Hello Elaine, have been thinking of you and wondering how life is.
I have not been on the Dis since my last update. Our lives have been in a constant swirl of fun activities and medical appointments, some in cities a 8hr roundtrip away. We kept making lemonade and did the tourist thing every time we went to make the trips something to look forward to instead of dread.
Unfortunately I have some very sad news to share. On Thursday, July 7, my husband passed peacefully with DD22 and DS20 and I surrounding him.
Despite everything, it felt very sudden. Earlier this year, our oncologist told us he had months to a year. I really thought we would have at least a few weeks when the end was imminent.
On Tuesday he was his normal self after a busy weekend of attending parties with family friends. On Wednesday he had a mild headache. By Wednesday night, he was throwing up all night. By Thursday morning, he was not responding to any of my questions and I called an ambulance to take him to the hospital to figure out what was going on. Thursday night, a CT scan showed a massive brain bleed on both sides of the brain and metastasis to the brain. This was in addition to aspiration pneumonia and a blood clot in his lungs we found the week before.
DD22 and DS20 were with me when the doctor gave us the news. I knew at that point that further treatment was useless. Way too much all at once.
Still, we thought we would have a few days. And initially made plans for the kids and I to take shifts through the night so we could each get some sleep.
A couple of hours later another doctor came by and again mentioned that he could go overnight or in a few days. He rather minimized it but I was paying close attention and after he said overnight twice I realized it really could happen.
So I decided to stay overnight with him. He continued to be unresponsive to us. They sat us up in a private room (even though our insurance only covers a semi-private room), provided us with comfy chairs, and the nurses had a slew of medications to keep him comfortable. I made sure each child and I had private time with him to say what we wanted to say.
At midnight, I could hear his breathing getting alarmingly strained. And told the kids that it was now looking very possible that it would happen in the night. He was occasionally in pain and sometimes struggled to breathe (hard to watch) so I asked them gently to decide for themselves if they wished to stay for the end or to go home. Either would be fine based on their personal preference. I warned them it could get ugly. They chose to stay.
Before 4am, I was cuddling in the bed with him when I got restless. Soon after, his breathing pattern changed as it slowed dramatically. I started shaking him to get him to take his next breath. At this point, I knew it was close but wanted him to hang on one more day.
I alerted the kids and we all gathered close to love on him as soon after, he drew his final breath. The end was remarkably peaceful.
DS, DD and I just sat quietly processing everything for about 10 mins before we called the nurse to let her know. And then we sat together for another half an hour before I started making the calls to the main people who would want to be woken up.
No one else but my children and I knew it could happen that night (we chose not to update people that evening because we didn’t want a rush to the hospital. We wanted it to be just us for that night and had planned for people to visit him in the morning). I am glad we did that as it was precious to have that quiet time with just our family. I even told my mother to go home even though she wanted to stay with us.
Now we are in a busy whirlwind of funeral planning. We are surrounded by so much love it is incredible. We were counting how many people may want to come and have been shocked by the numbers.
I was so blessed to get to be the wife of an amazing man. And so blessed that we mostly had time to prepare and time to “live like you are dying”. This past winter in Disney was particularly precious and I am so, so, so glad we did it.
Some of his family were rather shocked at all the travel and worried I was pushing him too far when he needed to rest. So glad we didn’t listen and paced ourselves based on how DH himself felt. It was so worth it and I treasure every second (well, maybe not the ones were he was throwing a fit about his food).
We are now thinking of still doing that early August trip we talked about. It’s the one week this year that works with both kids’ schedules. So while it is maybe a bit soon, I’m in the mood to grasp what opportunities come our way. Plus we think it would be an incredible place to remember him and spend time together doing the things we all loved. On top of that, my brother is in the UK and had planned to visit us with his family in August. We could just meet in Florida instead. Then he doesn’t have to try to race down for the funeral which is in just one week.
What a life we had together. The best part is that kids and I are at peace. We did everything and wrung every drop of life out of his last days. We have no regrets and our hearts are just full of love. God has given us the kind of peace that passes all understanding.
