3rd and final blog

These are lovely natural shots of Ian and myself on our hols (thanks Linda and Paul!!) just over a week ago up in the Snowdon and Anglesey area.  As you can see the snow made the scenery so picturesque and although cold we so enjoyed the blue skies and fresh air. 

 

It was to be our last holiday as Ian passed away today.  His body gave up fighting the deadly disease - his kidneys and lungs failed.

 

Ian first went to the Doctor in the second week of January with the initial symptoms and the brain tumours were identified on the 22nd through a CT scan.  He went through a course of radiotherapy and we were all set for the chemo to begin this week.  Over the last two weeks, however, his body started to weaken culminating in the fall at the Doctor's surgery just last Tuesday. 

 

In many respects this was a blessing in disguise as he was immediately rushed to hospital to receive the appropriate treatment.  Only the day before yesterday the consultants were confident that Ian could soon return home with the correct support and facilities.  Over the last 48 hrs, however, this all changed as Ian's breathing became more laboured and the high blood sugar and low salt level and blood pressure steadfastly refused to improve.  I was told that all food and drink restrictions were lifted so I knew that it was just a waiting game.  On that basis, I dashed to the hospital shop to buy him his favourite Joe's icecream....a treat he really loved!

 

I left the hospital at 11 last night and up until then Ian was mainly awake and able to communicate and critically, was not in pain.  On my return this morning around 06.30 that had changed and he remained drowsy without communication the rest of the day.  His pain and discomfort increased throughout the day even though the consultants tried to contain with morphine.  Karen and John brought Rhiannon to the hospital in the afternoon and although no words were spoken by Ian, the way he ensured he was holding my or Rhiannon's hand was so important.  He knew we were there for him.

 

Rhiannon left the hospital later that afternoon and Ian passed away an hour later.  It all seems so quick but we count our blessings that he did not suffer for any extended period.  We have shed many tears and I admit to howling when on my own but Rhiannon and I will move on and we know he is looking down on us (probably still tutting at me when I don't do things they way he would!!).

God bless you Ian - we will love you forever.