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That is not How These Things Work

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“Help me…” she whispered as faintly as a light breeze. My heart sank even further, as if this entire time it was just slowly hitting branch after branch before it hit the ground only to continue past the topsoil. I rang the nurses who immediately called the doctors.Within a minute flat the room was filled with white coats, including her oncologist, all examining my wife and conversing among each other while the nurse I spoke to earlier repeatedly apologized to me “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I thought she was just tired!” They rushed her out of the room as quickly as they came in, another nurse physically removed apology nurse and began speaking to me, all I remember is “Your wife is” and it trails off. I didn’t really need someone to explain to me what was going on, my wife was dying. We rushed to another floor where I sat in the waiting room and sent out a text to her aunt, and I am pretty certain it was only her aunt I told. We have received a few criticisms for this particu...

Tears in my Coffee

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“The most terrifying weeks of my life.”-Marci H. my beloved Aunt July 7 th I picked you up from your house, so that we could learn how to clean your port at the cancer center. We were going to meet Ian there, that way he could leave and go back to work afterwards. At this point we had no idea how bad off you were. I pulled into the driveway and noticed that the house was completely dark. I knew you weren’t feeling well, so I approached with caution. I found you laying on the couch, but ready to go. You were quiet; that was weird. I also noticed how pale you were. We got to the cancer center, but you wanted to wait in the car for Ian. He was already inside, so we slowly made our way to the second floor. We signed you in and they took you back immediately. The first thing they did was close your curtains for privacy. Next, they disconnected the port from the 5FU. They hooked you up to an IV for fluids right away. Then the nurses tried to get vitals. It took about t...

Patient Zero

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I will tell people who ask that I watched as my wife was dying right in front of me. They give their apologies but in the eyes you can see the truth. “Ah, that is rough but she didn’t actually die,” “You have my sympathies but she is the one with the cancer,” “Maybe you are trying to milk this a little hard, she wasn’t that close.” Fair enough. People do not generally know anyone as well as they think, and they will never know anyone as well as they want to. No single person is a completely open book due to the fact that no single person fully understands everything about themselves. So if they cannot understand everything about themselves, whom they inarguably spend the most time with, how can they ever hope to fully understand anything? I do not blame them for their inaudible skepticism. Let’s take it a few steps back. They discovered the cancer through a series of tests that started with a colon cleanse. This typically isn’t a terrible experience, except when an obj...