The love of my life died on the last day of our Summer ... 28 February 2009.
We spent three weeks in hospital together and then with the help of our Palliative Care nurse, I was able to bring my hubby home for his final few days.
He was doing it hard, but he never stopped smiling and communicating with family and friends.
Early Saturday morning, he had problem breathings, and after administering him his meds at 3 am and 4 am, I phoned our Palliative Care nurse for advice. He talked me through the next hour, and then it was all about waiting ... waiting for our kids to arrive.
My gorgeous man was doing it tough, but he wasn't ready to give up and he kept gasping for breath and doing everything in his power to stay with us. Our kids arrived just before 11 am (they'd flown in around 10 am) and we were by his side till he took his final breath 1 1/2 hours later.
He acheived his goals to be at home and to have the three people he loved the most in this world holding him tight.
Our sadness is so heavy I'm not sure how to survive the weight, but I'm pleased my hubby no longer has to live with this horrible disease!
Thanks to the many bloggers who've been giving me support over the past year ... it was truly appreciated.
