Oct 02, 2009 - 4:26 pm
Hubby was diagnosed in March 09 with lung cancer. We have both been fighting this as hard as we possible could. He's been admitted to the hospital 6 times since February with pneumonia. I went to visit him this morning and was surrounded by doctors, nurses and ho****e. Nothing more can be done they say. He's being transported by ambulance home tomorrow since our oxygen will only go to # 5 and he is on #10.
Ho****e says they are taking care of everything and will be here on a daily basis to help me. (we'll see). I told them I can't stand the idea of him suffocating and they said that as it progresses they will give him morphine. He can barely move and is trapped in that bed :(
He doesn't know it's ho****e. I'm afraid of his anxiety level because he can't breath when he gets like that. Xanax should help.
We've never really discussed his death. He's always been the kind of person who keeps painful issues inside. I keep thinking that we NEED to talk....to say the things we feel and to just say...."I'll see ya".......never say goodbye.