Friday, September 20, 2013

Love is a four letter word

How do you say goodbye to someone you love, whom you have spent over three decades with?  How do you watch them waste away?  How do you say goodbye?  Why do you have to?  I do not think I can do it.  I do not want to say goodbye.  I am so angry at everyone and everything.  With God for not helping, with him for being sick, with myself because I cannot do anything...

July the month from Hell

July was the month from hell.  Thanks to a cocktail of steroids and antibiotics my husband's prostate swelled up and he could not void completely,  What happened next put him in the hospital for three weeks with uncontrollable bleeding.  He had three procedures, two with general anesthesia. The first one only made the bleeding worse and almost killed him.  The other two helped some.  He had a Foley in for two months.  He was not a happy camper.

We had three cats and a dog when this started.  I stayed with my husband for the first week, giving Rosie, our terrier, to our son to keep.  He also fed the cats who stayed at home.  I commuted the last two weeks.  Our Rosie who we had for thirteen years, died the evening my husband got home from the hospital.  She had an aorta rupture.

This was devastating to both of us.  I blame myself for missing any signs of heart disease.  She was to the vet in November 2012 and nothing was noticed.  She was my constant companion.  We traveled extensively for two years and she was always with me in the car going to Florida or to Pennsylvania.  She loved car rides and rest areas.  Life without her is hard.

My husband feels he is to blame since he was in the hospital for so long and I was not with her much.  To make matters worse our female cat got sick with hepatitis.  She almost died.  We had to put in a feeding tube to keep her alive.  She was close to Rosie too.  She was grieving which made her sick.  She is on the mend now with feeding tube out..  

Cancer affects everyone in one way or another, humans and pets!

This hospital visit brought my husbands mortality front and center.  It hit me that I will lose him soon.