I’ve been pretty silent on the blogosphere. I’ve reblogged a few gems from some of the smart ladies that I follow, but otherwise have not had a lot to say. Mainly because life was becoming blissfully normal and really, who wants to read about the day to day musings of a 50 year old woman? Nothing to see here folks. I had planned to blog on the one year anniversary of my sister’s death. That is coming up on July 10. Actually I planned to reblog the post I made about 10 days after she passed. It’s not like anything has changed in that regard. She is still gone and we still miss her. I was contemplating an update when I see my oncologist in July. Truthfully I don’t expect anything new to come from that visit so unless something horrifying or hilarious happened on the way to the center it would be a pretty boring entry.
What I never in my wildest imaginings expected to be blogging about is the unexpected death of my husband. On 4/29/13 we welcomed his new grandson in Texas. On 6/1/13 we celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary with a trip to the coast that included eating lobster and looking for “treasure” in flea markets and antique shops. I looked for things to sell in my ebay business. He looked for vinyl and other collectibles that he could display in his “man cave”. On 6/5/13 I spent the day setting up a charity lawn sale and when we both arrived home at the same time I told him I was too tired to cook and asked him to pick up sandwiches. He did and we had a quiet evening. He called a close friend and talked for a time, then called his son. About an hour and a half earlier than he normally went to bed, he announced he was “freezing” and was visibly shivering. I felt his forehead.. no fever. He was not sweating. He had no other symptoms. We both went to bed and slept normally. The next morning we were planning to visit our daughter in law before she flew home (she’d been here for a funeral) so he had the day off. We both slept a little later than normal. When I got up he was in his recliner under two blankets. I asked he if was still cold and he said no, just achy and really tired. While I made coffee he got the paper. He didn’t touch his coffee or the paper and at one point just got up and went back to the bedroom. I asked if he’d gone back to bed and he said “for just a bit”. I checked once, he was on his side facing the wall. Fifteen minutes later I heard what I thought was loud snoring and went in. He was now flat on his back. I could not rouse him. I could not move him. He appeared to be choking so I called 911. While on the phone, he stopped breathing. He was gone. Just like that. The EMTs were there in minutes and worked for over 45 minutes. On 6/6/13 @ 8:26 a.m. my life changed forever.
Within hours my house was full of family. My kids stayed with me for more than 2 weeks (leaving in stages). I had some wonderful quality time with the new baby. I hated to see them all go, but my new reality involves living alone and doing for myself. I would love to hide under the covers or sit back helplessly and let others do for me, but that just prolongs the inevitable.
On the practical side there are decisions to be made, bills to pay, I had to buy health insurance for the first time in my adult life as we were always covered under his work plan (thank God I’m through with the expensive part of cancer treatment). I’m looking for work because even though my small business is making money, working alone is very isolating.
I guess I do have plenty to say after all. Huh, who knew? Those of you who followed my journey through breast cancer are invited to follow my new journey through early widowhood. I promise it won’t be all doom and gloom. As is typical in our family there have been some hilarious moments that have you laughing/crying at the same time.
Remind me to tell you about the financial institution that had me convinced someone had stolen my husband’s identity, had named names and was insisting I file a police report. Only to find out it was their mistake after all (which I had been telling them for 2 days). That’s a long story for another day.
They say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle. He can stop any time now. I’m not the bad ass He makes me out to be.
In spite of it all, I remain mainelyhopeful.