Well, it is a somber day today. Our friend's husband has died. Well, he was our friend also. He was dead on arrival at the hospital. He had lost a lot of weight in the past few months, and then he was admitted to the hospital rather in a rush with prostate cancer. He had said that the doctor told him that they "got it all". But I think that his cancer had metasticized. I think. He shot himself in the head. It is so sad. I don't know the entire medical story, but prostate cancer is so slow growing and so curable. Men live 20 to 30 years most times.
About 3 years ago my girlfriend had her colon removed due to ulcerative colitis. She was off work for 6 months. They gave her a temporary ileostomy and then they reattached her small intestine, giving her a pouch. She has to take antibiotics and lomotil for diarrhea every day.
They have a son and two young grandsons.
My heart just aches for them, and particularly for my girlfriend. I don't know how I would feel, but I know that I would be feeling that there must have been something I could have done, something I missed, hurt, anger, loneliness...
She is 59, like me, and has a very good job as business manager for nursing. She has 37 years of service at the VA and can retire. I think she will, I don't think she will have the strength to deal with all of this and work.
Well, friends, life is so precious. Take care,
Susan