Jan 06, 2012 - 10:01 am
Wednesday morning around 5:30am, my best friend, husband, father of my children, and life long love lost his courageous battle with the beast. It was 15 months to the day from his initial diagnosis. He died peacefully at home with his family around him, and is now free from all the pain he had been suffering. He reached his goal of making it through Christmas and getting to see all the family together and we made some wonderful memories. The pain from the bones mets was constantly with him and we were never able to find the balance between the methadone and pain. Either he was awake and in pain or sleeping and pain free. His feet and hands had been very swollen for several weeks and he could not get comfortable in bed in order to raise them up. He had spent the last month pretty much in the recliner and then getting up and moving from chair to chair around the house trying to find a comfortable position. On the last day we had convinced him to get into the bed to sleep, and he never woke up again. We always knew from the beginning that there would be no cure, and so we prayed for time. I believe while God could not take this horrible beast away, he did grant us the time we prayed for. Rickie and I got married 35 years ago when we were just 19; we faced good times and bad together, and always worked as a team. We raised 3 wonderful children and always taught them that if you made a commitment to something then you stuck by your commitment. I was proud to be his wife. Rickie and I made a commitment to fight the beast together, and we never gave up. Thank you all for all the support and guidance you have given during this journey. We could not have made it this far without you. Rickie's journey has ended and mine will continue on until we met again in heaven to enjoy eternal life.