When It Is Your Time….

My husband often said, when we learned of someone’s death, that “When it’s your time, it’s your time.”

I have been grieving for the last couple of weeks, but I am, at the same time, thankful for the care he received in hospice and the way he passed, in his sleep.

He is no longer suffering in pain, as he had done all those months when we believed the family doctor, that is was just a “bad shoulder.”

I have hope that others may read his story here, and be most vigilant in procuring real help from doctors, should a pain be severe, with no explanation of its intensity.

Take care my friends.

I had the mammogram and ultrasound on August 18th and hope that all is well.

It is ironic that my worry and my husband’s over the breast cancer I have had was paramount. We never dreamed that it would be he who passed away first.

Hug your loved ones and make amends with those who are estranged. You just never know…..


And It Happened So Fast:(

My husband passed away last Friday, the 11th of August. He was put into hospital the Thursday the week before, and moved to hospice on Monday the 7th.

The diagnosis was painful to hear at the consultation with the oncologist. The cancer had spread from the left lung into the right shoulder, wrapping around the rib cage, into the lymph nodes and the blood. Then it moved into the spine. A piece of the tumor broke off and caused him to lose the use of his legs.

We are all still in shock over this, as it was so unexpected. We were so sure the shoulder pain was indicative of the need for joint/shoulder replacement but the family doctor missed it. All those months when my husband was in pain, and no further tests were done.

I am never going back to that doctor.