My husband that had had a midlife crisis that lasted 2 years (2015 and 2016) and moved out then back had said he was really committed to making things work with Gods help. We had been back in church since start of 2017. He started having extreme pain June 2017 and was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer that had metastasized to his liver, spine and bone marrow. He was only going to be 48 so Dr was hopeful he would be one of the 5% that survived....after 3 rounds of 3 day chemo treatments (after staying in the hospital 2 weeks the first time and 1 week the 2ndto try to control his pain), the pet scan showed it had not changed at all. All we could do was bring in hospice. I stayed with him every day and night in the hospital, plus tried to help the manager of our 3 very in debt businesses, and find funding for his treatment since we had no insurance. Then after chemo was stopped, took him to his home town to see his family 7 hours away and less than 2 weeks later fly with him to his best friends place in Florida from Texas with him in a wheelchair and me carrying 2 huge bags of meds and other necessities. He died about a week after we returned on the same day and date (a Friday before Thanksgiving Nov. 17th).
as my 4 month old baby boy had 28 years before from SIDS
(My first marriage). Did his eulogy, memorial and obituary myself and it was perfect) and memorialized his fb page as well as our business pages. I spent the next 18 months dealing with the debt of the 3 businesses, customers, papers, equipment, sold it 3/4ths below value so it wouldnt foreclose, had to move from our 1700 sq ft house to an 800 sq foot rental. Sold things and gave away things I never thought I would. Lost my 20 year old maltipoo and my best friend 6 months into the 18. Took some his ashes to LSU right by the football stadium where we spent some of our greatest times including his last ever game when we saw his family. Went by myself this year to see his dying mawmaw , who he loved so much, in hospice. Made the 7 hour one way trip, and then again 2 days later home.
Now almost right before what would have been his 50th
birthday, I find out he was having an affair while he was telling be he loved me and sitting by me in church and listening to bible apps with me. My last 9 months with him (after forgiving him for the hell of the last 2 years) was nothing. Over 20 of my best years wasted, and this isnt even the tip of all I supported him thru.
Oh and did I mention, I did it all while having Multiple Sclerosis?!
