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So here's the Reader's Digest version for those of you who are new to my blog.... My 39 year old husband, David, was diagnosed with a hideous and deadly cancer in
April of '08. We were told he'd likely die in less than 4 months. Obviously, that diagnosis turned us inside out and shook us to the core. At the time, our boys were 12 and 4... can you say 'fucking nightmare'??? I spent the next 14 months being his 24/7 caregiver and advocate... never leaving his side unless it was to get the boys to or from therapy or their cancer support groups. Cancer and the hell that it brings became our universe. And yet, I was able to get myself to a place where I was depending on my faith.... existing on a plane of pure gratitude. I focused my energies on recognizing the blessings that cancer had brought to our lives... yes, there ARE blessings that come with such a dire diagnosis.
Things were good. David miraculously entered remission in April of '09. I was looking forward to the next few months being our 'summer of healing' as a family. And then my world stopped. He left me... left US... on 6 June 2009. And FYI... he told me he was ending our 18 year marriage in a note. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had left me for a 'friend' who also happened to be married. Nice. The next few months are a blur... I descended into a deep, dark depression, and David's vicious treatment of me didn't help. He was running as fast as he could from everything associated with cancer, and that included me... our family, our home and the entire life we had built together. Things went from bad to worse when his cancer returned with a vengeance. He began treatment once again, and I had to dig deep to help him and make things as easy on him as possible. I even offered to have him move home so I could care for him through his treatment. As it turns out, it was a good thing he didn't take me up on that. The hateful way that he treated me during that time would have made caregiving for him an unbearable situation. I KNEW he was dying... nobody else did, because he fed them all kinds of bullshit... but I knew. Because of that, I focused on the boys and made sure they were with their daddy as much as possible.
His final months were a living nightmare... a kind of pain and darkness for which there are no words. No human being, no matter who they are or how they lived their lives, should have to suffer the horrific pain and endless indignities that David did. In spite of everything, I was with him constantly, much to the chagrin of his girlfriend and his mother. 'Too fuckin bad' was my theory. I wanted my boys to see that I NEVER turned my back on their dad. And I didn't. I continued to advocate for him in the hospital... fighting to get him the meds and the specialists he needed. I was there during his final moments of consciousness. I took Reilly to say goodbye to his dad, just before he slipped into that state. I was there when he died. I ID'd his body at the funeral home. I planned his funeral and his Celebration of Life. I placed his ashes in the wall of the Columbarium at the Naval Academy. We had spent half of our lives together, and though I was no longer in love with him, I did those things out of respect for the life that we shared and the family that we created.
The 6 months since he died have brought more changes. I struggle daily to untangle the financial disaster he left me, and I'm fighting like hell to keep our home. The boys are now 15 and 7 and trying to learn how to move forward in their lives without their daddy. I had to get a part-time job after spending 15 years as a full-time mother, and I'm doing everything I can to trim the fat so we can afford to stay where we are. My boys NEED the stability and comfort that come with remaining in our home and community, and staying in their schools. To that end, I will fight with every fiber of my soul to ensure that those things happen.
My greatest blessing is that I now have an incredible man in my life... a man who is thoughtful and loving, strong and sensitive, hilariously funny, and who loves me just the way I am. He is authentic. He knows who he is and is completely comfortable in his own skin. It certainly doesn't hurt that he's 11 years younger than I am and sexy as hell. :0)
Yes, my boys are struggling in many ways... the therapy and support groups continue... and I still have MUCHO 'death business' to handle. That said, I am starting to believe that there might be a happy future ahead... for all of us.
The past almost 3 years have been quite an emotional roller coaster, to say the least. Writing has been the most important part of my day, every day, since this journey began. I am once again being put in a position where I have to learn to survive... spiritually, emotionally, physically, financially... you get the picture. My hope is that I can hold on to my faith, find a moment of joy in every day, be the best mother I can possibly be, and hopefully... one day... emerge back into the light.
December 2010

26 May 2011

MY HERO!!!!!!

Yes.... Froggy is my hero. :0) Woke up this morning to a drastically cleaner pool... and that was only letting the filter run for about 2 hours. Normally, I'd just let it run all night, but the water is SO nasty that I knew the pressure build-up would be too much. He raced home from work today and was back at it again. What would I do without him????? And guess what else he got working... the ExerSwim machine that David was given as a gift and used only once. They retail for 3700 bucks!!!!! I hope to hell I can sell that bad boy on Craigslist for mucho dinero!!!
It's 100 degrees & humid out, & he's cleaning the filter. It's supposed to be WHITE!!! Eew. 

At the moment, he's on a mad tear to find a couple of replacement parts for the filter... plugs, etc. And that's after leaving for work at 4:30 a.m.! I'm telling you, this guy's a keeper. I tried to help a little bit this afternoon, but it's so miserable outside that I didn't last long. The only way I can bear to be in that heat and humidity is to be IN the pool. Soon.... I'm hoping very, very soon!

Chloe was back at it today... that is a seriously goofy-ass water dog. She loves to swim so much. Watching her jump in after that ball is absolutely hilarious.
Goober dog.

I'm glad the kids aren't bothered by the heat all that much. They're riding bikes now, but earlier they were with us by the pool. Look at my cute guy...
Cute lil nerd bird.
He's aching to get in the pool!. Hmmm... think I need to do some weeding out there? Shit.

That's it for now... time to get dinner happening. I hope wherever you are, you're not boiling your balls off like the poor slobs in Northern Virginia!

xoxo
S
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  1. Nicole MasonFriday, May 27, 2011 1:07:00 AM

    I am still getting caught up! I hope things have settled in with the kids in bed situation. As someone who married into kids, didn't have to personally deal with that situation. I know many who have it is not a good place to be. So hard to get them back to their own beds after that!



    As it is, I have a 23 year old BU graduate who has been living with me for 23 years.. He pPobably makes more money than I do - well he certainly saves more as he doesn't spend any living with us...... It is time to move out!!! Arragh!! See, always a struggle..... I can see how this blog thing could be cathartic.



    Not sure if you keep with my sister via FB. Miss Krista is doing well and LOVING motherhood. I think she has suprised herself :-) She is going to quit her job and start her own business. I am so excited for her! I am not sure I would have the guts to do that. Besides, my husband is self employed and one variable income is about all I can handle... I am so happy it is a long weekend. Needing to clean the house and veg a bit.


    Good luck with Cujo!

    xoxo

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