My world came crash down yesterday. 13 days ago my husband was told he had a growth on his oesophagus and needed to go in the next day for a pre opp.. 7 days later he went in to have a biopsy and stent fitted. It was the last time I saw him until I had the emergency call yesterday morning to go in and hold his hand. Luckily he had a private room and there was no covid around.
The biopsy caused his stomach to split open on the first day, as the tuma was large and must have been there for some time, a 1 in 100 occurance the surgeon said.
Then a chest infection 3 days later and then his heart stopped.. they did all the could before I got there but his organs began to give up.
It didn't take long, a matter of precious hours.
The staff were amazing but it doesn't take away this emptiness, numbness and pain I have inside me. I feel like I'm never going to stop crying.
21 years weve been together no children from me but a gorgeous step daughter and grand daughter .
I know life goes on but I'm finding it hard to see a way forward.
Living the nightmare we all so easily hear of and dismiss