Was a month of events not to be forgotten. Troy finally came home from the hospital after the doctor perforated his esophagus. The oncologist insisted he would be eating by Thanksgiving. They had inserted his feeding tube in his stomach. He would never be able to swallow food again. On this day that November I heard a loud thud when I was downstairs. I ran upstairs to find him lying on the floor and he couldn’t get up. I had to call an ambulance and they took him to the hospital. He was dehydrated and bleeding internally. The hospital decided they would keep him. They finally released him after insisting he stay till they resolved issues. I wanted him to have his regular oncologist. They finally agreed. Later that month he would start a fire and the chimney caught on fire. I was just sure the house would burn down but he managed to put it out. It was just one thing after another. I miss him every day, so does Ashley. I’m thankful for the time we had together. I’ll always miss him.
Jane is a Widow 