Hello everyone! I've been a widow for three years now. It was a hard struggle to raise my children and continue with my life. There were times that I just didn't know if I could keep going. The depression weighed me down. At some point I guess I was at my lowest, my young son told me "mom, you're not dead too, you have to get up and start living, I need a mom". It was sad and true. I had all but stopped living, and my son gave me the kick in the rear that I needed to get up and make a change.
My late husband had cancer, after the surgery the doctors told me they were sorry but there was nothing that they could do. And asked me if I wanted to put him in a place (nursing home) or bring him home. We had already talked about what to do if something was to happen and where he wanted to be laid to rest, if he didn't make it. That was a great gift we gave each other, just talking. I brought him home and we had a few months together, a special time for us all.
I would love to talk to others about the struggles, the up's and down's, the good times and wonderful memories. Thank you, God bless everyone.
My late husband had cancer, after the surgery the doctors told me they were sorry but there was nothing that they could do. And asked me if I wanted to put him in a place (nursing home) or bring him home. We had already talked about what to do if something was to happen and where he wanted to be laid to rest, if he didn't make it. That was a great gift we gave each other, just talking. I brought him home and we had a few months together, a special time for us all.
I would love to talk to others about the struggles, the up's and down's, the good times and wonderful memories. Thank you, God bless everyone.