I can still recall the exact momment our nightmare began 4:59pm on December 29th, 2011. The doctor called to tell us the test results were in. My husband had been feeling sick for several months but no doctor could figure out what was wrong. After about 6 doctors we were receiving the phone call that would end our months of not knowing. But not in a million years did we expect to hear what we did. These were the doctors exact words " Well your test results are in and they show a tumor in your stomach which we believe to be cancerous and in need of immediate attention. But Since this weekend is a holiday weekend their isn't much we can do just stay home and relax and we will give you a call Monday. Enjoy your holidays" click. We cried ourselves to sleep that night.
Really how on earth is someone supposed to enjoy anything after receiving that kind of news. That was the first of many long weekends, but none compare to that one. Soon after we met with the doctor who told us he had stage 4 stomach cancer and the tumor was unoperable.The reason it took so long for a diagnosis he explained was because stomach cancer is extreamly rare in people under 70 let alone a 28yr old with no history of cancer in the family.
Chemo was started that same day. Thats when reality really started to sink in. It is so difficult and heartbreaking to see the person you love suffer with excruciating pain and nausea. My husband was now a frail thin man who had lost over 50 pounds in only a few months. We both yelled, cried and prayed together in the weeks to come. Finally after several rounds of chemo he started feeling better. But when the Ct scan came back we were schocked they said the tumor had actually grown. So what now? As we were getting ready to start a different combination of chemo he got sick and got admitted to the hospital. Because his pain was too excruciating that even the best pain medications weren't enough. While at he hospital they realised the tumor was causing an obstruction which ment he needed to have a small surgery that was supposed to place a tube in his stomach to drain the fluid that was quickly accumulating. But this ment he would no longer be able to eat or drink, everything would be now given intravenousley. Which was a blow to his morale. I cried because I felt so helpless. In order to continue any kind of treatment this procedure was necessary. Much to my surprise I thought we would have a nurse at all times but that was not the case. I went from being his wife to being his fulltime nurse. I got an intense crash course that lasted all but 2 hours. I was so overwhelmed that I cried for hours in the bathroom. How was I supposed to do what nurses go to school for all by myself. But he is what kept me going, I admire him. I am now unable to work because he is always connected to something fluids, antiobiotics, pain medication and TPN (his food). And that is where we are at now. Getting ready for Chemo again.
Our bills are sky high and they continue to pile up but we are not giving up.I will go into extrodinary lenghts to do what I can for the love of my life and the father of my daughter. That is why we are asking for your help and your support. Your donations will help pay for medications, transportation ( we live an hour and a half from the hosptal) and our medical bills. Thanks and I know we can beat this with your help and Gods helping hand. We thank you and hope that someday we can repay all of your generousity
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