My husband has just lost his battle against T cell lymphoma on September 15, 2009. He was diagnosed in late April with successful chemo treatment and had his stem cells collected for an Auto transplant for beginning of Sept. He started having leg weakness and horrible pain. A PET found his lymphoma to be back and had spread to his CSF and brain. We have 4 children, with the youngest age 6 so of course we wanted to fight. He underwent more chemo was in the ICU for 2 weeks but then was going to go on with an auto and allogenic transplant. We found out that the lymphoma had continued to spread on a Friday. We took him home on Saturday and he passed away with me on Tuesday am. We are people of solid christian faith so I know that he is in a better place. Now a little more than 2 weeks have passed and I can't grasp the reality that my athletic, young (52) husband is never coming back to me and the kids. Each child is processing differently and I can hardly get out of bed in the morning much less help them along their grief. If someone can help lead me down this terrible path I'm on please respond.
I too lost my husband (who was 55 )this week to complications from his double cord transplant for Chronic Myelomonocytic Leukemia. He sailed through chemo and we were ready for him to get through this and we could get back to our lives. Everything went wrong, fungal pneumonia, then 3 blood infections, then liver failure, kidney failure and finally a heart attack. How he was still breathing no one knew. We had to ask the doctors to change to palliative care, very dificult. I am only a couple of days into this and I hope when I get back to Florida (we came to Seattle) I will not fall apart. We have children also, a Brady Bunch of sorts. It will hit them all differently.
Thankfully, I read a book a few years ago by Sylvia Brown called "Life on the Other Side". It is basically about heaven, and how when we come to earth we pick others that we know to be our friends, partners, children, friends etc. We also pick out what lessons we need to learn including suffering. I am so thankful to God that he led me to this book. It has helped me understand many things that made no sense otherwise. I hope you find this book and read it.
God bless you and your kids. I hope we all get through this with our beautiful memories.
1 Corinthians 13:13
there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.
Sacgal and Rose,
I too lost my love.. my mother on Sept. 18. She was 54 years old, and now I can't believe I will live the rest of my life without her by my side.
Because I am a counselor, I feel that I was better prepared to go thru this grieving, however, it is worse than I ever imagined.. She was my bestfriend and I ache each day for her!
1 Corinthians 13:13
there are three things
that last forever: faith, hope, and love;
but the greatest of them all is love.
This was our passage throughtout her 3 year battle with AML and then a SCT. It gives me strength! hugs, nicole
You are not alone!
Nicole I am so sorry for your loss. I have read your posts and was touched
by your deep devotion to you mother.
I hope that we all heal, and as the days pass we find comfort in the love
offered by our friends and family. No one can give us what we really need,
but we need to allow them to come in and be a part of this grieving process.
We need to accept some help from them. You know what I mean. I am tempted to
close up, but I know he would not want that.
Love and prayers to you both. Now the prayers are for us. We have to accept
them with the love they are offered with.
Prayers for Sacgal
Prayers for Nicole
Rose
On Thu, Oct 1, 2009 at 7:40 PM, Prayers for my Mom, by Nicole <
Rose,
It sounds like our journey is beginning together. I am 38 years old and have lost the love of my life. I am not sure how I am "suppose" to be but I am afraid that I am having to speed thru the grief to support our kids. Its the little things that seem to hurt the most right now. I will have someone find that book for me. I pray that your children (ages?) have your same faith to get them thru the grief. I am up and going to take the kids to school so that will be my event for the day.
Please use the school counselors to provide services to your children. They
are not only educated in this field, but can also take a little off you.
Hospice also provides grief counseling for them and you. You can't be
everything to everyone right now. We have to heal. By the time our kids
figure out what we are going through, it will be years from now.
When I get back to Florida and people ask me what they can do I'm going to
say "can you take my kids somewhere please?" My only ones still at home are
14 year-old twin girls. It hasn't hit them yet and they are a bit
insensitive to me. It's a very selfish age.
I have been wearing his sweaters and it makes me feel better. If someone
doesn't like it I could not care less. I have 2 stepsons and I am already
sensing problems. When we came to Seattle we put everything in storage. They
are older and on their own. They want to be there for the unpacking of my
home. I flatly said no. I am doing it on my own in my own time. That's our
life in there.
Please let someone help you by taking the kids now and then. You have some
reading to do.
Hi my name is rebecca.My fiance was recently diagnosed with acute luekemia.I'm sure you can identify with the shock and bewilderment.We just had a baby daughter Tiffany April 18th of this year.My BF is only 47.You are not alone.Sometimes I wonder how or why God keeps getting me up in the morning to move on.They are to begin aggressive chemo this week.So I'm still holding on to hope.He came home one day and mowed the lawn and complained of a sore neck.He began to detoriate rapidly in front of my eyes.My whole life is upside down and I don't know where to begin.My prayers are with you.I keep wobbling in between sadness and anger.And numbness which somedays I welcome.I let myself cry alot and I have to find a way to continue to live life everyday and it's hard but I have survived other things in my past also.I know the sun will shine again.God bless
Rebecca,
This is a safe place to express all of your emotions and concerns. Leukemia is something that I don't know about but what I do know is my faith kept me and my husband strong through our battle. He had the most aggressive form of lymphoma, but we still prayed and kept hope. Hope is what you do have. Appreciate the day that God has given you, your little girl and finance. Ask a lot of questions and be his advocate. Most importantly just love him.
I will keep praying.Thank you for you're compassion.I am very scared right now and drained. we just got the news tuesday.I am off to the hospital once again so pray for him and me.His name is Todd.
Rose, I've been thinking of you for weeks, and had a gut feeling your husband had passed. I'm sorry for your loss. You did all you could.
Stay strong and accept no bullying from adult step-kids. They are sad, but you didn't give their dad cmml.Your writing has been helpful, very real and brave.
Since we know how little information there is to be had about cmml, think about writing this out.
I'm still not sure I am brave enough to go to Seattle. My family doc says it has been the cutting edge on hematology for 30 years. I know it doesn't make you feel any better. Many good thoughts sent your way.
Mary Carol
Hey Girls,
Thought I would join in - I lost my wonderful husband on October 21st. I'm still raw from it all - I was drained emotionally and physically. He fought so hard, but his poor body could not take anymore. He was 41. He was my best friend and I'm totally lost.
People have been so kind - calling, cards, flowers, food, but for the life of me I cannot get in gear with my thank you cards. My son and sister took me out to eat twice this week - when Mark was going through this we both pretty much were stuck on soup and cereal, so it was nice to get out and sit in a restaurant. But, I'm still alone when I get home. And it's so quiet. My son does live with me, but he works in retail so his hours are different. We seem to be closer after this though - he's a teenager and thought he knew it all for awhile.
I have to remind myself to breath sometimes. It seems like a bad dream. I talk to him all the time, but it sure would be nice to hear something back.
It's just an unbelieveable sadness. I know I'm selfish and I'm glad he isn't suffering and in pain, but I would do anything to have him a little longer. I just keep thinking one day at a time and that seems to be getting me by.
Does it ever get better? You each are in my prayers.
Margie
Mar Mar,
Im so sorry for the loss of your husband! As for getting better, that is what every one says. I lost my mom on Sept 18 and I must say that I am breathing bettter however, the pain and missing her will always be there I feel. I realize it's different for you because he was your husband. Yesterday I was in a funk and could cry at the drop of a hat, I know it was just because I so longed to hear my moms voice. Thinking of you, nicole
Rose,
You wrote, "
Please use the school counselors to provide services to your children. They
are not only educated in this field, but can also take a little off you.
Hospice also provides grief counseling for them and you. You can't be
everything to everyone right now. We have to heal. By the time our kids
figure out what we are going through, it will be years from now."
That is great! Ironically I am a school counselor. I missed the first 2 months of work to be with my mom in ICU. When I returned to work the kids who had lost someone began popping out of the wood work:) I know they knew of my situation and Im sure they feel in a sense that I can better understand. It has been really hard though, because I must set aside my own loss and be there for them. The good thing at times though is that I can share briefly about my mother when the time is right and it helps the student feel that they are not alone. Since going back to work I have had one student who breaks my heart, because she lost a loved one due to a drunk driver hitting them.
hugs, nicole
Hello All,
Mar&Mar, it slowly gets a little better but the strangest things will make me fall apart. I had this really nice cable guy try to fix an install someone else messed up and when he found out my husband died he got so upset he huugged me and said he could never make it without his wife who "does everything". I ended up telling him everything and I cried like a baby. It was so strange. But in an odd way it was nice opening up to a stranger and spilling it all out. It's only been a little over a month, so I guess it's to be expected. Hearing your story made me feel like I was reading my own thoughts, I kept waiting to wake up from this terrible dream. Each morning I had to remind myself that I didn't have to be at the hospital today. That has subsided...thankfully! The numbness is wearing off a little. I even went to a friends gathering tonight and went out with the kids trick-or-treating. Can't say I had a great time, but it wasn't bad either.
Nicole, I'm so glad to hear you are helping so many kids! Maybe you can find solice in helping all these kids, and maybe they can even help you too. A child who has had a big loss may feel like no one understands, and now they know you do. Your mother would be very proud of you (but I'm pretty sure she was really proud of you already).
I'm going back to work Monday...first time since July 2nd when we left for Seattle. I hope it's OK. I think it will help to try to replace some of my normal routine, even though nothing seems normal or routine anymore.
I hope everyone else is coping better. This is tough God knows. Prayers out to all of you,
Rose
Evening ladies,
I originally posted thi s after I lost my husband after a four month battle with lymphoma on September 15. I can't believe that it has been over 6 weeks now. I took the kids trick or treating (3 under the age of 9) and cried the entire time. I don't understand why he can't watch his kids grow up. He is the most amazing strong man I have ever known. I have found a website/bulletin that I have found quite helpful. It is youngwidow.com. I am 38 and Dave was 52. In my grief I have found few how truely understand what it is like to loose their spouse. These people do and if you like you can just look at some of our conversations. I hope and pray that each of you find a moment that you can breath and remember how much you were loved by your husbands.
Stephanie
Wow as I read through everyone's story, I felt robbed. Most of you guys had double digits years with your loved one. I had two. That's it, two years. Met her in 2007, now it's 2009 and she's gone. Two years, with only about 9 good months. The rest of the time was spent with her in pain. It went down hill so quickly. It started with her Appendicitis, which she had surgery for. Then it went down hill. But two years.