I'm afraid I have have some sad news to share. Last Thursday Jimmy passed away. He had kept on living until the end and didn't let Cancer beat him. The Sunday before he and I spent the day with friends cutting down and loading 20 foot cedar posts that will be used to support the new metal roof that will cover our RV, porch and patio. It was a beautiful Texas day and he had a great time. Saturday we'd worked in the yard and garden and cooked steaks on the grill. We watched the Dallas Cowboys game when we got home Sunday so it was a nice ending to the day. He was tired Monday but seemed all right so nurse told him to rest. He agreed to stay in bed because it was raining so he couldn't go outside anyway. Tuesday morning I knew something was wrong and so did he. He was having trouble talking and his coordination was terrible, like his brain and body weren't speaking. His hands seemed swollen also. I had just finished reading Better Off Bald over the weekend so I suspected it was lack of oxygen and that he was in liver failure. While waiting for the nurse, Jimmy was praying and then told me that he didn't think he was going to make it to our New Years Eve Date. When the nurse arrived, saw his condition and took his vitals, she confirmed my fears. His oxygen had dropped into the 70s. She told us it would be quick so I needed to notify family and she promised him that she wouldn't let him be in pain. We spent the rest of Tuesday by ourselves talking. He began to get agitated later that afternoon and I had trouble keeping him in bed. He had fallen twice and I was so afraid he'd break something and end up at hospital. The next morning he was having trouble talking and his oxygen had dropped to 50. We decided to put supplemental oxygen on him so he'd be able to tell family and close friends goodbye. I let everyone know to come because we were out of time. Wednesday was spent with people in and out all day. Seemed like some just hung around waiting. I had to ask a few times for "friends" to please wait outside so family members (and ones we consider family) could have private time. The last person left at around 9 pm. Jimmy indicated he wanted the oxygen off and he wasn't struggling so I did. We held hands all night and a couple of times his breathing was so slow that I thought he was gone. Thursday morning neither the nurse nor myself could even get his oxygen level to register on any finger. The only person who hadn't made it yet was his son, even though I'd let him know Tuesday. About noon he called to say he was on the way. He lives an hour from us. I put the oxygen back on and told Jimmy to hold on. He did. ❤️ His son got to visit and when he left, I laid down next to the love of my life and he passed peacefully about 10 minutes later.
We were so Blessed to have this last year and he accomplished so very much. I'll share some more of that in another post.
Sharon Dixon ❤️