Orphaned

I seem to be in a lull. My wife’s last round of tests were negative for cancer activity so we get to rest for 3 months. Now that I have all this time available, my grief from losing my parents has bubbled up. Yes it’s been 4 years, but I haven’t had a whole lotta “me” time since moving here.

I am feeling very alone in the world. I have no one to call. Not that my parents ever understood my life or had much to offer, but they existed. I could call them. When life was good. When life was challenging. My heart has felt so pained by all this that I went to my doc to make sure there were no health issues. Even got an EKG as a baseline. Everything checked out fine. So I called my ex-sister-in-law last night. I told her I needed her to be the person I call now. She understood. She lost both parents too. She is only a year older. She said we will go through the rest of our lives together, sharing the aging process. It was comforting.

So I am taking care of myself, but I am still feeling overwhelmed by sadness and grief. I just never expected it because I had such a difficult relationship with my parents. They hurt me and disappointed me too many times to count. But they loved me the best they were capable of, even if it wasn’t enough for me at the time. And then I married someone just like them. She loved me but was not capable of loving me the way I needed. My current wife is everything I ever wanted and needed, and she has Stage IV lung cancer. The world works in mysterious ways.

So I don’t have a lot of “me” time because my focus is usually on my wife. And when I do, I drown in grief and sadness. Would like some joy mixed in there from time to time. I gained 50 pounds in the last 4 years. I ate my way through all the changes and stresses. My Facebook post from 4 years ago on this day was that I lost 30 pounds in that past year eating healthy and exercising. It is time for me to drop this weight yet again. Eating through stress is not helpful. Gotta get back to meditation. I am starting by going on my treadmill each evening after I get home from work. It actually cheers me up. I will take it slow like I did the last time, although I think this time will be even slower with the desk job and the post-menopausal metabolism. Slow and steady wins the waistline.

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Falling Apart

My neighbor died. The nation died. The heaviness of the sadness in me is never-ending. Drowning in internal tears. Pema Chodron’s When Things Fall Apart would be perfect for me to reread right now. The inmates are running the asylum.

I am not surprised our country is filled with racist, sexist and homophobic people. Just because we have been gaining our rights and freedoms in the past few years does not mean all those other people died, moved to Canada or had a sudden awakening of heart. It just meant they went underground to plan on how to get their world back. Their world is still slipping away. Their time is still passing. But they are going to stick it to us before they are forced to go. One either rises up from the muck or falls back down. One must rise up on one’s own, not by standing on the shoulders of others by oppressing them, hating them, or using them. They would like to drag us back down into the muck with them.

I have run out of uplifting, pithy sayings. I mourn for this country. I mourn for us all. Hatred is not a good environment for anyone, regardless of how you voted. This whole atmosphere breaks my heart on a daily basis. How humans can treat humans the way we do is just so demoralizing. The Dali Lama says we are all the same. We are all human beings. Hating another human being is like hating yourself. We all hurt. We all fear.

I do not know how to heal this country. The hatred and divisiveness have been here forever. Racism, sexism and homophobia do not ever go away. People bury it behind smiling faces. I surrender, Universe, G-d, whatever you call yourself. This world has lost its way. The grand experiment has failed. Those Four Horsemen must be cinching up their saddles. The Phoenix is at the spa getting its feathers fluffed.

My neighbor’s smiling face and laughter have been in my mind since she died last week.  I miss her.

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Like a Phoenix we will rise from the ashes of despair. And soar.

Tomorrow Is Another Day, Really?

In the midst of all my processing about death as far as my family is concerned, I am still the caregiver for my wife, and her Stage IV Lung Cancer. Her brain has been zapped with radiation 30 times in the past 6 years. That’s 30 individual zaps to 30 specific brain lesions. That, in addition to the radiation they threw at her chest 3 years ago, leaves her very fatigued and a little fuzzy in the brain department. So she usually asks me to help her with big things. Like last night.

We went to the car dealership so she could lease a new car. Her car is 10 years old and not really suited for New England winters. She settled on a Subaru Forester. We got them to give her everything she wanted in the monthly payment range she wanted. I hate car places. You can’t just walk in and buy a car like you would buy a dress off the rack. All that dickering is such BS. But this place didn’t do that, which was a huge relief.

Anyway, we get to the part where they are telling us what will happen in the three years when the lease is up. The great deal she will be able to get for the next car she will lease, etc. And I am sitting there thinking, three years is a long way aways. I am thinking that with a lease, I can just return the car after she dies. I don’t have to deal with loan payments, etc. Really awful, dark thoughts. I hate those thoughts. I did not share them, but I know she was thinking the same things.

How many more tomorrows? I know, in reality, any of us can be hit by a bus, get a massive heart attack, etc. But we get to live blissfully in denial. When the Sword of Damocles, that would be the cancer, is dangling over your head, there is no blissful denial. There is only this moment. That’s all you got. That’s all you can be sure of. And you better make the most of that moment.

So she will pick up the new car this week and drive it blissfully south to visit her 5-month-old grandson. And I am very happy it will be in the new, all-wheel-drive Subaru, with the best safety rating. Tagrisso (daily chemo pill) plus Subaru equals more time, more bliss.

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The Spirit In The Sky

I was away for the weekend and the evening’s entertainment was a medium, a person who talks to the departed. This woman was the real thing. She didn’t talk to anyone, didn’t ask any questions of anyone in the audience. She simply started talking and people would raise their hands when it sounded like Uncle Ralph or Grandma Shirley. We were told to only say yes, no or maybe in response to whatever she said. Not to give any further info. I was the second to last person of the evening to get attention. I was beginning to think no one would show up. But she perfectly described my parents. Even said my recently deceased brother was with my mother, which made sense since they are two peas in a pod.

The message my parents, especially my mother, wanted me to get was how sorry they were for how I was treated and raised. My mother said she had no clue how to raise children. She desperately asked for my forgiveness. I thought I had done this on her death bed. I had experienced her spirit there. Her personality had already left. I told her I loved her and said she loved me back, and for the first time in my life I really felt it. It was very healing for me.

But here is her spirit, after the fact, asking for my forgiveness. Now I always thought once you die, your spirit is what remains, your spirit without your personality. The pure spirit of light. So, how was it that this medium was describing my parents as they were before death? Very confusing. And, to be honest, it made me angry. Forgiveness is not my strongest ability. I tend to carry a grudge. I tend to be rather untrusting. My initial reaction is, sure, forgive you. Help you to feel better. Help you to be at peace. But what about me? How does my forgiving you erase a lifetime of pain, disappointment, and disillusionment at her hands?

And I know the right answer is, in forgiving her, I can finally let go of the lifetime of pain so the rest of my life stands a chance. Easier said then done. But that’s why they invented therapy.

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