It's been a little while, not as long as some of my absences, but a while non-the-less. Has life ever flipped upside, inside out and I'm beginning to think I've floated up the creek and lost my paddles. The only thing is, all I see are rapids ahead, not calm, clear water.
It all began to go wrong at the end of April when my husband was laid off along with 150 co-workers. Not even laid off really, he was a part of the company restructure, and not the good part. As hard as that was to swallow, we'll be okay. My husband is a smart man, very talented, we will do what we have to do, go where we have to go. I support him 100%, to infinity and beyond...haha (had to lighten it up a bit). So, as if that wasn't enough to swallow in one day, I get news of my Father being given the big "C" diagnosis earlier that day. Now my world is very quickly coming down around me, VERY quickly. My poor Mom of course has to break this news to me after I tell her hubby lost his job, no easy task for her to say the least. At that time, the outlook was good.
This weekend, the Canadian Victoria Day weekend, hubby and I decided to go and visit my family (we live about 7 hours apart), we are past due for some fam time! It was a great weekend!! We went to the beach, shopping, visited my Grandmother, had some fireworks (courtesy of hubby), and got some downtime with a great friend. Unfortunately, I can't seem to shake the depression that is now overwhelming me.
During a session of drinking some wine and "relaxing" with my Mom she informs me that the outlook for me Father...well...it's not so great after all. Honestly, it's not shocking. That's why it hit so hard to hear it in the first place. He's not been in good health for a long time now. A frail 110 pounds of flesh and bone is what I see, a shell of a man. Treatments for his cancer, usually very optimistic, not so much for his case. Having been a smoker for the past 50 years (yes, you've read that correctly) he has Emphysema, having been an alcoholic for the same time, his pancreas has given to mistreatment. Moral of this? Most likely he has 6-9 months to live. Unless of course he gets a surgeon of low moral standard that decides to operate despite his condition. Let's be honest, they get paid to operate. Outlook now? Grim. To say the very least.
So, now sitting at home after a "fabulous" weekend away, I am devoured by self-pity. I could curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep, maybe I should, but I won't. I've promised (myself) that I will take the responsibility to notify his siblings (whom he doesn't speak with) so they have their chance to see him. I will be there for my Mom at the drop of a hat, six hours away or not. Have I mentioned I'm an only child? It's all me, only me, to be there for her, to be strong. But how long can that last? When does one crack under such circumstance? I'd say I'm on the brink...
Time for a good night's sleep, re-fresh the senses, rest my mind and look at this in a different light in the morning. My girls depend on me, look to me, to be there for them. That is exactly what I plan to do!! I will be there. I will share with them what is going on in my mind, in their world, in their lives. I will not hide it from them, we will love each other and help one another to over come any obstacle!
Gosh, I hope this makes sense to any person who may read it. I needed to unleash some of my fears, uncertainty, and just get this out!
It all began to go wrong at the end of April when my husband was laid off along with 150 co-workers. Not even laid off really, he was a part of the company restructure, and not the good part. As hard as that was to swallow, we'll be okay. My husband is a smart man, very talented, we will do what we have to do, go where we have to go. I support him 100%, to infinity and beyond...haha (had to lighten it up a bit). So, as if that wasn't enough to swallow in one day, I get news of my Father being given the big "C" diagnosis earlier that day. Now my world is very quickly coming down around me, VERY quickly. My poor Mom of course has to break this news to me after I tell her hubby lost his job, no easy task for her to say the least. At that time, the outlook was good.
This weekend, the Canadian Victoria Day weekend, hubby and I decided to go and visit my family (we live about 7 hours apart), we are past due for some fam time! It was a great weekend!! We went to the beach, shopping, visited my Grandmother, had some fireworks (courtesy of hubby), and got some downtime with a great friend. Unfortunately, I can't seem to shake the depression that is now overwhelming me.
During a session of drinking some wine and "relaxing" with my Mom she informs me that the outlook for me Father...well...it's not so great after all. Honestly, it's not shocking. That's why it hit so hard to hear it in the first place. He's not been in good health for a long time now. A frail 110 pounds of flesh and bone is what I see, a shell of a man. Treatments for his cancer, usually very optimistic, not so much for his case. Having been a smoker for the past 50 years (yes, you've read that correctly) he has Emphysema, having been an alcoholic for the same time, his pancreas has given to mistreatment. Moral of this? Most likely he has 6-9 months to live. Unless of course he gets a surgeon of low moral standard that decides to operate despite his condition. Let's be honest, they get paid to operate. Outlook now? Grim. To say the very least.
So, now sitting at home after a "fabulous" weekend away, I am devoured by self-pity. I could curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep, maybe I should, but I won't. I've promised (myself) that I will take the responsibility to notify his siblings (whom he doesn't speak with) so they have their chance to see him. I will be there for my Mom at the drop of a hat, six hours away or not. Have I mentioned I'm an only child? It's all me, only me, to be there for her, to be strong. But how long can that last? When does one crack under such circumstance? I'd say I'm on the brink...
Time for a good night's sleep, re-fresh the senses, rest my mind and look at this in a different light in the morning. My girls depend on me, look to me, to be there for them. That is exactly what I plan to do!! I will be there. I will share with them what is going on in my mind, in their world, in their lives. I will not hide it from them, we will love each other and help one another to over come any obstacle!
Gosh, I hope this makes sense to any person who may read it. I needed to unleash some of my fears, uncertainty, and just get this out!