueiis325 Posted August 4, 2013 Report Share Posted August 4, 2013 Hello, My name is Loretta, and I am new at this site and my first post. To give you a little of my story, Rod and I met on 8-11-2009. Rod had a stroke from an accident at work (framer) and while having back surgery, that is when the stroke accured. He could not use his left arm, and wore a brace on his left left to walk. This happened before I met him. We were married 10-09-2010. Since I am left handed, I told him he could be my right hand and I would be his left. He had so much life in him regardless of what his challenges were in life. He humbled me about life about everyday of what I took for granted. At the age of 18, he had melanoma cancer, was cured of that. He was born blind in the left eye and his right eye was weak, but he drove, not very well in my opinion (lol). If he could not do something because of his condition, he found a way. We had a lot of homemade tools around. He still had that carpenter blood in him. He and I did the majority of the remodeling of our house. I wasnt aware I would become a plumber, electrician and many other traits, but I didn't mind. After carrying around his useless arm for about 12 years he decided to have it amputed on Dec 5th, 2012. The surgery was very successful. I would walk with him in the aisles of the hospital and he couldn't believe it how great it felt. His posture was better, his walking was better. He had the surgery onTuesday afternoon and was sent home on Thursday evening. He was given scripts for his pain, but he barely needed them. On the way home he thanked me for being there for him. I told him "in sickness and in heath remember". On the way home we went by the pharmacy to get meds filled. I took him home, still in a great mood, going outside and listening to his waterfall he missed. I went back to get the meds, and not once was I asked did he ever take these meds before, they only verified our address. He was not on pain meds at all before the surgery happened. The meds they wanted him to take was meds that are given to patients with severe pain prior, like cancer patients. He had morphine in the hospital, but changed it to oxycodine for his home meds the same day he went home. I gave him his meds by the clock and the directions we were given. The next morning I found him dead in our bed when I went to give him his meds. Reason for dealth was mixed medication intoxication, mainly oxycodine. With his reg night meds the oxy was too much for him and he just went into a deep sleep, like putting an animal down. I am still very angry, sad and have alot of mixed emotions with his death. It didn't have to happen. I am a christian, but things like this just makes it hard to understand. He spoiled me rotten, not with material things, but wth his love and when he told me he loved me I knew he meant it, not just say it out of habit. I am going to start going to the support groups hoping it will help heal my heart. The only thing good that came out of this is he had two days of bliss without that arm holding him back. Thank you for reading and I welcome posts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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