Essay about A Day Of My Life
On a fateful winter night on January 31, 2007, I sat silently inside my car contemplating how I could ever enter my home to face my loving husband of 22 years. It was only forty-five minutes earlier that I received a tearful phone call from J.P. Unable to express himself, after returning from his doctor’s appointment, I said that I would be home immediately. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew that J.P had terminal cancer.
Over the next seven years, J.P. was receiving on average chemotherapy every 6 months. Two bone marrow transplants were critical to extending his life. To capitalize on maximizing his health J.P. remained physically active, eating a well-balanced diet, and actually improving his heart and lung capacity. During the summers he also worked on his golf game, playing alongside Jason and me. He proudly was scoring in the 70’s and was trying to out-score Jason’s under-par game. As a family, we were living our lives to the fullness. Not taking each other for granted. It was a time of trusting God, and a time of spiritual growth. Praying daily for J.P. and receiving many blessings along the way.
On a cold winter’s day, January 27, 2014, we were heart broken in receiving a devastating medical report. J.P.’s bone marrow was chemically burnt out from the extensive use of chemotherapy to extend his life. There was no medical intervention beyond palliative care. On March 9, 2014, J.P’s passing occurred with myself, Jason, and his brother…