A couple of months ago things hit a real low point for us when my husband was diagnosed with inoperable 3rd stage lung cancer, and COPD. We were told he only had a couple of weeks to live, and Hospice was discussed. Then he decided he wasn't ready to die, proceeded to improve a little each day, and little bright spots started showing up. Continued improvement, and the willingness of his cancer doctor to stay with us and help him fight the cancer brought more brightness into our life. Even though being in that nursing home he refers to as zombie land was tough on both of us, the great PT he got while in there helped him a great deal. Now he is home, and we have become grandparents for the 3rd time. More beautiful bright spots in our lives.
We don't know what life holds for us in the future. Though we do know we have a tough road ahead of us. He has to continue to get the COPD under control as much as possible, while at the same time undergoing chemo treatments for the cancer. A daunting task indeed. But, he's already come such a long way, so although the road may become dark again at times, we will cling to the knowledge that if we hold on tight to each other, take it one step at a time, then we will get through this journey, and once more find the brighter path of hope and joy.
