I just thought I'd introduce myself. My name is Basia. I have been lurking for a while, reading your posts and crying with you all. I can relate to each and every one of you in some way. I have lost my beautiful hubby on April 17. On February 4th he came home from a business trip and was happy and well. I was ecstatic to have him back, I missed him so in those few days. The next day he got sick. His "ribs" hurt. The day after that he was flown out of town to a hospital (we lived in a remote island community in the Canadian North, way north of 60). On Feb. 11 at Ottawa Hospital we got a death sentence. TWO MONTHS! And that's what it turned out to be. Terry died with me, his kids and his parents holding on to him. My little 9 year old daughter held his hand. On top of everything we have since lost our home up north, our friends left behind, our dogs and cat stuck at a kennel as we lived in hotel rooms for 2 months. Our whole life turned upside down.
We had a beautiful marriage and were always together as a family. Living in a closed off community in a tiny house brought us so close together.
I can't breathe half the time, I can't function, I can't take care of our 4 kids (9-15 yrs.old). I just want to die. How can I help our kids who need me so badly when I cannot break past my own pain. Thank you for listening and sorry for my rambling on.
I love you Baby!