He's gone
How we like to remember Kevin "¡Vivo más!" My husband died 22 days ago. Yes, he was sick. Yes, he'd been sick for a very long time. But when I drove him to the ER at St. Mary's Hospital in Rochester, MN on Wednesday, May 29th I NEVER thought he wouldn't come home with me. He didn't either. He'd gone to the ER (by my insistence on May 17th) in Northfield because of a raging red foot. He was immediately admitted with cellulitis and put on antibiotics. He was there for a week and then came home with an antibiotic via port we did at home. A week later, he went in to have some fluid removed from his stomach, came home, developed a fever and chills and I drove him straight to St Mary's in Rochester. Once he was admitted there, every day got worse. The teams and teams of doctors never gave up hope on him until his body just gave out. I still can't believe he's gone. 22 days where each day has seemed to last for 2 weeks but yet they have flown by. It...