She regressed rapidly beginning at Thanksgiving and by the time Jan 1st arrived to travel to Mexico for a last chance treatment, I had to carry her in my arms.
It was a major challenge to get back to San Diego for a return flight home (Dayton, OH). The SD Police took us from the Intl Line direct to a local hospital where an ER doctor told me she may not make it home. Even boarding the return flight, it took an extra hour as I "debated" with the pilot who did not want someone so sick to fly his airplane.
After waiting for everyone to depart, a wheelchair was brought to assist her. Shockingly, her seat was filled with blood and I still recall two stewardesses crying uncontrollably at the sight.
An ambulance was waiting on the tarmac and took her to a hospital. On the way she lapsed into a coma and died 5 days later on Jan 15 - never had a chance say our good-byes continues to haunt me.
So these holidays are still very, very tough to get through...and kind words from people like you two helps more than words can ever express.
Not sure why I rambled on with my story...so please forgive me if I crossed the line.
Susan, after we moved to Hollywood on a day up in the H-Hills....
