electricgardener14 said:My husband closed his eyes for the last time on November 18th, after six months of horrific pain, suffering, and fear. I couldn't help him—nobody could. This disease moved so incredibly fast; it was always one step ahead of us. I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. It’s this numbness, this sense of helplessness, followed by flashes of anger at God and at myself for not being able to save him. And he wanted to live so badly. Even when he became immobile, unable to move even a finger or a toe, that spark in his eyes never faded. Sometimes I feel like I gave up before he did, like I should have fought harder or tried one more thing. Like I let him go too soon. It’s so hard, and I don't think I'll ever forget that last conscious look in his eyes. It held all the sadness in the world. Does it always have to be this difficult?
Diana
Honey, sweetheart, I am just so incredibly sorry.😢 Your story hits me so hard; it brings back such heavy, heartbreaking memories of my mom and Branci, a dear friend of mine and my cousin's husband, who passed away from this exact same illness. He left behind two little girls.
You did everything humanly possible, and there was nothing more you could have done—just like my cousin, who is a doctor, couldn't do anything more either. This disease is a monster; it’s vicious, it’s brutal, and there is simply no cure. Everything we try is just a desperate attempt to hold the line. I know that doesn't take the sting away, but with a diagnosis like this, three months is usually all they get. He beat those odds and lived longer simply because of how hard you fought for him and how much he truly wanted to stay. Darling, he is at peace now. The pain is gone. Even though you feel this massive void, he is still with you, and there will be moments where you feel his presence so strongly it takes your breath away.
I can't begin to imagine the weight you're carrying, but the same strength you summoned to fight his illness will eventually help you find the strength to move forward. You have people counting on you; you have children to raise and support, and you have to fight to ensure they have everything they need. Life will never be the same, but one day, you will find happiness again. Eventually, the memories of him will bring a smile to your face instead of tears.
Please, if you ever need to talk, reach out via PM. I can even leave you my number if you'd like.
Keep being the brave, strong woman you are. I am so proud of you.