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…..

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