George F

About George F

My husband (fiance at the time) was diagnosed in 2000. He was a FDNY firefighter at the time. He had successful surgery and was cancer free. He was on light duty (working with a urine bag) when 911 struck. He continued to work helping others in the pit at the WTC. We got married that summer after. Several years later his PSA rose and over the years he went through radiation, hormone therapy chemo and clinical trials all with their nasty side effects. The cancer was manageable at times and every time we thought we beat it, it reared it’s ugly head again. It wasn’t until last year that the cancer evolved into mets to the bone., He went under chemo for months and almost died last spring. I took a leave from work (NYC DOE teacher) to care for him and we finally got healthy enough to enjoy a summer upstate at our vacation house. This fall however was the worse news- mets to liver. Chemo again. What could we do? It was the last chance. Needless to say it failed as well. Now my husbad is on hospice and I again gave up my salary, coworkers and job to stay with him. Our family is in NJ. His kids have their lives. My husband also owns a business which I have had to take over not knowing anything about it. I feel like I am drowning every day. My best friend, my soulmate, my love is dying before my eyes a little bit more each day and I can’t do anything about it. I have put my whole life on hold to comfort him and make sure he has everything he needs. I just want my husband back. I am not sure what kind of story you want but this is ours. It is ending way too soon. I feel that you should not pick one story but them all, Every caregivers life is hard and heartbreaking. This picture is from this last summer- our last summer up at the lake he loves.

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