Whew. Ok.
Here's goes nothing.
December 2014---last blog posts. Over a year has went by and nothing. It's like I disappeared. Well, kind of. I lost myself.
But, more importantly and more heartbreaking, I lost my husband. Not as in he found another hottie and moved on. Lost, as in gone. As in passed away. As in died......
I'll pause here to compose myself.
Here's the facts. Rich's back started to hurt in April 2015. Thought it was normal, getting older back hurt.
May 2015. Rich goes to Dr. Gets steroid and ibuprofen. Next few days Rich's walking was being affected. Rich goes to local ER to be then ambulances to big, city hospital for tests. An MRI and CAT Scan later Rich diagnosed with cancer which advanced to his spinal column and he had a tumor which injuries his spinal cord. Rich can not longer walk. Rich needs to fight cancer.
6 months minus 1 day, Rich was flooded with chemo and had radiation. Neither would allow him to walk again. Both would contribute to his death.
Just the facts...cancer sucks. It stole my husband. It stole my kid's father. It stole my life, my dreams. Fuck you, cancer.
My dear, sweet Rich, I'll love you forever. Make our Heaven home beautiful. I'm coming home one day.
Ok, now I'll let my emotions overwhelm me.
Richard
May 11, 1974--November 9, 2015
Carla, I hate cancer too. I hate what it stole from you. I hope you keep up the writing because you're good at it, and it might just be good for you. Don't be afraid to be honest- you never know who might need to hear what you have to say. Hugs!! Lisa
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