For just a little over two years my husband has been fighting with cancer. The Cancer started as a tumor in the lower part of the colon. He has extcellent medical care every day. In our minds the caregivers were all extraordinary providers and the technicians each had an inventory of skills that they could call on for his care. It started with the colonoscopy, the surgeon, the operating room staff, the digital imagine persons. Then, you add the urologist, the radiologist, emergency room staff, the nurses, and now we have added the Hospice Care staff, including the volunteers. The medical care people could not add any more. They have pulled out everything they new and now we are experiencing his move to near death experience and the final death.
Through out these many months he has had no pain, no nausea and no discomfort. Now his body is failing and he is tired. Sleep is at the top of his desire list. We are thankful that all of this took part at The Salem Hospital, Salem, Oregon. My husband is a wonderful human being. He has received their care and treatment and moved from one to another to another being jovial and charming. Now he finds it hard to let them do more.
Most of his family will be gathering this weekend. His oldest son in North Carolina is not able to come at this time. His sister, who will be the only living sibling is not able to travel. Some of his grand children and his great grandchildren have visited. They have shared some of their memories and the love they hold for him.
It is amazing that as I help him in his journey, I remember the journey of my Mother, and my Father, and my much loved Step-mother. Although their deaths were 30 years before the passing from one to another is very similar not only in my thoughts but also in why we are doing such things and how much the memory will comfort in the future.
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