The Dark Road

I chronicled the last journey of my beloved, right until the end. And social media has a long memory. I woke up shaking on December 7 because that was the day on which he first “died”, when his heart stopped and they brought him back via some difficult CPR which left him in pain for a long time afterwards (they may have cracked ribs) and delivered him into his final two months of being alive, two months of medical hell. In those two months he would spend weeks in the ICU (at least once unconscious and intubated), undergoing two surgical procedures to clear clogged arteries, one of those procedures went bad (perforated artery…