The summer and fall and early winter of 2018 were very bad for me. My beloved husband, Bob, lost his battle with COPD. After spending 3 months in hospice, he passed away on July 12, 2018. I had been his only caretaker for over a year, and miss him deeply. We were married 19 years, 5 days. He did not know our last anniversary.
At this very same time I had been suffering from an arthritic hip and had gone from walking, to using a cane, to using a walker. Hip replacement surgery was finally scheduled for me on the Thursday after Labor Day in September. However, on that Tuesday, just 2 days before my surgery, I ended up in the ER/hospital with a massive pulmonary embolism in both lungs. I survived. My hip surgery was postponed until mid December. It was a very long painful wait. My life was on hold. Life held no hope or interest for me. Bob lost his life, but I felt lost too.
However, December rolled around regardless, and my surgery was very successful. Recovery, physical therapy, and time have rendered me pain free and back to mostly normal activities. A year later I have been declared "better than new" by the orthopedic surgeon, and will just need a check up once every 4 years.
2019 was a time of healing for me, physically, mentally, and emotionally. Adjusting to widowhood was difficult. Being alone and not physically up to snuff took a toll. A lot of lingering health issues have been dealt with and were recovered from. And now, as I write this, in May of 2020, I am finally starting to feel like my old (I use that word carefully these days!) self again.
But I also write as an encouragement to all who read this. Life can get very hard sometimes, and can seem hopeless and dark. But people are very resilient, we bounce back. I learned it's ok to grieve, it's ok to be depressed, it's ok to sleep til noon if you have no reason to get up. You don't have to move on at anyone's pace except your own. But the important thing is to ... move on. Get help, whichever kind of help you need. Meditate. Pray. Get counseling if you need it. Reach out, be with family and friends. Just because you're alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely. Get a dog! I did. Nova is a rescue dog, brought up from a domestic violence situation in Alabama and surrendered to the Humane Society in Milwaukee. Diamond Dog Rescue got her from there and put her in a foster home for rehab before putting her up for adoption. I was the lucky person to adopt her, because, just maybe she is rescuing me as much as I rescued her. She fills my heart again, and life is so much better with her in it.
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Nova and me |