Article from the "Province" paper

One of the things that I have though about was if I was right in making the decisions in regards to Bryons care in the hospital. Should I have insisted that they do everything possible to keep him alive. In todays newspaper there was an article about how so many people do not have a living will. How medical /end of life decisions are left to others, emotionally involved family members. That perhaps your wishes are not thought about.
Below is an excerpt from the article. It has brought me peace of mind.



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In other cases, people are agreeing to life-prolonging interventions without fully grasping what is it they are signing on for, doctors say. For example, CPR, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, performed in a real world intensive care unit isn't like the sanitized and "miracle recovery" versions depicted on TV. CPR can be almost violent and sometimes lead to broken ribs, punctured lungs and a high rate of stroke and serious brain injuries. The survival odds are slim. "The chance of being resuscitated when you're terminally ill with cancer is like one in 100,000," says Dr. Larry Librach, Sun Life Financial chair in bioethics and director of the Joint Centre for Bioethics at the University of Toronto.

The chance of making it out of hospital, he said, "is zero


Read more: http://www.canada.com/health/Life+death+questions+Canadians+waiting+long+decide+life+treatment/7002753/story.html#ixzz21tjLvzdD

Is it really getting better?

I don't think becoming a widow is something you get over. No, it doesn't get better with time, you just learn to adjust. Today my thoughts and prayers are with Tammy, Bryons daughter. Her husband died in a small plane crash on the 24th.
Bryon used Blistex on his lips, I hated it! Now every night I find myself using it.....why? Maybe I feel that it brings Bryon closer to me....I don't know. Am cleaning out the basement. I am thinking of putting in a bedroom and living room and renting it to exchange students. It was a walk down memory lane. Hopes, dreams and the occasional beer can. A couple of days ago a beautiful german shepard dog was found in a dumpster, it was severely hurt and despite the best efforts of the Critical Care Vets he died. He was an ex police dog that had to leave the program because he was too friendly. He was adopted and that person sold him. His story threw my world into a tailspin. His story coupled with the basement depressed me so badly. I miss having a shoulder to cry on. Lately that has been my modus operandi. Depressed. I still find it hard to acknowledge that Bryon is dead.
I miss you so much Pooter Bear.
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July 1

Another July 1st has come and gone. The family came over for a BBQ. Sons, daughters,grand kids,friends.....life was good today. Chelsea, Billy and great grandson James didn't make it and they were missed.I know that there was not a person here that did not think of Bryon and his name was mentioned in many conversations. Funny things he said or did. He always brought a new dimension to the gatherings.
Bryon you are always in my thoughts you will forever be in my heart. Family gatherings are just not the same without you. Your impact on the kids is so evident.
Love you
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Ain't it the truth!