October of 2013 was the beginning of our nightmare. We went to Florida that September, I had been asking Troy where he wanted to go on vacation. I mentioned Las Vegas cause we always liked going there, but he chose Florida. He was really struggling with keeping food down and said he wanted to go see the ocean again. I think he knew how sick he was. He had a doctor appointment when we got home and they said the test results looked okay, the next step was to look into his stomach with an endoscope. Of course I had no idea that would be our last vacation together, like I said the beginning of our nightmare.
Jane is a Widow 