My husband, RickQ on the dope, is dying. He was diagnosed with renal cell cancer on 1/1/09. He had surgery 2 weeks later. The oncologists had hope at first, but his cancer, a rare subtype, is like a forest fire out of control. He has no appetite, has pain (which is controlled, thank goodness), and in the newest development, has fluid in his lungs and has difficulty breathing. His doctor told me today that he may not survive his current hospitalization, or may live several months. The plan is to drain the fluid from his lungs later today.
I need to talk about this, but Rick isn't ready, plus he is really, really medicated this morning. They suspect his liver isn't metabolizing the meds and he is effectively overdosed, so they have cut back in the last few hours. I don't want him to read this, so this board is perfect.
Rick and I met on the SDMB seven years ago. We married 6 years ago and are the happiest couple I know. He is the sweetest man I have ever met and spoiled me rotten. We wrote our own marriage vows, and my favorite line from my vows was "Everyone should be loved like Rick loves me." He adores me, not that I deserve it, and I adore him.