WanderingSoul
Bronze Member
She had been struggling with Familial adenomatous polyposis most of her life. I had been in the hospital with her every day since the beginning of June. She was scheduled for a surgery that was supposed to remove it. But her health took a quick decline and they were concerned she would not survive the operation. The biopsy she had showed cancer cells in her liver and lymph nodes of the stomach. Nearly two weeks later, she passed away from this aggressive cancer.
We had been care partners for each other for some time. Helping each other get to appointments and filling out paperwork. Things got more difficult for her this past year. But I tried so very hard to keep her optimistic. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst she told me. I was trying to focus on rebuilding my life with my physical challenges of spinal cord injury, and including her in the plans I hoped to make real. She was taken much too soon. It happened so fast. I rode in the ambulance with her to the hospice that final week. She cried so much, she squeezed my hand the whole way. I'll never forget the experience. I spent every night with her there listening for her if she needed help, or if her pain increased, which it did. I did not hesitate to get up and make sure she had pain control, or could use the bathroom. I have never felt so helpless in my life losing a loved one like that.
Any of you who have read my story before and offered support. Thank you. I wish you all well. I've just been in shock, and grieving like I've never experienced. I will try to catch up on reading and comments when I can focus. She was 28 years old. And this summer was supposed to be about our recovery.
We had been care partners for each other for some time. Helping each other get to appointments and filling out paperwork. Things got more difficult for her this past year. But I tried so very hard to keep her optimistic. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst she told me. I was trying to focus on rebuilding my life with my physical challenges of spinal cord injury, and including her in the plans I hoped to make real. She was taken much too soon. It happened so fast. I rode in the ambulance with her to the hospice that final week. She cried so much, she squeezed my hand the whole way. I'll never forget the experience. I spent every night with her there listening for her if she needed help, or if her pain increased, which it did. I did not hesitate to get up and make sure she had pain control, or could use the bathroom. I have never felt so helpless in my life losing a loved one like that.
Any of you who have read my story before and offered support. Thank you. I wish you all well. I've just been in shock, and grieving like I've never experienced. I will try to catch up on reading and comments when I can focus. She was 28 years old. And this summer was supposed to be about our recovery.
