My Love My Life.
by Nancy McPhee
I first met my husband about 31 yrs ago at our place of employment. In 2000 I had to stop working due to repetitive strain injury.
In 2005 I sold my house, moved to London, new city , new life. Then in September of that same year I met up with Joe, at first I couldn't remember who he was, after all by this time it had been about 25 yrs since I'd seen him and he had changed, age does that I guess.
In December of 2005 Joe moved in with me, he truly was my dream come true, my Knight in Shining armor.
Those 5 1/2 years that I had with my precious Joe were the best of my life. We thought the same thoughts, most of the time, say the same thing at the same time, he was thoughtful, quiet and very caring. We were married July 3 2010 in a lovely ceremony in our backyard with friends and family. That fall when he went hunting with his friends he came home and said how out of breath he was going to his tree stand. Old cliché, go see the Dr and tell him. Joe did, all his Dr prescribed was cough medicine, then a few months later he prescribed a puffer. At the end of February of 2011 Joe went to the hospital walk in clinic, he had pneumonia, 1/3 of his left lung collapsed, he was transferred to another hospital by ambulance and was there for approx 2 weeks. Those next few months were horrible, like a roller coaster ride out of control, they did so many tests, first they said it was cancer, then it wasn't, then it was. His chemo and radiation treatments didn't start until mid June. The Dr. told us if Joe responded well he could live a few years, which he was, but he passed away at home, in my arms a few weeks later July 24. I can't go into details as it's very graphic and breaks my heart to even think about that night. He passed very quickly thank God, the EMS person said Joe didn't suffer. Here it is 8 months later and I feel the same as I did then. There are so many more details that I cannot write about. I found this site which has given me insight to my feelings and stages of grief that I knew nothing of and books I'm reading to help along my path to healing which is still a long way off. At least I know for a certainty I'm not going insane.