My husband was diagnosed last March ‘21 and since the end of this January he has gone downhill fairly rapidly. Secondarys we’re found in February and despite a few rounds of chemo (2nd type) the cancers has spread throughout his body. The last few days he has not been able to eat anything at all and only has sips of water. His blood oxygen sats are very low and he’s going onto oxygen tomorrow at home, along with a hospital bed. He did say not long ago that he didn’t want to pass away at home but in a hospice. This was to spare my feelings after he’s gone and I’m still living here at home. Now he’s very weak he has said he’d rather be at home and I just want him to be where he’s most peaceful. It’s going to be hard wherever. I’m in a waking nightmare of anticipation and grief. I’m hoping the oxygen will help him feel a lot more comfortable and less confused. It’s so hard.
