Larry Garza’s Legacy
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Hello everyone. As you all may know, the love of my life, Larry Garza, beat the hell out of cancer! It will no longer have control over his life, his pain or his voice anymore. On 2/14 my squishy was lucid enough in the morning to tell me that he loved me and “Happy Valentine’s Day”. His heart rate had been on a rollercoaster all day and deep down in my soul, I knew that day was THE day. He was asleep the entire morning, unlike the day before when he was awake long enough for me to see into those big brown eyes I adored. Like the day back in 1999, when we “zinged” across the counter at Bandera Bowl, I had woken him up to tell him I was getting into the shower and would be real quick. He looked up at me with those same beautiful eyes and I could feel him looking deep into my soul. He nodded and smiled then squeezed my hand. That was the last time he would look into my eyes and we had our final zing.
He would become more incoherent and combative as the night went on. He tried to talk, boy did he try, but nothing was clear and strong enough to hear. I told him to rest and to save his energy. After his heart rate fluctuated all morning, his oxygen started to drop rapidly. Drs said there was no way to help his oxygen as he was already maxed out on BiPap. They gave me an option to either remove the BiPap and let him go naturally or still continue with blood tests to try and treat him. I told them to keep going, that’s what he would want, but then there was no blood to take. His body was tired. I mulled over the decision as I had family around me. But as my final Valentines Day present from the only man I will ever love, he made the decision for me. He knew I hate making decisions, I even hate having control over the remote. So after his last rites were read, he passed fast, no pain and surrounded by those he loved at 710pm.
Now…I don’t know what to do. My life has been consumed with routines, meds, meals, appointments, research…every minute was used every day because I was determined to get him better. Now it’s quiet. Everything has stopped. I have all this free time that I am now struggling to understand what to do with.
I have received multiple calls, texts, messages on both Larr’s and my phone. I want to answer everyone. I want to be able to tell you how to help me, what you can do for us, but honestly, I don’t fucking know.
So I’m opening up a new gofundme. If you want to donate, awesome, but please don’t feel forced to. I’m going to stay home with the kids up until the fall. I need to catch up on Gunnar’s home schooling and get Mykee to flipping graduate. She has prom, her school trip to Disney World and graduation within the next few months. We have to continue our therapy appointments and psych to get through the mud. But we’ll get there.
Thank you all again for the love, support and patience over the last 6 1/2 years. It’s been extremely tough and I know it’s going to get tougher before it gets better. Please continue to be patient with me as I learn to navigate with out my North Star. He is and forever will be the most amazing and exciting man I’ve ever met. He gave us a wonderfully in abnormally normal life. I am eternally grateful.
He would become more incoherent and combative as the night went on. He tried to talk, boy did he try, but nothing was clear and strong enough to hear. I told him to rest and to save his energy. After his heart rate fluctuated all morning, his oxygen started to drop rapidly. Drs said there was no way to help his oxygen as he was already maxed out on BiPap. They gave me an option to either remove the BiPap and let him go naturally or still continue with blood tests to try and treat him. I told them to keep going, that’s what he would want, but then there was no blood to take. His body was tired. I mulled over the decision as I had family around me. But as my final Valentines Day present from the only man I will ever love, he made the decision for me. He knew I hate making decisions, I even hate having control over the remote. So after his last rites were read, he passed fast, no pain and surrounded by those he loved at 710pm.
Now…I don’t know what to do. My life has been consumed with routines, meds, meals, appointments, research…every minute was used every day because I was determined to get him better. Now it’s quiet. Everything has stopped. I have all this free time that I am now struggling to understand what to do with.
I have received multiple calls, texts, messages on both Larr’s and my phone. I want to answer everyone. I want to be able to tell you how to help me, what you can do for us, but honestly, I don’t fucking know.
So I’m opening up a new gofundme. If you want to donate, awesome, but please don’t feel forced to. I’m going to stay home with the kids up until the fall. I need to catch up on Gunnar’s home schooling and get Mykee to flipping graduate. She has prom, her school trip to Disney World and graduation within the next few months. We have to continue our therapy appointments and psych to get through the mud. But we’ll get there.
Thank you all again for the love, support and patience over the last 6 1/2 years. It’s been extremely tough and I know it’s going to get tougher before it gets better. Please continue to be patient with me as I learn to navigate with out my North Star. He is and forever will be the most amazing and exciting man I’ve ever met. He gave us a wonderfully in abnormally normal life. I am eternally grateful.
Organizer
Andee Salinas Garza
Organizer
San Antonio, TX