Widows & Widowers Support Group
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autumn1019
My husband passed away on October 19th. He just turned 61. I am 48. We had no children. We would have been married 14 years on Nov. 1, but lived together for 8 years prior to marriage and dated since 1987.
He was diagnosed with liver cancer in August 2010. I am an RN, so I knew the likely prognosis, and so did he. The worry and constant state of fear of the past year has been so stressful, I can't imagine dealing with that for years and years...
He had surgery to remove the tumor in Sept. 2010 and remained cancer-free until last May. In June he underwent a special radiation treatment in the hopes of shrinking enough of the tumors to qualify for a transplant. We were told the treatment of his liver was successful, but unfortunately the cancer had spread to other organs.
He was only really sick for the last 8-10 weeks of his life, and for that I am grateful. He used to brag to people that he was the healthiest looking sick guy you'd ever see. He was hospitalized twice in August, discharged Labor Day weekend and ended up with C diff, which made him very ill.
He refused any further hospitalization, although we went in every 2 weeks to have fluid drained from his abdomen.
I knew he was dying, he knew he was dying, but no Dr. ever came out and told us he was dying. I had to call Hospice myself 2 days before his death. I felt abandoned by the medical team, left to deal with this on my own.
Hospice came on Monday, he died on Wednesday morning. It was probably the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life, to be a nurse to my dying husband. He never wanted to go back in the hospital again and I had to honor that.
The day before he died was terrible, he was restless and confused and I was so exhausted with no sleep. I was not prepared for the way he died...are we ever??
How do you repond when people ask "how r u doing?" I hate to be rude, but how do they think I'm doing? I'm doing crappy...this loss is deep and profound and awful... I don't want to answer the phone...
He was diagnosed with liver cancer in August 2010. I am an RN, so I knew the likely prognosis, and so did he. The worry and constant state of fear of the past year has been so stressful, I can't imagine dealing with that for years and years...
He had surgery to remove the tumor in Sept. 2010 and remained cancer-free until last May. In June he underwent a special radiation treatment in the hopes of shrinking enough of the tumors to qualify for a transplant. We were told the treatment of his liver was successful, but unfortunately the cancer had spread to other organs.
He was only really sick for the last 8-10 weeks of his life, and for that I am grateful. He used to brag to people that he was the healthiest looking sick guy you'd ever see. He was hospitalized twice in August, discharged Labor Day weekend and ended up with C diff, which made him very ill.
He refused any further hospitalization, although we went in every 2 weeks to have fluid drained from his abdomen.
I knew he was dying, he knew he was dying, but no Dr. ever came out and told us he was dying. I had to call Hospice myself 2 days before his death. I felt abandoned by the medical team, left to deal with this on my own.
Hospice came on Monday, he died on Wednesday morning. It was probably the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life, to be a nurse to my dying husband. He never wanted to go back in the hospital again and I had to honor that.
The day before he died was terrible, he was restless and confused and I was so exhausted with no sleep. I was not prepared for the way he died...are we ever??
How do you repond when people ask "how r u doing?" I hate to be rude, but how do they think I'm doing? I'm doing crappy...this loss is deep and profound and awful... I don't want to answer the phone...
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I had so many people avoid me that I would have welcomed people asking me - at least they care (I would hope). I hope joining our little group here will help you.
I am so sorry for the loss of your husband.
I used to answer "coping the best that I can" when people asked. As others have said, there will be other remarks made that seem thoughtless or downright stupid, but most of the time, people do care. And they do not know what to say.
There are many wonderful reasons to be at this site, but one of the best is that it validates our feelings and responses. We really do understand. The others who do not, or who think we should be at a point that we are not, yet, will try (sometimes) to tell us how to grieve or that we are somehow doing it wrong. It is wonderful to be supported by others who are on the same journey, and tell you that you are not crazy for crying your eyes out 5 10 or 15 months later.
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Shar
My heart is literally breaking for you as I read your words. It mirrors what my sweet husband Greg and I went through also. while he did not have Cancer, he did have cirrohsis, and was diagnosed in 2009, after many tests to rule out other problems. He was on many choleserol meds from early twenties, and also macular degeneration drugs for his eyes, that is thought to be the cause along with family history. We were DETERMINED to win this battle. We were proactive, and became fluent in all that had to do with his desease. We were not married yet, and married in 2010. We had kept his MELD score between 16 and 18 down from 29 for many months, and the medical staff was astonished at this, THEN the sodium level in his blood started to drop rapidly, and frequently. Many trips to the hospital for Samsca therapy to elevate it. Many TAPS to relieve the ascites build up, and then had TIPS therapy to try to avert all other therapies. FEAR at every turn as you know, and HOPE that all would come out OK. After the TIPs procedure, he started feeling even worse, and along with ascites, he now had adema in both legs.
the daily Tests to make sure we were giving enough Lactulose, the mental testing, the hand tests, the FEAR everytime he would want to go somewhere and drive. the fatigue, the muscle loss, the lack of appetite, and the creative ways to get nutrition into him,The checking the blood numbers frequently the weekly blood draws,the many different therapies to get rid of the water in his system, checking creatinen levels for his kidneys, the bilirubin counts that we would know were elevated because of the jaundice. It has all come back through your post as if it were yesterday for me.
All the while this sweet man fought, as did you and your sweet husband. He fought with all that he had as I did by his side. To watch the wonderful man I loved most in the world deteriorate before my eyes every day, and knowing that his spirit while so ill, would be strong for us. His family who loved him so. He had come back from a procedure on a Friday eveing, and returned to the hospital at 5 am Sunday morning having had a heart attack. they had to Stent the heart, and the dye used overtook his organs to a point that he could not recover. I was in shock, and refused to belive he would die. He almost 5 days on life support, and then let go.
your post has brought it all back to me, and I'm literally feeling it all right with you.. I am SO VERY SORRY for your pain, and I wish I could wish it away for you. I really do. I know the hell you went through with your sweet husband, I really do.I also know about being your love's nurse, while being his wife.
On the night Greg passed, the respiratory doc called the room. He asked that same question. "How are you?". I so needed a release, and let him have all I had inside me. I replied in a rather loud voice. "How DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?!?!?!" I KNOW what you feel when people ask. You just want to SCREAM! Now, when people ask this question I know that they mean the very best, and my reply is usually, "If you really want to know thenI'll tell you, but if not, and I understand the not, we'll go with "fine" and leave it at that ok?". Usually works well, and no one has become offended by it. when someone I don't know very well, asks I ususally just go with "fine', and move on.
And no, we are never prepared for the one we love to die. I KNOW I wasn't, as much as I thought I had prepared myself, NO ONE is prepared.
Please know that you have found such a good place to be, and please come back and read, post, VENT all you want to. I came here almost 9 months ago, and it leterlaly IS a lifeline for me. I HOPE it helps you too.
HUGS of welcome, and again I am so very sorry you had to find us.
Diane
Maggie
They never ask again.
God Bless, Sal.
I remember feeling angry a couple of months after the funeral when I was asked "how are you". I took it in stride and convinced myself they really were concerned. God bless you on this journey and I am so glad you found your way to this support group. It has made all the difference for me.
Brenda
When people ask, be honest. Those that care will continue to hold you, call you, pray for you. Those that don't care won't ask again.
Your story makes more tears flow, some for you, some for me, some for the futures we won't be able to experience with our dear husbands.
Everyone asks me how are you doing. I just say I'm F.I.N.E. They say oh, that's good. Little do they know that that is an acronym for Freaked Out, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional. I'm feel I'm telling them the truth.
I really don't mind answering people when they ask how I'm doing. I guess it's when my mom asks me every day. She never stops talking about how he died (she was there too) and I just don't need to hear it. I lived it. I feel bad, she is almost 81 and she is taking it hard, sometimes I think worse than me! I ask her to change the subject but she can't. Sorry I feel like I'm rambling.
Kelly