I met my wife in November of 2018 and by December she asked me to move in. In March of 2019 we became engaged. In September of 2019 we learned my wife had pancreatic cancer. That day, like many others with my wife, I will never forget, and they will continue to haunt me. When the surgeon had told us that she had survived the Whipple surgery, she would need to continue with treatments to try and stop the cancer from coming back or spreading. I leaned over to my wife and said to her that we needed to get married now instead of waiting until March of 2020 which we were supposed to get married on a cruise ship. She told me that if I left, she would understand completely. I could not believe she would think I would leave her when she needed me the most. I had to tell her again I would never let her go through this or anything without me by her side. I made it clear to her that we would go through all the difficulties together. She knew she was my queen and would be taken care of as one forever. I always opened her car door for her everywhere we went. I would give her back rubs to help with her pain but also because she needed to be pampered. So, we did get married in October of 2019 and like everyone else we did not get to do the Ride for Roswell in 2020. Of course, if we waited until 2020, we never would have been able to get married on the cruise ship.
In December of 2020 I lost my father unexpectedly and afterwards found out my father had cancer in his one remaining kidney. Then in May of 2021 my oldest brother was diagnosed with leukemia and lost his battle in July that same year.
My wife had become confused by late February of 2022. In March she was put into Hospice care. Now under Hospice care I would take care of her on a 24-hour basis. We spent many days talking about what she wanted me to do after she had passed. She made it through her birthday, then mine a week later and she made it one day after her sister's birthday. On April 2nd at 4:30 pm I told her if she had to go it was ok because the entire family was at the house. I wiped away a tear from her eye when she took her last breath. Ever since then I have been alone without my queen to take care of, and I have this memory forever engrained in my memory.
Nobody should ever have to suffer alone going through this horrible disease. I struggle daily with these images forever engrained in my memory and nobody to lean on. I just learned recently that my cousin has now been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. When will this madness stop!
I say it needs to stop now. I am asking for support in my Ride for Roswell campaign for any size contribution to help get a cure for this horrible disease.