I was with him and he knew me. I read him his favourite bits of the Bible. He couldn't breathe - just gasping. I was holding his hand, he was gripping mine, and his breaths slowed, and his grip slackened, and he left me. Ray died today at 1110h. I'm so glad I was with him - he was terrified of dying alone in a hospital.
I'm okay. I knew this day would come, and I've been prepared for it for the last month. I'm happy that he came back to me at the end. I'm not sure I could have handled it if he'd still been in the delerium - he wasn't my Ray then.
I'd still like to tell the whole story sometime. It may help someone else to avoid what we went through.
Thanks to everyone,
love Lynne xxxxxx
Cancer Council NSW would like to acknowledge the traditional custodians of the land on which we live and work.We would also like to pay respect to elders past and present and extend that respect to all other Aboriginal people.