Troy would be in the hospital for a while so the hole in his esophagus could close. Before he would leave there he would have to have a feeding tube inserted in his stomach. He still couldn’t swallow food. He would never again be able to swallow food. Troy loved eating. It was so sad to see someone that loved eating not be able to. I felt guilty eating in front of him, or cooking and the smell would be throughout the house, yet he would not be able to eat any. I loved his breakfast burritos that he made with potatoes. Even though he couldn’t eat them, he would make them for me. I remember standing in the kitchen looking at him and he said “it is what it is”. He had tears in his eyes, I said “you can’t leave me here by myself.” He gave me a big hug. The thought of him not being around was more than I could take.
Jane is a Widow 