I actually started this blog back in July of 2012, but my life has changed drastically since then. Usually I start these things by saying that my name is Alyssa Cundy. I am married Landon Cundy who is the most amazing man I have ever met and we have been married for 5 1/2 years. We have a little dog named Tank that is the most spoiled puppy ever.
That was pretty much my standard in any "describe yourself" section. But on Monday, January 14th, my world was turned upside down. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I told Landon that I would get off work at 4:30pm, but got busy and ended up leaving an hour later. I called him as I was leaving, like I did everyday, and I remember our exact conversation.
A: "Hey baby what are you doing?"
L: "Just bull-shittin' with Brian, what are you doing?"
A: "Oh really? Just leaving work. Well, I'm going to make dinner so what time will you be home?"
L: "Oh...I don't know. (Long pause). Let's say 7 to be safe."
A: "Ok. I love you."
L: "I love you, too."
And those were the last words that I spoke to my best friend.
Backing up to a couple weeks prior to January 14th, Landon was struggling big time with depression and anxiety. It was always bad in the winter. This time he was especially low and thought that maybe his job may be a factor. He put 110% into his work, which resulted in him basically living there. He was great at what he did. He worked with at-risk youth and loved those kids. But I agreed, maybe it was too much for him. So on December 14th, Landon resigned from his job. In the meantime, he had been looking for jobs, but felt so depressed and down that he had talked to both his mom and me about how he didn't know if he could ever work again. I have never seen Landon cry so much as he did during that time. He did not feel good. He went to his doctor to see if he should take a different anti-depressant, and went to a new doctor who tested his blood and found that he was low in vitamin D, testosterone, and he was having thyroid issues. He was prescribed the necessary drugs and started taking them, along with his other medicines from his doctor. We were hoping that all of these things would help, but knew it would take time for them to kick in. We tried to be optimistic, although I could see that Landon felt it was a lost cause. He felt like he would feel like that forever.
Landon struggled from 18-22 with a drug addiction. During our marriage he also started struggling with alcohol. At this point, he was drug-free for almost 7 years, and alcohol-free for almost 2 years. He did relapse with alcohol in January, but with an intervention from his parents and I he started taking his antibuse again. He had begged me a few days later to just let him drink. It would make his anxiety not as intense, he told me. I just couldn't say yes. I told him it's his choice and it's his body, but that I could not go through that again. So he didn't...
Back to January 14th. When Landon told me he was with Brian my heart dropped to my stomach and I was already in a panic. Brian is one of Landon's high school friends that is known for still being in trouble and not someone that I would want my recovering addict husband hanging out with. He had hung out with him once before about a week prior, and although I voiced my concerns, I didn't want to be too critical because at least he was being honest with me. He could lie and tell me he was somewhere else, so I was just satisfied with knowing he was telling the truth.
When I got home I made one of Landon's favorites - chicken tacos. I was trying not to be a nervous wreck and trying to remain calm so that when he got home I didn't explode at the fact that he was with Brian. 7:00 came and went and I really started to panic. By 7:35 I started texted him one of our signature "where are you" texts - "are you lost?". No response. At 7:45 I texted "Honey sorry I'm annoying but I'm worried. Please call me back". Still no response. I called him frantically twice, the second time leaving him a message. I didn't remember it at the time, but I listened to it a few days later. I actually said in my message that I was worried that he had overdosed.
My mother-in-law Judy is friends with Brian's mom, so I called her to see if she could call his mom and track Brian down, then maybe I could find Landon. Judy was up at my sister-in-laws in Woods Cross, but she said that she would call Brian's mom and find out what she knows. She called me back saying that Brian was going to be at her house soon picking up his son and she would let Judy know anything as soon as she found out.
We both started panicking as I told Judy how much money was in our account and that I didn't want to lose everything to drugs. She said she would go to the bank with me in the morning to withdraw our savings. We were both just frantic about what could have happened. We were going through all of the "what ifs". Judy thought if we had just had a baby. It wasn't until then that I broke the news to her that we had been trying since July. What if we had just seen the signs? He didn't seem right at Judy's birthday dinner the Friday before. So many questions we had, all the while being worried sick.
I hung up with Judy and just paced back and forth. About ten minutes later I got a phone call from a number I didn't know. I answered:
"Hello. Umm..are you married?"
"What is your husband's name?"
"Ok, this is Mountain View Hospital. Your husband is here. We need you to come as quickly as you can. Drive safe. Oh, and he does have a heartbeat"
I then talked to the lady on the phone panicking because I didn't know how to get there. As she's trying to keep me calm, I tell her I will just pick up my father-in-law and he can show me where to go. I hang up and immediately call Judy. She doesn't answer. I call their house phone to talk to Fred (my father-in-law). No answer. I jump in my car and race to Fred and Judy's house. I finally get a hold of Judy on my way. I tell her what the lady from the hospital said and she said that she is already on her way. I pick up Fred and we rush to the hospital, which is about 10 minutes away.
Fred and I go in and wait for a doctor to come and talk to us. I honestly don't remember a word he said. I felt like I was going to throw up. He said that we can go back and see him soon. Judy finally got there and we were still waiting in the same place. Finally they let us back to see my Landon. He is laying there with two nurses physically giving him air through his throat with some sort of plastic balloon-type thing. I can see his chest moving up and down, but no response. They just keep pumping air - in and out. Over and over.
A police officer came in the room and asked to speak to me. I go with him to the waiting area I was at before, and he pulls out a plastic baggy. It has balloons of heroin it in. He asked me if Landon injected the drug in the past, and I told him absolutely not. Landon was terrified of needles. He had always smoked it. The officer then told me that it is extremely rare to overdose when you smoke heroin (we later found out from the autopsy that Landon had several clogged arteries to the heart, which was a huge factor in having a heart attack). This was news to me, because Landon had overdosed once before we had ever met. He asked me a few more questions before handing me Landon's wallet, watch, and keys and then told me he would be in touch.
When they thought he was stable enough to do so, they moved Landon to the Critical Care Unit. It took them over 2 hours before they came back and told us that we could go see him. By this time Landon's brother, sister and her husband had come to the hospital. Longest 2 hours of my entire life. They finally said he was all hooked up to his machines and that we could go in and see him. I never want to see someone like that again. Tubes and IV's everywhere with a big breathing tube going down his throat and the device taped to his face.
That day was the worst day of my life. The doctor had told us that we couldn't know much until after the first 48 hours, so we just had to wait. None of us slept at all that night. Finally morning came and a new doctor came in to talk to us. With very little emotion he tells us that his brain was without oxygen for too long and that we need to plan to say our goodbyes. We were so confused! The doctor the night before told us we would know very little until after the first 48 hours, and now this doctor is telling us that this is it. He told us to be thinking about if we wanted go ahead and pull life support and to let him know our decision. HELL NO we all said. We wanted to wait to see if there would be any improvements. My Landon is strong. We needed to give him a chance to fight.
Landon showed no signs of brain activity. Nurses would come in and pinch his fingernails, sharply run their nails across his feet, and stick a long tube down his throat to see if he would cough. No response.
By Tuesday night we had little hope, but still hope nonetheless. Dr. Al came in and started talking to us in his very thick accent. We didn't understand much, but we all heard him loud and clear when he told us that Landon was breathing on his own. We all started yelling and crying and looking at Landon in disbelief. We had been staring at the breathing machine all day thinking that it was taking the breaths for him. But no, Landon was assisting the machine in those breaths! It takes brain activity to breathe, and all we needed was that much good news to feel a huge sigh of relief. The doctor also told us about this process that they were doing
to heat his body back up. They had a cooling pad on him since Monday
night to keep his body temperature low so that there wouldn't be any
swelling in the brain. The doctor left and our nurse highly suggested that we go home and sleep. We were all exhausted. We made him promise that he would call with even the tiniest bit of change, and when he reassured us about fifty times we decided to go home for a few hours.
We came back in the early morning feeling so much hope and enthusiasm and just knew that Wednesday we would continue to hear more good news. I finally ate something for the first time since Monday afternoon and I was feeling nothing but hope. The nurse said the warming process for his body went smoothly and that Landon was at the temperature that they wanted him to be. That afternoon they decided to change Landon's sheets and give him a sponge bath, so we left the room while they got everything situated. When we got back in the room I immediately started to panic. Landon was completely gray and his eyes were sunken way in. He looked like death. They said it is really traumatic on the body to be moved, so that was why his coloring was the way it was. It was from then on out that his condition worsened. He started getting a fever and his heart rate was skyrocketing. They kept coming in and giving him medicine to keep his levels under control. After awhile his coloring finally went back to normal, which made me feel a lot better.
One time when Judy stepped out I asked our nurse Kari honestly what she thought about Landon. She told me that she has never seen anyone like Landon. Of course there had been several people in her care that had overdosed, but never had she seen anyone respond like Landon. She told me that it didn't look good. However, she had seen people look worse than Landon that came out of it and lead a normal life. It was all just a toss up.
That night Dr. Al came in again and talked to us about Landon's condition. This time he was not as optimistic. There were still no signs of brain activity. He said that they would do different tests in the morning on the brain and that at that point we would know more.
I stayed with Landon until 1:30 on Thursday morning. I sat there with him and played the Aaron Lewis Pandora station. Landon was a huge Aaron Lewis fan, and I was just hoping and praying that hearing some of his favorite songs would provoke some kind of movement. Finally at 1:30 Judy came in and told me to get some rest in the waiting room and she would let me know if there were any changes.
I wasn't in the waiting room for an hour before a nurse came rushing in and told me to go to Landon's room. I go there and there is a team of 4 nurses frantically working on Landon. He had stopped breathing on his own. They quickly got the machine hooked back up to where it did the breathing for him and gave him several new medicines through his IV's. We just sat there in shock again feeling so helpless. I don't remember what we asked the nurse, but to one of our questions her response was "he's trying to die". My poor Landon. I just wanted to hug him and tell him to keep fighting! Just keep fighting!! Landon's brother and dad came back to the hospital shortly after he was hooked back up to the machine and we all just sat there while reality sank in. It didn't look good. At all.
The next morning the doctor told us that Landon would be going for his brain tests soon. He was very skeptical in the results that we would see and wanted to warn us that it probably wouldn't be good. Not too long after he left, the doctor that had done his brain tests came in. He told us that the swelling in the brain was significant. So much swelling that he could barely get a good picture of any of the brain itself. What he did see of the brain had suffered several strokes. From what he could see, there was no activity. If we waited for the swelling to go down they could do more tests and then we could know more.
Landon's doctor came back in shortly after and started explaining more in detail what that all meant. We still had a glimmer of hope that maybe just maybe a miracle would happen.
That afternoon the doctor came back and broke the news. We had two options. We could transfer Landon to the University of Utah hospital where they could perform a surgery that would reduce the swelling so that we could get a better understanding of what we are dealing with. If (and he emphasized with great disbelief that he would even make it through) Landon survived the surgery, he may have a fighting chance to live. In a rest home. He would never be the same. Or option number two, we could let him go. Two choices I never would have thought I would ever be faced with.
When the doctor left we just sat there in silence. Landon's sister works at a doctors office and she began describing the stroke patients that she has seen. It's not pretty. They don't really live a life. Everyone started talking about how Landon wouldn't want to be like that. I just sat there in shock. I couldn't speak. Then Judy says, "Alyssa, what do you want to do? We will do whatever you want to do." I wanted to try! I wanted him to go into surgery! What if he makes it! What if there is a miracle! As hard as I'm sure it was for them, they started going through all the scenarios with me. Landon wouldn't want that. But I was selfish. This was the love of my life that we were talking about. My best friend. He was my life. My world literally revolved around this amazing kid. What would I do without him??? But it wasn't about me. It was about Landon. And so it was then that we had to tell the doctor our decision.
We sat there for a couple of hours just reminiscing about stories we had of Landon. We were laughing hysterically at the crazy and amazing things that he had done throughout his life. He was some kid, my Landon.
When we decided it was time to say goodbye we didn't want all the cords and breathing tubes and nonsense surrounding him, so we asked if we could have him look like his normal adorable self before we had to say goodbye. We left as the nurses came in the room and unplugged him from the very things that were keeping him alive. When they were ready for us to return it just broke my heart to see the nurses that were asked to take everything off of him just sobbing. None of them had been Landon's nurse and didn't know me or his family, and yet they were so affected by what they had to do. It broke my heart for them that this was even part of anyones job. I love those nurses.
We went in and it looked like my Landon was just taking a nap. He looked so peaceful and so dang cute. I just wanted to snuggle up with him and just wanted him to tell me that everything would be alright. But I just held his hand secretly hoping I would just feel him budge. But my Landon didn't budge. He was ready to go.
Landon is the best thing that ever happened to me. He wasn't perfect, but then again none of us are. But he was absolutely perfect for me. I learned so much from that amazing kid that I don't even know where to begin. In the whole 6 years that I was with him, we spent a total of 3 days apart. I saw him almost every single day for over 6 years. He was my best friend. I can count the number of times that we fought on one hand, which goes to show you just how patient Landon is. As much as I wish that he was still here, I am so grateful that I got to know him as long as I did. Every life that Landon touched was affected by him. He was so large in stature, but he had the softest, kindest heart. My aunt reminded me how adorable he was on our wedding day, bawling like a baby. That was my Landon.
I miss him so much it literally hurts sometimes. I still find myself hearing something funny or hearing some big news and I think - oh I need to hurry and text Landon! I shared everything with him, and him with me. It's been a huge adjustment to not have someone there to share those exciting things with. I miss holding his hand everywhere we went. Well, really I held his pointer finger and he held my fist. But it's the little things that I miss so much. He was my first love, my husband, my best friend, and now my angel.
My life now could not be any more different. I'm trying to make the best of it, although it is really hard sometimes. Music is my therapy. It makes me laugh, cry, and makes me know that someday I will be able to find someone to love again. It's weird to think that I'm not really married anymore. I LOVED being married. More than anything. I loved being married to Landon. Landon will always be with me, and I hope that I am making him proud by trying to live a happy life. I know it is what he would want. It brings me peace to know that he is finally happy. He doesn't have to worry about all of the temptations in this world anymore. He is not depressed. He is not anxious. He is up there watching over me and his sweet family. This I have to believe.