After Troy came home he started his chemo and radiation. I remember his first appointment with his oncologist, she said he was stage 4 and she could try and take him to near death with treatments but she was only going to treat him so that he would be able to eat hamburgers again. She didn’t ask him what he wanted, she made the decision for him. She failed on being able to eat hamburgers, he was never able to eat anything. The radiation treatments left him with lots of stomach pain. He said it felt like his chest was burned on the inside. I would sometimes go with him, and it saddened me to see all the people sitting there waiting on their treatments. At the same time, my aunt Beulah (who treated me like her daughter) was showing signs of dementia. I had been trying for years to get her to come and live with us, but she always declined. She was a Worley and they are known to be very stubborn. We talked weekly and she always wrote me. I could tell when I talked to her that her mind was not what it used to be. I couldn’t go help her because Troy needed me here. I remember when we had just moved here, we were staying with my brother, and we needed to find our own place to stay and EDS was talking about getting just Troy an apartment, I told him I could take the kids back to Indiana until the house sold and we could move into a house. I remember him saying please don’t do that, I couldn’t make it here without my family, so I knew I couldn’t leave him during his fight to go and help my aunt.
Jane is a Widow 