For 6 months I hounded him to go to the doctor, and all I heard was we had no insurance, no money and he wasn't going to go run up a bill and leave me and our son with out anything. I tried every tact I good think of, but he had it in his head that he was doing what was best for me and the little guy. ARRRGGGHHHH!!!!
I could see him wasting away into nothingness and I knew we would be making funeral arrangements soon if he didn't go.
Finally, last wednesday when he was in pain I told him that I would really like it if he would go to the emergency room because he wasn't allowed to die on his son's birthday. (Which is this Friday) He went.
We now know its liver failure, why no clue yet, and I might still have to make funeral arrangements but it won't be this week. And most importantly there is some hope.
I just wish he hadn't been so freaking stubborn and so dang proud. (I think the nurses wish that too)
"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little tempory safety deserve neither libery or safety." --Ben Franklin
I understand completely. I too spend 7 months trying to get my hubby to go to the doctor. When he finally went we found out he is in the final stages of emphysema and having to file for disability. He was 44 when he was diagnosed on dec 28, 2009.When he went to the er they put him the hospital for a week and then sent him hone on 4 inhalers and breathing treatments.
I'm so angry
- artio.sd
on Jul. 13, 2010 at 8:48 AM