I sit here at 12:19 in the morning heartbroken. One of my dear friends and neighbor, lost her husband tonight. Very unexpected. The week of Christmas he went to the hospital and they thought he had bronchitics. Turns out, he had stage 4 esophageal cancer. On the 12th, he was told by the doctor's that they would not recommend chemo because he was too weak and said that it was time to call in hospice. That was YESTERDAY. Today, he's gone.
We had bunco this evening. After bunco, I came home and just hung out in the living room. About 10:40ish, I heard a truck with a large engine pull up in front of my house. I'm on a dead end street, so when I hear things like that, I always look. I saw flashing lights and I knew they were headed to my neighbor's house. I called two other friends and we stood outside to see if they were going to transport him or what was going on. We were able to talk to her before they left for the hospital. When I walked back in the house, Brian was getting ready to head out to check on me and I just started bawling. At that point, we just knew he was having problems breathing and blood pressure was bottoming out.
My heart is broken for my friend. Her husband is no longer in pain, but her pain is just beginning. She's the sweetest person ever and if there was anyway I could take away her pain, I would do so.
I'm going to hug my husband and thank God for bringing him into my life. I'm thankful for every minute I have with him. I know I would be devastated if something were to happen to him.
Please say a prayer for my friend Sheila.
Blog ya later....