My CC friends...
On Saturday afternoon I was able to keep a promise that I made to Tom years ago. Since Tom had his BT when we met, I promised him that I would be there to help him win this battle. I fought to the bitter end, so there was no pain, no seizures, nothing but LOVE! And that is what he had as he took his last breath in my arms, me telling him that I will always love him, Peter Gabriel singing us a beautiful song in the background. If death can be beautiful, that is what Tom's was. I woke up on Sunday with a smile on my face! I don't know how I ever found the strength to get him there, but I kept my promise!
11 years 4 months is the length of his battle. At the age of 42, he jumped back on his Harley and took off, sun on his face, wind in his hair, laughing and smiling as only he could.
We will celebrate his life, the life of a man that laughed in the face of his brain tumors, in a week. I then plan on finding that island and taking a little me time. I will check in though. I have found that Tom's journey needs to be shared! In this strange land of BTs, there simply is not enough support for those with Grade 2 & 3 tumors - and that needs to change!
For all of the support from you, my friends....for all of the laughs and understanding, thank you. For my "crew" that recently went through this, or are almost there. I am here! I think that we go through so much of the grieving process during the final months of this illness, so I am currently on anger and bitterness. But inbetween, I smile and laugh - yes, I probably look crazy already :)
For my fellow caregivers, embrace your warrior's strength and fight....someday you will have to be the one fighting.
Do not be sorry for my lose....I am not. I had 9 wonderful years with Tom. It's different for me, since I made the decision to take this journey with him. To be able to live everyday to the fullest. To never know what tomorrow will bring. To love unconditionally. To always know that our time was limited.
-Karyn