Excellent Description of my loss of my husband. The Diagnosis by wonderFreek76 Nonfiction Writing Contest contest entry Artwork by Brendaartwork18 at FanArtReview.com

It had been a long few weeks at home. I was doing the best I could to take care of my husband, but his condition continued to worsen. After two doctor visits and a smorgasbord of over the counter medications, my only option was to get him to the emergency room. His mind was starting to slip. He couldn't remember one thing to the next. I figured it was the fever. After getting him cleaned up and in the car, we headed to a nearby hospital. "Where are we going?" he asked not long after we left the house. I reminded him once again we were going to the hospital so he could get better. I made arrangements and packed a bag with all intentions of staying with him at the hospital. Things got worse by the minute. Test after test after test.... The sun began to set and I was advised that I could not stay at the hospital. I didn't want to leave. He would be alone and they didn't understand how much he needed me there. So I got my things together and headed out for my lonely drive home. I had almost got back to town when my phone rang. "Mrs. Lents?", the doctor asked. I replied "yes..". "I am sorry to have to inform you but your husband has cancer." I don't remember much after that word...cancer. It is stage 4 and there wasn't much to be done. I told them I was driving back to the hospital. I had to see him. As I walked into the room, he was sitting up with tears in his eyes. I didn't know what to say. As the following days came and went. More tests. More doctors. Options came and went and his condition worsened. We were planning our 20th wedding anniversary. It was a fairy tale marriage. He would have taken a bullet for me. He loved me with a love you only read about. Our 20 years had taken us to many places to meet many people. For 10 years we did jail, prison, and addiction ministry. Reaching the unreachable. And it all came down to this moment in that hospital. He was my best friend...my soulmate. Could this really be the end. What would I do alone? I watched him slip away day after day until he could no longer speak or eat. After 7 days in the hospital, I held his hand, kissed his forehead, and thanked him for the last 20 years as he slipped away. That week is a blur. I walked out of the hospital alone for the first time in 20 years. The pain was excruciating. How could he really be just gone. The following days, weeks, and months brought challenge after challenge. I lost my income, my home, my dog, my husband....my life. I am grateful for the time we had together. He was always there for me. I go about my days remembering all the good times and trying to move on. Author Notes There is so much more I could say.

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