An Incredibly Sad Time For MeI have been on EP from time to time over the past year and a half. I always enjoyed myself and I have made many friends who I remember quite fondly. I haven't been on EP very much lately because my job as a teacher and my family life with my husband, children, grandchildren, and many others keep me busy. However, at the beginning of this past March, my life took a turn for the worse. My husband had been having minor problems with his stomach and he went to the doctor several times. Each time the doctor chalked it up to something minor. He was sent to a specialist who ran some extensive tests and the specialist discovered spots on his liver and on the lining of his abdomen. After more testing, a mass was discovered on his pancreas. The doctor gave us his diagnosis: Stage 4 pancreatic cancer. The doctor took me aside and told me to expect him to survive anywhere from three to six months. Of course, I was absolutely devastated. My husband took two chemotherapy treatments which made him so violently ill that he had to be hospitalized for much of the month of March to keep him hydrated, to give him nutrition, and to maintain his pain. Each day seemed as if he grew increasingly worse, although he tried his best not to show this to me and his children. Toward the end of March, he began having difficulty breathing so they put him on oxygen. On the morning of April 1, I got a call from the hospital and they told me he needed additional help with his breathing and they asked me if I wanted him put on a ventilater. I told them to put him on the ventilator and the hospital staff told me to get to the hospital as soon as possible. I arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later and I was met at the door of the ICU where the nurse informed me that his heart had stopped as they were trying to insert the breathing tube into his chest and they were unable to get his heart restarted. At first I thought I was living through that world's most horrible April Fool's joke, but it was no joke. My husband had passed away. We had only had 3 years together. I miss him terribly and right now I feel as if I will never recover from this horrible loss.
It's been two weeks since he passed away and I feel the need to connect to others who have faced this same experience. I also want to rejoin that part of EP that makes me laugh and gives me the opportunity to make jokes and enjoy the company of some very nice, intelligent, and clever people. So, for those who remember Cherrycheesecake, I'm back and I am looking forward to reconnecting with you and I am also looking forward to making new friends.
cherrycheesecake 51-55, F 56 Responses 9 Apr 16, 2011