Some very hard months followed.
We began chemotherapy in January 1998.
He had lost 80 pounds and was already very weak. He was, however, very
optimistic. After only a couple of treatments the tumors begin to shrink and he felt better, and begin to eat again and our hopes were raised even more.However, the chemo destroyed his immune system, and in May he caught a cold that lingered on. He told the doctor that he had alot of congestion in his chest, but the doctor didn't seemed concerned. The last of June at ourlast appointment, the doctor decided we should do a stem cell transplant.
We came home to discuss our options, and four days later, he had to be
hospitalized, with pnemonia. Sixteen days later, he passed away.
My only comfort has been that he is were cancer cannot hurt him anymore.
There are no words to describe the pain you feel watching someone you
love so much, suffer.
The memory of those final months will be with me
forever.
I know time will dull the pain, and I have so many beautiful memories
of our life together, that help me get through each day.
He was a truly a wonderful husband
I feel very fortunate to have had the time
we shared together, and I'm selfish enough to wish it could have been longer.
This Candle has been burning
for 9 years.
I miss that twinkle in your eye.
