“It’s over.”

That’s how Nora McInerny Purmort began the blog post Tuesday evening about her husband Aaron’s death.  He died of brain cancer.  The tumor was discovered in 2011. It reappeared not long before their child was born in 2013.  The Purmorts shared their story on My Husband’s Tumor 

“It ended today at 2:43pm, in the middle of a run-on sentence, my head on his heart and my arms around him in a hospital bed built for one, but perfect for the two of us.”

We’ve spent the last three years in a variety of hospital beds.

We were engaged in the light of a heart rate monitor, snuggled together just feet from his mother on the night of his first seizure. He let me sleep next to him before brain surgeries, even when I was 8 months pregnant and my belly pushed on his IV cords. Our Ralph crawled for the first time in a bed on the oncology floor, desperate to get to the laptop where we were watching The Sopranos after Aaron’s infusion. We snoozed and watched countless movies and TV shows in those little beds, which somehow never felt too small for our tall bodies.

Here’s the post: ‘It’s over’

 

As you may have heard, I had a little accident (non-flying) at South St. Paul Airport and separated a shoulder last evening. It was an opportunity to be reminded how lucky I am to live in an area served by the people of Regions Hospital ER, how privileged I am to work at MPR and have the luxury of health insurance, how valuable Twitter and Facebook can be when you’re sprawled on the pavement and can’t get up, and how old I’ve become in what seems like a relatively short period of time.

I slipped and fell on the ice. Does it get any more “old man” than that?

So I will not be posting today, partly in recognition of the fact that there’s very little you”ll want to read that can only be typed with one (index) finger.

But just so you didn’t completely waste your time visiting NewsCut today…

(h/t: Derek Schille)