Today’s post has nothing to do with crafting. This is sensitive material, so you may want to stop reading here. I apologize, but I am posting the worst kind of news a family could receive. It helps me to share, so I would ask for your help.
My husband Mickey Joe and I have been married for 36 years. We were married on April 25, 1977…many moons ago! We were unable to celebrate this event because he had been feeling very under-the-weather. Stomach pain off an on again for a few months. Then, it kept him in bed for 5 days. Of course I worry. He has had ‘liver’ issues, but thought that it was being ‘managed’ as well or better than expected.
Long story-short. I finally convinced him he needed to see his Physician. The Dr. sent Mick to the E.R. directly for some blood work and a CT scan. The results came back – CANCER. Bad news to be sure. We went home and contemplated..the dreaded “C” word.
We mentally prepare ourselves to face this diagnosis in whatever way is necessary. Chemo, whatever. No such luck. The diagnosis is Stage IV Liver Cancer. The prognosis is 3 – 6 months. The Cancer is very aggressive.
What is left to us is to come to grips with it, and cope as best we can. This devastating news has brought our family closer together than I thought we could ever be.
We have three grown (BEAUTIFUL) children and 7 (the best we could ask for) grandchildren. The task at hand is to live every day to the fullest. Of course Mick is quite fatigued all the time, and is in pain constantly. But, we are taking it one day at a time. Hospice is such a great comfort in helping us understand.
Sometimes, I feel like this is some kind of cruel joke that life has played, that I am dreaming and I just want to wake up!
I would simply like to ask each of you to send up your prayers, how ever and to whomever you see fit. Each day gets better…until it gets worse.