Loved One and Caregiver
When I met my soulmate, I could never imagine everything we’d go through, and that I’d lose him so soon.
Wayne was the smartest, most talented person I’d ever met; he taught me so much. He was also the kindest, gentlest, sweetest man with a great sense of humour. He was fiercely protective of the people he loved and always did his best to look after them. I know he still looks over us.
His first passion was photography, and he was a true artist. He could see something beautiful where most of us would see nothing special, and make an artwork out of it. His knowledge of photography was endless; he was the one people always went to for help and guidance. And he was ever patient and willing to help.
When we met, Wayne was the picture of good health. His lifestyle was also really healthy – he didn’t smoke, only had a glass of good wine or cup of coffee every now and then, ate healthy and got in a lot of exercise. He had never been overweight in his whole life. Which is why I will never understand how he developed oesophageal cancer. The only possible thing I can think of is stress, as he had a very busy IT business with a lot of pressure.
He had been feeling sick for quite a while before he got diagnosed, which hit like a bombshell. From then on it was just a blur of chemo treatments, scans and surgery. He went into remission for a little while, just long enough for us to catch our breaths, then something showed up again on one of the scans and it started all over again. This time with radiation as well.
He never ever gave up fighting, and neither did I. Through treatments and side effects and hospital visits we kept searching for new ways to try beat this illness that was keeping us from doing the many things we still wanted to do together. Right up until the very end, I didn’t think he’d not make it; I could not imagine someone so full of life could just be gone. It was a complete shock when his heart stopped beating.
Wayne, I still can’t wrap my head around the fact you’re never coming back. Your poor body could not keep bouncing back from all the setbacks; it fought so hard for so long. Just after I lost you I even thought about just giving up on life, but I know you would not want that. So instead I’m focusing on being a cancer survivor and carrying on your legacy. You will live on forever through your art.
