My beautiful husband passed away Sunday Feb 8, 2009. No extreme measures, no feeding tubes, no in home nurses, nothing. He refused to prolong this way of life, where he could do little more than exist. He thought of us too. Didn't want to put us through that. I admire his decisions, so do my children 6, 10. Although not very well, he could walk, talk, eat up until he went into the hosp. Even then he was calm, saying I'm having trouble breathing but I want to wait till the kids get off to school. I didn't wait! He wrote he was done fighting and died peacefully a couple days later in the hosp.
