When you hit a certain age and level of responsibility you can. When my s-i-l died I was the one that held it all together until everything that had to be done was done; when my brother smashed his ankle and required emergency surgery and months of rehab I did what had to be done; when my husband was diagnosed with leukemia last year, then had a boatload of complications to treatment including kidney failure and a stroke, sprinkled with influenza,pneumonia and covid, I held it together until each crisis was over. THEN I allowed myself to fall apart for a few minutes. Hubby is in remission, we’re currently living with my brother – who still falls apart when he thinks of his late wife – and I have to take my husband to 3 x weekly dialysis an 2 x weekly oncologist appointments, not to mention monthly week long chemo treatments. I still have to hold it together for the most part. I dread what’s going to happen in the future bit for now, I muddle through, holding it together.
You want negativity? My husband is battling leukemia and chemo induced kidney failure and might not make it to his birthday in 3 weeks. This is 10 years after his first big health crisis. Excellent Kevin Smith reference, BTW. Happy birthday.
The new graphic novel edition has sections left out of the original, at her father’s request, dealing with her sexuality and other embarrassing to the family things.
I wound up getting one of those multi-cord chargers so now I can charge my iPad mini (lightning), my phone (USB-C), and husband’s phone (micro-mini) with the same cord. I had to label each one so my husband knew which to plug in his.
When you hit a certain age and level of responsibility you can. When my s-i-l died I was the one that held it all together until everything that had to be done was done; when my brother smashed his ankle and required emergency surgery and months of rehab I did what had to be done; when my husband was diagnosed with leukemia last year, then had a boatload of complications to treatment including kidney failure and a stroke, sprinkled with influenza,pneumonia and covid, I held it together until each crisis was over. THEN I allowed myself to fall apart for a few minutes. Hubby is in remission, we’re currently living with my brother – who still falls apart when he thinks of his late wife – and I have to take my husband to 3 x weekly dialysis an 2 x weekly oncologist appointments, not to mention monthly week long chemo treatments. I still have to hold it together for the most part. I dread what’s going to happen in the future bit for now, I muddle through, holding it together.