As I continue to struggle with the loss of Jennifer, I am constantly looking back at the last weeks leading up to her death. I still am amazed at how strong and brave she was during that time period.
After the initial appointment with the gastrointestinal doctor, he ordered a needle biopsy on her liver to determine what she had so that a treatment plan could be made.
We went to the St George hospital on July 19 and they did the biopsy procedure. After they finished the biopsy surgery and brought her back to the recovery room she ordered some breakfast and she was able to eat pretty well. She had a blueberry muffin and some scrambled eggs, orange juice and water. She was also pretty upbeat all considered. She was just relieved to have the procedure over and was looking ahead to what could be done to hopefully fix it. Looking back I believe this was probably the last decent food intake that she had before she passed.
I believe that biopsy really unleashed the cancer and that it ravaged her with a vengeance from that point forward. She really started to go downhill from that point forward but she kept fighting.
I often have flashbacks to her final day with me. I know I have some PTSD and always will from that day. I know I can’t change anything about it, the situation it is what it is. But damn it, it really hurts.
Well enough for today.
I 💯relate to the positive and negative flashbacks. Thanks for sharing. It helps me reflect and know that we all have crap to deal with. Hope today is a good one.