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ASBESTOS KILLED MY HUSBAND By LORRAINE KEMBER He was only a
child when it begun -and he played as children do- in his yard
with his toy cars and tip trucks But his sand was asbestos blue…
In December 1999, my husband and I were walking home from a game
of lawn bowls when I became aware of his shortness of breath. I
was surprised and concerned when he told me that he had
experienced this on several occasions. Believing this to be due
to chest a infection, I made a doctor’s appointment for him the
next day. Chest X-rays revealed fluid on the lungs, over two
litres of which was drained, giving Brian immediate relief, but
it was a tense wait for the pathology results. Through the
Internet I had become aware of several conditions which may have
been responsible for fluid on the lung; these included asbestos-
related diseases. Brian had lived in Wittenoom as a child and I
was afraid of his diagnosis. Not wanting to worry him
unnecessarily, I did not mention my fears to him. I prayed that
he had pleurisy or pneumonia but the pathology results revealed
that there were cancer cells present. When Brian finally
received his diagnosis, my worst nightmare became reality. He
had pleural mesothelioma, a terminal cancer of the lung caused
by the inhalation of asbestos dust. We found it inconceivable
that the disease was the result of Brian inhaling asbestos dust
as a child and that it had lain dormant for forty-five years
before become lethal. We were still reeling from the shock when,
without preamble, the young doctor gave his prognosis. His exact
words were, “Three to nine months,Versace Sunglasses discount, I reckon”. That he could say
this so unfeelingly amazed me. His total lack of compassion did
not encourage even the small comfort of tears. I felt as if
Brian and I had been shot and from that moment on we were
waiting to drop. Undoubtedly,discount dior sunglasses, were mortally wounded. We suffered
shock, disbelief, anger, helplessness and utter despair; in fact
all the symptoms of grief one feels when a loved one has
actually died. Once again we found ourselves with no control
over our lives. This time however, there was no light at the end
of the tunnel. Our journey through terminal illness had begun.
Throughout the course of our married life my deep love for Brian
and my determination to resolve difficulties had seen us through
many trials. I found it hard to believe that nothing could be
done to save his life and begun surfing the Internet for
information regarding mesothelioma, all the time praying for a
miracle, hoping against hope to find a doctor who had
successfully operated on or cured someone of it. It was a sad
realization to discover that for Brian there were no miracles;
however, I learned a lot and it helped me to accept that he was
dying. With my acceptance came a fierce determination to ease
his burden. I continued to seek information regarding
mesothelioma and the pain and symptoms Brian would experience,
due to the progression of his disease. In this way, I came to
understand the importance of pain management and symptom control
and realized that although I could not stop Brian from dying – I
could help him to live. My acquired knowledge regarding pain and
symptom management enabled me to communicate with Brian and to
understand the type of pain he was experiencing and the
intensity of that pain. I was then able to work hand in hand
with his doctors, to bring his pain and symptoms under control.
As my efforts resulted in his improved quality of life,replica new era caps wholesale, I lost
my sense of helplessness and gained strength. Together, we
achieved for Brian, a quality of life few thought possible,
considering the nature of his disease. Testament to this, Brian
survived for 2 years despite his prognosis of 3 to 9 months.
Remained active and alert, drove his car for eighteen months
after diagnosis and was not bed bound until three short days
prior to his death. Brian's courageous battle with mesothelioma
came to an end on the 24th December 2001; he passed away at home
surrounded by his loved ones. He was 54 years old.
About the author:
Article written by: Lorraine Kember – Author of “Lean on Me”
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