My husband has lung cancer. He isn't going to live much longer according to the Doctors. We love each other so much and have been together so long that I now realize what a fatal mistake we made. Now that he is sick and has been in the hospital for two months, I have nobody, not family or friend to turn to. I am completely alone.
Many years ago we owned this old beach house that had a stone fireplace. One day an animal got stuck in that fireplace, I will never forget the high pitched scream it made as it tried to save it's own life, the scream went on and on for hours and we could not help the poor thing. It finally died.
Last September after my husband hadn't been feeling to well, his Doc ordered him to go and have chest x-rays due to a cough. We then went food shopping, we were at the store about a 1/2 hour and home again after being out for about an hour all totaled. I noticed our voice mail light going off when I walked in so I called to get my messages, there were three.
The first message was the nurse the of the Doctor that my husband had just seen an hour earlier, asking us to call the office right away. The second message was the same nurse telling us to get my husband to the emergency ASAP, by the time I had gotten to the third message and heard the same nurses' voice, I heard another sound that I knew I recognized and I remember thinking to myself "is there an animal caught in the chimney somewhere?" Only then did I realize that the mournfull screaming of a dying animal that I was hearing, was acutally me.
I'll never forget the way he looked at me when I screamed like that. Just like our little dog with his head cocked to one side as if to say "what in the world is the matter with you?" When I told him we had to go to the hospital right away I could tell that he still didn't get how serious it was.
We got to the emergency room and sat down across from about 7 people on a bench who appeared to be family. All of sudden they were all talking to us and pointing to the floor, when I looked down I saw my husbands wedding ring had fallen off his suddenly slender finger and was spinning and spinning til it dropped, I knew then that I would not have him much longer, somehow I just knew it.
Tonight we were told he has a blood clot on the lung that isn't so bad and that they will need to pump him full of heprin and that in itself could be dangerous enough to kill him. I know that he needs to be there that he is getting the best of care but every part of me just wants him to come home for as long as he has left. Am I being selfish? I don't know, I hope not but God help me I love this man so much and I miss so much I really don't know how I am going to survive without him. Do you??