FarmGeek
Silver Member
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2004
- Messages
- 105
- Location
- Central NC
- Tractor
- Kubota M4900, Bobcat 763, Kubota RTV900
Good Evening,
Last night my wife of three years, eleven months, five hours and five minutes passed away. Her name is Patty.
Patty had an AVM, or an unusual mass of blood vessels and arteries, located in the balance center of her brain, the cerebellum. When a small rupture occurred a couple months ago she became temporarily paralyzed due to the uncontrolled dizziness. We knew the surgery was risky but she characteristically thought of others first. Her greatest fear was having another rupture while driving and causing harm to someone else. Even in death she was adamant about being an organ donor. Because of this, two people will receive kidneys, two will become sighted again and one will gain a new liver.
One complication after another denied her recovery. The surgeon’s skill and the dedicated and compassionate nursing staff prevented her from dying five times on the operating table and too many to count while in neuro-intensive care.
Not only did I loose the Love-of-My-Life but my best friend as well. I got lonely so I thought I would share her compassion with you lot.
Please! If you haven’t done this before go do it now!! Talk to your spouse about what your final wishes are. Have a will made. Draft a Living Will if appropriate and consider Powers of Attorney for the both of you. We did this and it allowed me to direct the best possible care for the greatest chance of surviving while having a clear understanding of her desires. So many of the health care professionals I spoke with were relieved we had done this too. I could answer questions and make decisions without any hesitation knowing it was what Patty had directed me to do.
Patty was a city girl from New Jersey. She moved to central North Carolina looking for employment. We met at the workplace but didn’t hook up until years later, after we had both divorced. I taught her to eat grits, okra and the proper way to barbecue. I taught her how to run a skid-steer, drive a tractor and weld. I bought her an RTV900 that she named Kubby. They were inseparable. I sure will miss that little orange streak racing between flowerbeds and the garden.
I miss my wife and my friend. She was only 48. Now go hug your spouse. If asked why, just say it’s because I can’t hug mine tonight.
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Jeff
Last night my wife of three years, eleven months, five hours and five minutes passed away. Her name is Patty.
Patty had an AVM, or an unusual mass of blood vessels and arteries, located in the balance center of her brain, the cerebellum. When a small rupture occurred a couple months ago she became temporarily paralyzed due to the uncontrolled dizziness. We knew the surgery was risky but she characteristically thought of others first. Her greatest fear was having another rupture while driving and causing harm to someone else. Even in death she was adamant about being an organ donor. Because of this, two people will receive kidneys, two will become sighted again and one will gain a new liver.
One complication after another denied her recovery. The surgeon’s skill and the dedicated and compassionate nursing staff prevented her from dying five times on the operating table and too many to count while in neuro-intensive care.
Not only did I loose the Love-of-My-Life but my best friend as well. I got lonely so I thought I would share her compassion with you lot.
Please! If you haven’t done this before go do it now!! Talk to your spouse about what your final wishes are. Have a will made. Draft a Living Will if appropriate and consider Powers of Attorney for the both of you. We did this and it allowed me to direct the best possible care for the greatest chance of surviving while having a clear understanding of her desires. So many of the health care professionals I spoke with were relieved we had done this too. I could answer questions and make decisions without any hesitation knowing it was what Patty had directed me to do.
Patty was a city girl from New Jersey. She moved to central North Carolina looking for employment. We met at the workplace but didn’t hook up until years later, after we had both divorced. I taught her to eat grits, okra and the proper way to barbecue. I taught her how to run a skid-steer, drive a tractor and weld. I bought her an RTV900 that she named Kubby. They were inseparable. I sure will miss that little orange streak racing between flowerbeds and the garden.
I miss my wife and my friend. She was only 48. Now go hug your spouse. If asked why, just say it’s because I can’t hug mine tonight.
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Jeff
My wife and and I have such a bond that if I lost her I would rather be........ well you know what I mean.