I served as his advocate and was respected by the medical staff in that role. His mental capacity was compromised and he had trouble speaking on and off during his hospitalization. When he was lucid and could communicate well, he had many things he felt strongly about telling me. He was extremely focused on his work, he made sure his clients had been taken care of. He repeatedly told me about financial stuff like passwords and when bills were due that he handled. Even when he was delirious or sleepy, he insisted on holding his phone and having his blue tooth in his ear - during the nights I would wake up to him talking away as if he was conducting business.
It was clear to the family that in the last days he was asking for our help, asking to be let go. Things had deteriorated so significantly that much of his day was spent undergoing care that was painful and intrusive and not creating any gains. We were all in agreement about stopping treatment and the staff handled the end very well with great respect and consideration. He knew we were all there and the last word he said was "love".
The entire family retreated to our house to sleep. In the morning we started making lists of things that needed to be done - divided it up and got to work. We are a family of "doers". Each of us in our own state of shock/grief/bewilderment we set about our tasks. As the day went on, it became clear that there was a big problem. I knew that I would not be able to afford the big house we had just rented, but the financial situation was significantly more dire than I had ever imagined.
He would be very angry that I am even revealing this to others, but I think it is very important not to gloss over things - not just because this is the grim reality of my life now, but because it should serve as a warning. I am not one of those old fashioned women who left everything up to my spouse. I knew we had tax debt because I signed the taxes and payment plans every year. I argued with him about his refusal to pay his quarterly estimated taxes as a self employed person. He always argued back that if he had bad months back to back he might not be able to pay the rent or his bills to keep his practice going. I know he lived in constant stress about his business month to month.
Going through the finances, notifying creditors of his death, determining what accounts had to be paid or closed was significantly aided by the fact that he had created a comprehensive list with all his accounts and passwords. What going through that revealed was gut wrenching. Long story short (sorry, I guess this is not so short) he had massive consumer debt in his name that I did not know about and he had gotten behind on the tax payment plans and the IRS was after us. Big time.
I feel such pain knowing how worried he was all during his illness, he knew this hammer was out there and if he didn't survive it was going to come down on me.
On the other hand - REALLY? Keeping all this from me for years? Not being honest? Pretending like we could actually purchase a house again? Agreeing I could retire?
This reveal was only the beginning - much more to follow.
