I’m tired of hanging around with just Twilight. That girl has mental problems. I’ll be minding my own business (sleeping), and that little brat will come up and swat the fleas right off me just because she wants to play. I think it’s time to find myself a handsome boyfriend to defend me against the little white tornado!
So, I’m taking advantage of technology to help me find a handsome boyfriend. Just hope the Can Opener doesn’t catch me playing with her iPhone! Let’s see if these snaps will help me find a handsome Tom…
Of course, I don’t want to look too sweet- I don’t want to attract the wrong kind of tom and find out he has a harem and 300 kittens someplace, because I know he’ll treat me the same way and I’ll have to knock his stripes off and then start all over again- and then, with my luck his 300 kittens will come complain because I kick his furry butt.
Oh! I got a snap from a secret admirer! Let’s see what he looks like!
Oh, I’m so excited! And I’ll tell Twilight I saw him FIRST! She can find her own boyfriend!
Oh, heck no! What the heck is THAT?
Sorry, furface- you’re not my type!
Hey, Twilight! I found a boyfriend for you!! He’s CUTE!
I think I’m going to start over- and find myself a handsome tiger.
Now, that’s more like it…. I need his number! Meow.
Monday will mark one month
This Monday will be Valentine’s Day- and it will also mark one month since my husband passed. It still feels like it was yesterday. How do I celebrate Valentine’s Day without him after 40 years?
I thought I was doing okay until I had to go pick up his death certificate and his ashes from the funeral home. I had known it wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing can really prepare you for bringing your spouse home that way.
I don’t want to dwell on this for too long. But it has taken me days to be up to writing about this and I will be starting grief counseling (hopefully this week)- and I know this will be one thing recommended. I had bought a new journal to write about the whole cancer diagnosis and why it wasn’t diagnosed until it was too late.
But I have yet to write a single word in that journal, because I stare at the blank page and my mind instantly starts seeing him doubled over in continual pain and struggling to breathe as he had been daily since about May of last year. I want to watch tv, and I remember the countless times we would “watch something together” and he would retreat into the bedroom in too much pain to care. Then I remember hearing him breathing at night and saying, “I think you should go to ER” (but he was in too much pain).
I start seeing the countless dinners I’d prepared for us, from which he would take one or two bites, then retreat into the bedroom in pain saying he was “full.” I remember the vain attempts to offer him something that would maybe- just MAYBE help him have a little relief – only to have him refuse it because he already knew it wouldn’t help.
I constantly feel the helplessness all over again of thinking he was going to die, and we wouldn’t even know why. I feel the anger at the doctors again also who saw his “something” on his small intestine that “they didn’t think was cancer”- and didn’t give him anything at all to relieve his constant pain and other symptoms while he waited an average of 3 months to be seen by another specialist who said the same things and referred him to yet another specialist– (with yet another month or two or three in between).
The last specialist he was referred to was 110 miles away – and when he finally was called (in November) by that specialist it was for a phone consultation. Still no relief for him symptoms meanwhile. The next thing we knew he was being rushed to the ER because of a blood clot- and nothing was the same after that.
I need to stop this for now – (though I hadn’t planned to)- There is so much more to say- but I want to encourage you all to not take for granted the time you have with your loved ones. Especially your spouses. When we celebrated the New Year this year, we knew something was wrong with my husband, but we had no idea that the Christmas we had was going to be our last Christmas together- and that the New Year we celebrated would be the last time we would ring in a New Year.
Whatever you do- treat your loved ones – with respect and consideration – don’t say things in anger and frustration that you can never take back. Don’t be oblivious to their emotional needs or frustrated with them when they don’t see things the way you do. Let them be who they are- don’t try to make them a copy of yourself. You have one chance in this life to BE the “someone special” to the “special someone” in your life.
Sheild and protect each other. Uphold each other’s dignity- and don’t tolerate anyone speaking evil of your spouse. BE SOMEONE SPECIAL to them while you can- today! Tomorrow everything could change.