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Moving Forward

I rarely write about good things happening in my life. It’s not that they don’t happen, but they are typically what some would call “small.” For instance, I go to the gym and I consider it successful if I’m able to not only use all the machines I want to, but to slightly increase the weight or reps I do. Or I have a productive day at work with little drama AND I reach 10,000 steps on the same day. Or I get to spend quality time with my little family and it doesn’t end in anyone arguing.

Those are my “good things.” But as of this past week, I feel like my bucket runneth over! After over a year of not working and having both mental and physical tests conducted and paperwork filled out by the truckload, my husband was granted disability by the Social Security Administration due to his declining health. It’s a weird thing to get “congratulations” from people about it, yet it was the perfect thing to say! I might not need to sell my blood plasma anymore. Wal might not need to go to the food bank each week. I say “might” because bills still need to be paid and budgets worked out, but all in all we’ll be in a better place than we’ve been. Well…financially it’ll be a better place. And honestly, mentally my husband is in a MUCH better place. He’s feeling like he’s contributing to the family and not being a burden. It’s not that he was a burden but…it’s hard. There are days I come home and I just want to burn it down because there are dishes in the sink, poop in the cat box, mail in the mailbox and nothing for dinner. I’m tired and sometimes cranky, but I try to shut it down and just putter around the house and clean up the messes. Typically I know that if that’s what I’m looking at when I come home, then Wal had a bad day—either a lot of pain due to diabetes and neuropathy, or little energy because his heart is not pumping the way it should, or he’s horribly depressed because of his health situation. So I dig deep to find that empathy inside me and tend to whatever he might need.

As I said in my last post, my son will be attending a local university, the University of Maine in Orono. We made his confirmation and housing deposit on the day we found out about Wally’s disability. It’s time to get the kid ready to fly the coop and get his parents ready to live in an empty nest.

With two of our major life-changing events finally beginning, I feel like I am able work on me again. I really, really want to run or walk a marathon. I don’t think running one is really in the cards for me, so I’m starting to research both the walk/run method, and the power walking method. I want a physical goal to train for again. I want to feel particularly strong and proud of myself again. I mean…I’d love to lose 10 pounds in there, too, but Jesus, that also doesn’t seem to be in the cards! Being physically fit and healthy is what the goal should really be, right?

Sure. Yup. Right.

Anywho! I went out today and took a 4-mile walk with one little bout of running—only because it was snowing so hard into my face that it was painful. Although it was snowing, then blowing, then raining and finally ending with sleeting, I managed to mostly enjoy my walk. No dogs came out to try and attack me (that was two weeks ago), very few cars, just me and a bunch of birds that sounded particularly pissed off about the snow. I might be projecting, but they really did sound angry.

I got home, my hair partially frozen, my coat, hat, mittens and hoodie all soaked. And I felt…fantastic. Proud. Happy.

I’m enjoying days like this since they seem to be few and far between. Who knows, maybe there’ll be more days like this in the future.

I hope you’ve enjoyed your day, friends. With everything the world is facing right now, let’s keep putting one foot in front of the other, ok? ❤

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Trying to Look Ahead…and Failing

Hi friends.

I am struggling.

There is no other way to say it.

I am trying to look to the future to give me some positive vibes. I know I have a lot to look forward to this year–a trip to Belize with four of my best girlfriends, touring colleges in Washington, D.C. while also visiting another one of my favorite humans, watching and preparing my son to apply for colleges all around the northeast. This should be an exciting time.

But while I am at home I feel…stuck? Unmotivated? Sad? Living with and loving someone who has a chronic illness and will eventually die from that illness, is incredibly difficult. There is so much anger to go around–from myself, from my son, and sometimes from my husband. Watching my husband shuffle when he walks, take naps every day because he doesn’t have the energy to do much, and come to terms with the fact that there is only so much he can now do to fix his health is heartbreaking–and honestly rage-inducing.

Here’s the thing: I want my husband to try and enjoy whatever life he has left. Hopefully that will still be 8 or 9 years, but at this rate, I doubt that figure. I know that for him, enjoying his life means he’ll watch films he loves, spend time with our little family, listen to a variety of music, and dream about winter camping. Little things bring him contentment. But to enjoy this life, it also means that he’ll eat basically whatever he wants. And in doing so, his diabetes is not under control and his congestive heart failure symptoms have increased.

This is the part that frustrates me to the nth degree.

Living our lives, no matter how we live them, brings consequences to not just ourselves, but those around you.

I am relying on my partner for not only emotional support but for financial support. And with the many days of work missed and a few unpaid hospital bills, it has created a tremendous stressor in our household.

Our son, a junior in high school, has begun applying for scholarships for college. I set him on this path because every school he’s interested in is out of state and all have hefty price tags. But now he’s become obsessed with applying for the big scholarships, the ones with full tuition that are so dang hard to come by. And I know that that is my fault. I honestly do not know how we will help pay for his schooling.

Currently my son’s main goal after college is to make sure he has a job that can pay his bills. He wants to love what he does but right now that does not seem to be his main concern. He has watched us struggle financially his entire life due to bouts of unemployment, short-term disability, or my choice of career that has never paid what I’m worth. And now that he is on the cusp of adulthood, he will do whatever he can to not live that life.

I am frustrated, scared, and just so unsure of what our future is. I tried to start a vision board for this year. I had ideas a few days ago and now I just feel lost. The one thing I wrote on it was about making and feeding my son healthy meals. Do you know why I wrote that? Because he asked me to feed him well so he could concentrate on his studies, work, applying for scholarships, and to start exercising again. 

Recently I was doing laundry and I told him I would do his laundry for him, too. But later that weekend, I fell in some kind of awful dark place. and I didn’t do the laundry. A few days later he called me while I was at work and asked where his work pants were. That’s when I realized they were still in the hamper because I just couldn’t function that weekend. So? I told him the truth. I said I had a depressed episode (I don’t really know what to call it, but that sounded accurate) and I didn’t do the laundry. Do you know what he said? He said, “Ah. Ok, I get it. That’s fair. I will just wear dirty pants to work. Love you, Mom!”

I love this child with every cell of my being.

Just a month ago I would have turned to running to help with all of these feelings. But I just don’t have it in me to do that right now. I did run one day this week and took a walk on a few others, so I’m moving at least. But something has to change.

I am grateful for my work, because that has become my sanctuary. I get to be with people I care about, I get to help others, and I just feel…useful. I feel like I make a difference. I don’t always know what I should do or how to do things correctly, but thankfully I have a team of people who support me and help me find my way.

If you have ever cared for another individual during their sickness and have felt this helpless and sometimes hopeless, I’d love to hear from you. Or if you have some wise words of encouragement, I’ll take those, too.

Thank you, friends.

Hugs to you. ❤