Post by obobfla on Feb 20, 2017 22:27:14 GMT -5
My wife finally got out of the hospital after two weeks of tests. More tests are to follow, including a biopsy of her breast for cancer. After that, heart surgery may be a possibility. She has a long, scary road ahead of her.
I finally sat down with her Sunday for a big talk - not about divorce, but the possible end of her life. I said her time on earth might end soon, as it would end for all of us. Did she have anything on her "bucket list"? Was there anything she wanted to do? Anywhere she would like to travel?
She didn't know.
I explained that I've thought about my own demise. I take time out for myself, such as taking day and weekend trips by myself. Two years ago, I went to a top of a mountain. It was only Brasstown Bald in Georgia, but that was impressive enough for a Florida flatlander like me. I enjoyed a drive through the Great Smoky Mountains. I also planned to write more poetry and do more art. She mentioned she wanted to do both of those too. I told her if nothing else, I would take her to a cat cafe to enjoy being around an army of cats.
My wife has been needlessly scared of many things, including sex. This fear has robbed her of so many things in life that she could experience and put more stress on me. I have been both sad for her and mad at her for it. Now she is facing something worse than she has feared.
As for me and my son, we are getting by but understandably worried. Sure, I wanted to get out of this marriage to end, but not by becoming a widower! I've already had to take her to the hospital three times in the last six months. I wonder if I will wake up and find her passed away. This whole thing scares me.
But it is her life. I will help her live it as much as possible. I will also live mine. I am a 56-year-old who drives an Interstate that kills more people than alligators, snakes, and sharks combined. None of us know.
I can't leave my wife right now, as much as I want to sometimes. She gave me a son and needs my help to either beat this or enjoy what she has left. But I do intend to enjoy my life as well.
I finally sat down with her Sunday for a big talk - not about divorce, but the possible end of her life. I said her time on earth might end soon, as it would end for all of us. Did she have anything on her "bucket list"? Was there anything she wanted to do? Anywhere she would like to travel?
She didn't know.
I explained that I've thought about my own demise. I take time out for myself, such as taking day and weekend trips by myself. Two years ago, I went to a top of a mountain. It was only Brasstown Bald in Georgia, but that was impressive enough for a Florida flatlander like me. I enjoyed a drive through the Great Smoky Mountains. I also planned to write more poetry and do more art. She mentioned she wanted to do both of those too. I told her if nothing else, I would take her to a cat cafe to enjoy being around an army of cats.
My wife has been needlessly scared of many things, including sex. This fear has robbed her of so many things in life that she could experience and put more stress on me. I have been both sad for her and mad at her for it. Now she is facing something worse than she has feared.
As for me and my son, we are getting by but understandably worried. Sure, I wanted to get out of this marriage to end, but not by becoming a widower! I've already had to take her to the hospital three times in the last six months. I wonder if I will wake up and find her passed away. This whole thing scares me.
But it is her life. I will help her live it as much as possible. I will also live mine. I am a 56-year-old who drives an Interstate that kills more people than alligators, snakes, and sharks combined. None of us know.
I can't leave my wife right now, as much as I want to sometimes. She gave me a son and needs my help to either beat this or enjoy what she has left. But I do intend to enjoy my life as well.
