Support Lary in Lori's Final Days

Gosh, I never thought I'd have to ask people to send money, but my life has taken a desperate turn. I'm Lary Crews, known on Bluesky as @larycrews.bsky.social

I have posted stuff about my 78-year life, some of it interesting and some of it less so. But for the last few months I talked about my wife who is 76 and who is just days away from death. She is unresponsive with Stage 4 cancer in Renown Hospice. At home, but not aware of it.

May 7, we had arranged transportation via Lyft to Renown for Lori’s first chemotherapy session. She could not walk to Lyft, so they sent an ambulance for her. At the hospital, due to concerns regarding her vital signs, the doctor decided to postpone the chemotherapy treatment.

After a week we were notified that she would not make it at all. This Cancer is incurable which is why we chose Hospice.

Carlee visited (6-2-25) and made Lori comfortable and said, as I thought, the end was near. Lori is out like a light and has been for three days. As her son, Tom, and I agreed, "she is going out in the most peaceful way, at home with Lary and Stanford and blissfully unaware of her surroundings."

Lori has repeatedly said to me and her son, Tom, "When I go, I want no funeral, no headstone just cremation with my ashes spread on the Truckee River, which I love."

So today I called Truckee Meadows Cremation and discovered it would cost my entire Social Security monthly check to pay for her to be cremated.

Since January she has been in the hospital for a week, three times.

I am delighted that in my messaging with Lori's son, Tom, at 11am 6-2-25, he approved of my taking the several attempts Lori made to write about her life and turn it into the Story of Lori Crews on Bluesky. It will probably take me six months, but I will do it. Promise.

It was hard for me to do this because people all over the world are in greater need than I am. Sorry.

The worst time in my life was the three days so far that I have laid in bed looking at my sweet wife of 26 years, slipping away, not conscious of me or her loving cat, Stanford.