It was a year ago tonight…

January 16, 2014 2 comments

… that my life completely changed.  A heart attack took Mark’s life, and everything that brought me peace and comfort was ripped from my life at that moment.

Never ever did I think that, at the age of 49, I would be a widow. I never thought I would have to pick up every semblance of normalcy that existed and fit it back into the big picture puzzle called life. In doing so, I found that some of the pieces were missing. Some of the pieces were torn and damaged. Some of the pieces even belonged to another puzzle!! It was a scary and frustrating time because in the beginning, I was paralyzed by fear and grief.

But little by little, the fog in my brain started to clear, and I pushed forward to do the things that I needed to do for MY own well-being. In the process I learned that my marriage was not exactly what I thought it was. I learned that Mark had a LOT of debt but to this day, I have no idea where it came from. I am just grateful that he had the hindsight to never add my name to an account so I am not responsible for what is owed. I found out things about his personal life that stunned me, and I sometimes wish I understood what was going through his mind when he made some of the choices that he did.

At the one year anniversary of his passing, I have very mixed feelings about what I have learned and how I feel. This morning I asked myself if I missed him. The answer was a very wishy-washy “YES AND NO”. Yes, I do miss him. He was my husband for over 10 years and my partner for almost 14 years. Like most couples, we had hopes and dreams and goals. We made plans and we had many years of memories. Yet, my life has become much less stressful and less complicated with no overwhelming debt, phone calls from (his) creditors, and the constant fear that I was going to get “THAT PHONE CALL” where someone told me that he’d passed away.

I’ve completely simplified my life which was something I was never able to do when I was with Mark. He needed to live large. He needed excess to the point of overkill. I never needed that. I have no need or desire to prove anything to anyone.  I live within my financial means (for the most part). I pay my bills on time. I carry no credit card debt. I cook simple foods as opposed to seven courses meals that require HOURS of prep work and cooking. I still have the mindset of having too much food in the house. When the Zombie Apocalypse hits, my home would be a good place to hang out.

I have my groceries delivered to save me time. I have a wonderful woman who cleans my home twice a month because it is not something that I am willing to do. I have mobile groomers for Belle because they are WONDERFUL and very convenient. My home is small and just perfect for me. It’s not a three level monstrosity that cost hundreds of dollars a month to heat and cool. How much room do I really need? I have basic cable because I don’t need every single channel that ever existed.

There is still room for improvement though. I really need to conquer the “paper war”. I have no real filing system. I need one. Putting all the papers in a box is not working for me. I need to organize it better and get a handle on the junk mail that seems to accumulate. I thought when I did everything “paperless” that I would have fewer paper piles. This has not been the case. I’m not sure why and that puzzles me constantly. When will I get to this? Who knows.

Procrastination has always plagued me. My motto is, “Why do something today that I can put off until tomorrow?” Scary, isn’t it? I do manage to get things done. Sometimes it is at the very last minute, but it gets done. Have I ever missed a deadline because I procrastinated? Sigh. Sadly, yes. But we don’t need to talk about that since I know that my own weaknesses.

Ahem, getting back on track…

I will be honest, I do think about and miss Mark. As articulate as I am, I am not sure I can explain how I feel right now. When Mark first died, all I wanted to do was turn back the clock and have him back in my life. I didn’t want to have to do it all alone.

I no longer feel that way. I have no desire to turn the clock back. I love my life these days. It’s much simpler and easier. And happier. I didn’t expect to fall in love again, but I did. Say what you want about my timeline, but I have found happiness.

George and I have been together just short of eight months. I didn’t expect things to get so serious so quickly, but I am VERY happy that they did. It’s nice to have a very easy-going (for the most part) relationship that is filled with laughter and love. Neither of us are perfect. No one is. But we are happy together. Having realized what I want and what I will not accept has made my relationship with George better than any other that I have had.  No one knows what the future holds, but I do know I want a future with this man!!!

As I approach the end of “The Terrible Firsts of Widowhood”, it occurred to me that I survived. I survived 365 days of firsts. There were SO many firsts this year. More than any one can EVER imagine. Some days I survived several firsts. But I survived. And as the first year without Mark concludes, I have a bittersweet feeling.

bittersweetI have feelings of both pain and pleasure. I still believe that Mark would be proud of the accomplishments that I achieved this year. And I know he would harbor NO ill feelings for anything I have done or any choices I made. He always wanted me to be more independent and he wanted me to be happy. I am both of these things.

Now it is time to let go of the past. Not forget it, but let go of the things that have the tendency to suck me in to the black hole. I’ve survived a year without Mark, and I have flourished. Life is filled with endless possibilities. You just have to find the things that make you happy. You have to open your heart and your mind. Having done that, I can tell you first hand that…

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Reflecting on 2013….

December 31, 2013 Leave a comment

PeanutsYawnThe year 2013 started out just like the last five or six years did. It could have been summed up as “Ho hum… Yawn”. Nothing was different and nothing looked to be changing. Same issues. Same frustrations. Same shit; just a different day.

Then on January 17th, Mark died. No warnings were involved. There was nothing that indicated that he was going to have a massive heart attack in our living room that would take his life. It is a very surreal moment when you realize that your spouse has passed away. Initially acute numbness set in, but as the days passed, the pain, sorrow, tears and grief became overwhelming.

As the old saying goes, time heals all wounds. Sure, some of the scars have remained, but the healing happened. I realized that life is extremely fragile and to waste it is truly tragic. I realized that I wanted to live my life. I wanted to share my life with someone. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to move forward and find the good things that were still out there. I wanted to be among the living.

I received a lot of flack for beginning to date when I did. In the beginning I felt the need to defend myself to the “haters” who thought I was being disrespectful to Mark. However, it didn’t take me long to get disgusted with that, and I began dissociating myself with those who did not support me and the choices that I made. I stopped talking to people who had negative things to say. I “unfriended” a lot of people on Facebook.  I’m fine with it. I only want to be around people who accept me for who I am.

‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin’ at all. ‘ ~ Thumper

ThumperThis year brought about a lot of changes. I had to move from the home that I shared with Mark into a smaller condo that was affordable for me. I downsized many things in my life. Did I really need EVERY conceivable cable channel that existed? Did I need to keep a house so stocked with food and provisions that friends joked about coming to live with me when the Zombie Apocalypse hit? Did I really need an entire closet filled with winter coats? (think 13 coats — one for every winter that Mark and I were together). I donated so much stuff that was never used or worn. I donated things that were duplicates and triplicates!

I’ve sorted through the muck and mud of what used to be my life, and I organized it in the best way that I could. I attempted to prepare for my own future, but at the same time, I refused to be financially stifled the way that I was the past few years. I’m trying to learn the fine balance between spending and saving, clean and looking “lived in”, being generous and “being a bank”, and stocking up and hoarding. It’s all a learning experience for me!

With only a couple of hours of 2013 left, I’m sitting next to the man who I love. I’ve realized that, for the first time in a long time, I’m REALLY and TRULY happy. Our life is not perfect. I’d be delusional to think that it would be! No one has the perfect life. But this is MY life and I would not trade it for anyone else’s life.

Having said that, I’ve really begun to reflect on where my life has taken me this year. I can honestly say that I am stronger (emotionally and mentally) than I ever thought I could (or would) be. I’ve found love again. Some people never find love more than once, but I’ve been lucky. I found George, and it’s been a slice of heaven for the past seven months. It has not always been easy, especially after the Jet Ski accident, but it has been rewarding in ways I have never known.

Without putting my relationship on show for the world to see, I will simply say that he has so many of the qualities that I’ve wanted in a man. Like me, neither of us are perfect, but we are perfect together. When you have love, respect, communication, dedication, trust, and all those really important factors, a relationship can become a wonderful thing between two people.

I’ve met almost all of George’s extended family, and I am happy to say that they are all very nice and quite accepting and welcoming to me. I couldn’t ask for a nicer family! After several family get-togethers, it is great so see that there is no drama… no guilt trips… no fights and pettiness… I can’t say that I have ever had that in any of the relationships that I have had. My previous holidays, even though they were memorable, were filled with family drama and arguments. Who wants to deal with that sort of thing at every family get together? I didn’t but sometimes you just have to roll with the punches.

It’s been a tough year for a lot of people. Many of my close friends and family have had their own personal strife. There has been a lot of financial struggles, death, injury, and personal issues. I have had my share of all of these things. Yet I’ve learned that you have to push through the pain, walk down the road (sometimes you must do it alone), and struggle to put it all back in place so that you can find happiness. If you try hard enough, you CAN do anything you set your mind to do.

I am fortunate because I have had the support and love of family and friends. I always knew that I had special people in my life, but it was when life was really, really tough that I found out the magnitude of the bond that we shared.

ThankYouPostItI want to specifically thank my wonderful brother Jeff. I could NOT have done it without him. He’s always been there for me when I needed him!  I love him and am eternally grateful for him!! Also a big thank you to his wife for always putting up with me throughout the years!!

I’d also like to thank JS and GS (and their girls) for being wonderful and supportive friends, and, more importantly, for reconnecting after a long hiatus. True friendships NEVER die, they just grow stronger. I love you guys with all my heart!!

I’d like to thank JC and JF for being there during one of the worst nights of my life. You guys went above and beyond “the call of duty”.

I’d like to thank JF again for her love, friendship, and help. Again,you helped me out during one of the worst times in my life, and I will NEVER forget what you did for me and for the trust you instilled in me. Your dad would be so proud of you!

Thank you to SS for coming to NJ, helping me and sharing a wonderful day with me.

Also big thank you’s go out to DMK and her hubby PK, my wonderful friends/co-workers, my understanding bosses and supervisors, and for every one who lent a hand, cooked a meal, shared time with me, made me smile and touched my heart.

A super huge thank you to my boyfriend George who gave me one of the BEST summers I ever had and made me fall in love again. And thank you to his parents who are truly wonderful people, and his extended family for being real and genuine!!

I’m grateful. I’m happy. I’m lucky. I AM BLESSED!

HappyNewYearz13Wishing a Happy New Year to all my friends, family, co-workers, and to all those people who have, in some way, touched my heart. May 2014 bring you all good health, happiness and love. And love is the greatest gift of all!!

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My Thankful Things

November 28, 2013 Leave a comment

HappyThanksgivingToday is Thanksgiving Day which, in North America, is an annual national holiday that commemorates a harvest festival celebrated by the Pilgrims in 1621, and is held in the US on the fourth Thursday in November.

Although the year 2013 started out quite rocky for me, as this day of thanks rolls around, and the year comes to a close, I realize that I have a lot to be thankful for in my life.

Being that I am celebrating this holiday with my boyfriend George and his family, my time to sit and write is limited this morning. Having said that, I have decided to simply create a short but meaningful list of things for which I am thankful for.

  • My boyfriend George, who has made me realize that I could fall in love again and who shows me love, kindness, and caring every single day we are together
  • My goldendoodle Belle who loves unconditionally every moment of her fuzzy life.
  • Good friends (especially the ones who went beyond the “call of duty” to help me through one of the toughest times in my life. I won’t list any names, but you KNOW who you are and I love you more than words can EVER say!)
  • My job (which also includes my bosses and co-workers who are a wonderful group of people)
  • My home (having a place to live, a roof over my head and a safe place to live is truly a blessing)
  • My family (especially my brother Jeff who has always been there for me no matter what! I love you Jeff!)
  • My inner strength (that I didn’t know that I had)
  • My health (while it is not perfect, overall I am healthy, and I pray for those who are battling illness)
  • My car (although this is a material thing, having a friend who is currently without a vehicle has made me realize that this is something for which I should be thankful)
  • My parents who raised me to be a moral and kind person with good values
  • Food (in my freezer and fridge) because so many people are hungry and that should never happen in this day and age
  • Freedom (the power or right to act, speak, or think as I choose without hindrance or restraint)
  • Being an American (while this country has definite issues, and our Government and “Big Corporations” leave a lot to be desired, I would not want to live in any other country — except maybe Bermuda in a Pink House)
  • My new family (also known as George’s family who have accepted me and welcomed me)

Snoopy-ThanksgivingThere are so many other reasons for which I am thankful, but these are the main ones. I’m really very fortunate, and having said that, my heart hurts for those people and pets who are alone and have nothing this holiday season.

Wishing all my friends and family a very Happy Thanksgiving! May you have food on your table, loved ones to spend time with each and every day, and happiness and love in your life!!!

Did You Ever Really Take a Close Hard Look

October 31, 2013 2 comments

… and realize that a relationship was not healthy and it definitely was NOT how it appeared to others?

It’s been 9-1/2 months since Mark passed away, and it’s been a little over five months since I began dating George. I’ve had my share of negativity and criticism for dating so soon, but that is not what I am going to write about today.

Last night I had a bad dream. I dreamed that Mark and I were in the supermarket, and he was yelling at me, telling me that I was stupid because I added Pork Chops with a bone to the cart instead of the boneless variety. In my dream, Mark was calling me stupid and threatening to leave me in the store. I woke up, startled and visibly upset. George was awake when I had my dream, and he was very concerned and caring, and he tried to get me to talk about my dream. I feel uncomfortable talking about Mark to him, especially when it has to do with feelings and how Mark could be when he was less than kind. I don’t want to hurt George with the things I feel, and I don’t want him to think that he was a “replacement” or that he is inferior to Mark because that is so not the case. They are two completely different men who were raised worlds apart in many aspects.

Anyway, I couldn’t fall back to sleep because my mind was racing with lots of thoughts and feelings. In a case like this, I am my own worst enemy. My thoughts were running amok, and I started crying for many reasons, none of which I wanted to share with George. I hid my tears from him for quite a while, but eventually the sniffles will get you every time.

George pulled me close, and he encouraged me to talk about what was bothering me. I knew that he knew that it was not just the dream that was bothering me and there was much more to it. I finally shared with George some of the things that I have come to realize since Mark passed away. I would never say that I didn’t love Mark, but I will say that he was not always the nice guy that he appeared to be. He did have a mean side, and some of the things that he would say to me often haunt me to this day. My friends and family thought he was a great guy, but they did not live with him, nor did they have to deal with the wrath of his issues.

cruelMark often lacked the ability to show affection. He rarely held my hand – either in public or private. I would take his hand while we were out, and he would hold it for a minute or two, but then he would find a reason to let it go, and he would never reach for it again. I can honestly say that he never reached for my hand in the entire time we were together.

He also did not like to kiss. He would give me a kiss on the forehead and occasionally on the lips, but never did we ever share a passionate kiss. In the later years, his excuse would be that he didn’t want to kiss me because I kiss the dog. I can distinctly remember on our wedding day, he simply gave me a quick peck on the lips.

Mark also didn’t like to snuggle very much. He never really let me lie on his chest because he would say that I was too heavy. In fact one of his famous comments was that “your bulbous head is too heavy”. Not a very kind thing to say, but I learned to deal and adapt.

Mark also had a whole plethora of comments that he would make for a given situation. When I got home from work, I would go to him and try to be close to him and hug him, but he would make his daily comment saying, “you smell bad.” I know that I didn’t. I take a shower at the very least once every day, and I certainly do not do anything or expose myself to things that would make me smell less than fresh and/or clean.

He criticized my cooking. I will certainly give him credit for being a MUCH better cook than I ever will be. Yet Mark would make comments to friends and family saying, “Bonni can cook, but it’s not edible.” I knew that to be completely untrue since I cooked for my first husband for 15 years, and he NEVER ever complained about anything I cooked.

Mark also disliked my hair. He would tell me on a regular basis that it was “stringy and disheveled,” He also told me that he hated straight hair and I should go get it permed and styled. Well, gee, I have had straight (and for the most part long) hair all of my life. He knew when he met me that my hair was straight. So if he hated it so much, why was he with me??

Mark hated when I cried. I’m not sure if it made him uncomfortable or he just thought it was a weak woman trait. When I would cry, he would always tell me to pull myself together and stop crying, or he would give me a “real reason to cry.” I found that very cruel because I am emotional, sensitive and passionate, and his coldness and lack of compassion would make me feel unloved.

Mark would complain that I was a slob. Granted, I am no neat freak, but I don’t live in a pig sty either. I admit that I hate cleaning, and my cleaning skills leave a LOT to be desired. After years of listening to him complain, I simply tuned him out. After he passed away, I decided to treat myself, and I hired a house keeper to clean my house twice a month. It is an added expense to my strained budget, but it is certainly one that is worth every penny that I spend!

Mark also complained about my driving. I admit that I do drive fast, I tend to have moments of road rage, and I can be quite aggressive, but I like to think I am a safe driver, and I would certainly never put anyone’s life at risk. Mark would scream at me when I drove, but when I offered to let him drive, he turned me down because he hated to drive (unless he absolutely had to do it).

I also find it ironic that in the last six years of Mark’s life, I cared for him when he was sick. I used all of my vacation time to take him to doctor appointments and visit him in the hospital on his many stays. I stayed home from work when he didn’t feel good to care for him and made sure he took his medications and that he had food to eat.

I can remember many occasions when I was sick that Mark went to work and left me to fend for myself. When I had shoulder surgery, he complained incessantly about having to take the day off. When I needed him to drive me to my follow up appointment, he did do it but under extreme protest, telling me what an inconvenience it was for him. I would have driven myself, but it’s hard to drive when you don’t have use of your right arm to start the car, shift gears and manage the controls.

When my doctor had me go for a baseline colonoscopy, Mark squawked about having to take a day off to take me for the procedure. Yet a few years later, I went with him for his procedure, and I never complained or bitched about it. I just took the day off from work, and I went with him for support.

Sometimes Mark would just say cruel things to me, and I never knew how much he truly meant. Even if he did not mean them, the words hurt, and the sting stuck with me to this very day. For example, many times Mark would tell me that I was stupid and I would never be successful because I didn’t have a college degree. I never countered what he said to me because that would just add fuel to the fire. It was simpler if I just said nothing. He told me on many occasions that I was “the most selfish person” he’d ever met. I always knew this to be untrue, but again, I just kept silent because there was no sense in making a big scene.

One of the times that I did stand up to him only succeeded in making him fly into a rage. Looking back at it now, it really was a childish argument. He was watching one of his history television shows, and I was listening to music with head phones on. He spoke to me, and I did not hear him. He must have raised his voice to get my attention, but I still did not hear him. The next thing I know, he grabbed my iPod, and he ripped the headphones off my head. He started screaming that I needed to listen to him when he talks. I came back at him with a response, and the whole thing escalated. We started fighting and screaming at each other. Then next thing I know, he’s holding a knife in his hand. He raised it and slammed into into my dresser, breaking a Lenox ring holder and leaving a gouge in the wood top of my dresser. At that point, he was acting like a mad man, waving the knife around, and I truly feared for my own personal safety and well-being. I grabbed the telephone and I threatened to call 911. He lunged for the phone (or maybe me), and I pulled away. I told him if the cops come, they will arrest him, and his career as a teacher would be over. I think that comment was sobering enough, and he grabbed his keys and wallet and he left. He was gone for two days. I am assuming that he went to his mother’s house. He never told me, and I never asked.

Why am I bringing all of this up now? Well, I was extremely troubled by my dream last night because it was so real, the hurt was still fresh, and the scars still remain. I know that not all men belittle woman, not all men have violent tempers, not all men say cruel things, and not all men are selfish. The ones who treat women poorly are obviously not real men, or else they have their own personal issues that need addressing.

George has made me realize that some men do have a gentle and warm heart and do not feel the need to treat a woman with disrespect. He is affectionate (loves to hold hands, kiss, and cuddle), he always tells me how good I smell, he enjoys the meals that I cook for him, he accepts that I am not a neat freak who loves to clean (although he HATES that my hair is in the sink, drain, and just about everywhere), he tells me that I am beautiful and smart (especially when I know all the answers in a category on Jeopardy), and when I cry (whether out of frustration, sadness, happiness or some other reason), he wants to comfort me, know and understand why I am crying, and if there is a problem, he wants to fix it.

meanDue to circumstances beyond my own control, I was given an opportunity for a fresh start. It’s been scary at times, but it has certainly been rewarding. I have learned things about myself that I never knew. I know that I am a stronger person than I gave myself credit for being. And I know that I won’t ever put up with a man who puts me down, makes me feel threatened in any way, raises a hand to hit me, or who does not support me.

Life is good.

The Epitome of Love

September 26, 2013 Leave a comment

Let me preface this by saying that I am the happiest I have been in a long time. However, that does not preclude the fact that life takes twists and turns that are both good and bad, expected and unexpected. As I posted before, and updated many times on Facebook (for those of you who follow my posts), I am dating again, and things have gotten pretty serious. And if you have been following along, you also know that George and I got into a jet ski accident, and in that accident, he tore up his knee.

Yesterday George had his first surgery to repair the damage. The surgery reconstructed his Lateral Collateral Ligament, repaired the muscles and tendons, and decompressed and removed scar tissue from the peroneal nerve (which controls the foot movement). There was about a four-inch section of the nerve that was scarred. The nerve itself was not torn, but it was all stretched out and twisted up with the damaged ligaments, tendons and muscles. The doctor said that it would have been better if it had torn. The stretching will take a VERY long time to heal (if it actually heals on its own). The nerves regenerate at about 1 mm per day which equates to about 1 inch a month. The nerve will need to regenerate from the site of injury which is close to the knee cap and go all the way down to the big toe. That’s going to be a lot of healing time. The doctor told us that there is a 50/50 chance of recovery on its own. If it does not show improvement (after a nerve test is performed), they will consider tendon transfer surgery as another option.

This morning the occupational therapist came in to see George to teach him how to move around without putting any weight on his leg. He will be using a walker because he does not want to use crutches. There is a chance he will get out of the hospital today, and his mom will simply drive him to my home, and I will meet them there rather than driving back up to University Hospital in Newark to go get him.

He will be staying at my home for the majority of his recovery. We all decided that it would be best for him because I have a single floor home so there are no stairs. I am close enough to my office so that I can be home for lunch and get home if he needs me.  He also expressed that he wants to be with me, so we think that will help his recovery.

So how do I really feel about this? Well, I never EVER thought that I would be back in the shoes of being a caregiver only 8 months (6 if you consider that the accident happened in August) after Mark died. It was not something that I even considered at this point, But as the saying goes, “shit happens.”

After much thinking about this whole situation from different points of views, I have realized that I am fine with taking care of George while he is recovering. I never ever hated caring for Mark. That was never the issue. Yes, it was exhausting. It was demanding. It was lonely (only because I had ZERO support from his family). But I did it for about six years. I was very good at it. I was patient (about 95% of the time) and even though I needed to vent (which is completely normal), I knew it was what I wanted and needed to do.

I love George, and I have no doubt whatsoever that he loves me. And with that being said, I am ready, willing, and able to take care of him. It is what I want to do. It is what I need to do. And it is going to be what I WILL do. I will adapt… (so haters, just deal with it!)

I’m not sure what the future holds, but I am ready to face it head on. In the last six weeks (since the jet ski accident), I have realized the extent of my relationship with George. We have become very close on many different levels. We have pushed through the fears, and we have learned the fine art of trusting another person implicitly. Not only did I gain a boyfriend, but I also gained a family. I have been spending quite of lot of time with George’s mom and she is a wonderful person. I feel like I can talk to her. We have shared a lot and the best part is that we can laugh. She has a great sense of humor, and when we laugh, we laugh so hard that tears roll down our cheeks! Even George’s dad is a good guy. He is a typical man and he is rough around the edges, but he has been very kind to me as well.

With a full day of sitting in a hospital, we all did a lot of talking together. Mostly it was me and his mom, Sue, but his dad, George (although in conversation I refer to him as “Big George”) often talked as well. I’ve come to realize that I am completely accepted into the immediate family. Both of George’s parents are great to me, and I feel very comfortable with them. They both told me that they are happy that George has found someone like me. From what I have been told, his previous girlfriends left a lot to be desired, and the ones that his parents knew about, they were not very thrilled with. They have expressed to me that they would love for me to continue to be part of their family. They are appreciative that I am so involved in George’s care. I must reiterate that I am happy that I have a gained a family!

I did really feel bad for Sue yesterday because when we were getting George prepped for surgery, they only allowed one person at a time to be in the surgical prep area at a time. George requested that I come in first. I wanted to switch out so his mom could get a chance to spend some time with her son, but George wanted me to stay with him. I didn’t want to “step on toes” by not letting his mom get her share of time. When they took George back to surgery, I went out to the waiting room and apologized to Sue for not letting her have her time. She was not upset, and she was happy that he was with someone who loved him, and that he was calm and happy with me there.

Another time I expressed that I did not want to step on toes by going along to all of George’s doctor appointments and consults. I told Sue that I was appreciative that she didn’t mind that I went along. She told me that she and Big George were appreciative of ME for wanting to be a part of George’s care.

I am guessing all is good in this case. I just never want to be disrespectful or step on the toes of his family. But then again, George is a grown man, and he can say who he wants in the room with him and who he wants to take care of him. I do feel honored (is that the right word???) that he wants to be with me as opposed to his family. (But then again, that “Jewish Guilt” makes me feel badly for his mom and dad!)

As far as being a caregiver goes, I thought long and hard about what I am doing. I know that with the three broken bones in my own foot (yes, originally there were two, but the fifth metatarsal broke in another place, and now I am in an air cast for EIGHT WEEKS) I need to take care of myself. I know that I need to stay healthy and get my rest. I know that I need to function and life does not stop just because I am taking care of someone. I know that some of you are wondering why I would care for George when he is not my husband. I know that taking care of someone who is sick or injured is tough. Yet, as I can personally attest, caring for someone is one of THE most rewarding and selfless things a person can do for someone he/she loves. It is the epitome of love. And love is what George and I share.

The long and winding road!

September 8, 2013 Leave a comment

I’ve been posting cryptic Facebook status messages for a while, and only a select few people really have any idea what’s been going on in my life.  I don’t like to share my whole life with the world until I sort through it and put it in some semblance of order.

It’s not like I have any thing to hide. Damn, when Mark died, my life became an open book. So much of my dirty laundry (that I tried for YEARS to hide) was put out there for everyone to see. Did I like it? Hell no! It made me too vulnerable — especially at that time. Everyone knew my business and got to see some of my skeletons that were hidden in my closet.

So what’s been going on with me and my life? Well, on August 17th things changed. Would I say for the better? No, not exactly, but it certainly was not for the worst. It’s just different from how it was three weeks ago.

Here’s what’s happened in a nutshell….

On August 17th, we went out on the jet ski, and we hooked up with some other people who were going to go out to the Statue of Liberty. To make a very long story short, we got caught up in a rough wave, went 5 feet in the air and crashed into the water. George protected me from getting hurt, but in doing so, he dislocated his knee, and tore 3 ligaments, frayed two tendons, and stretched (tore??) the nerve that controls the movement to raise the foot and toes. He will need surgery to repair the damage.

The next day, while getting ice out of the freezer for George, I had a food avalanche, and a gallon sized bag of frozen food fell on my foot. My foot swelled, my toes turned purple, and it hurt like hell to walk. After a week, I finally went to the doctor and got an xray. There are two broken bones in my foot, and I’m in a walking boot for about 6-8 weeks.

In regards to George, I have been coordinating with his parents regarding his care. He’s in some pain and having trouble moving around. He can’t get up the two flights of stairs to get to the bedroom and shower at his parent’s home, so he sleeps at my house since I am one level. Well, for those of you who know the status of our relationship will know that is not the only reason he stays at my house.

In the morning before work, I drive him to his parents who care for him until I get out of work and get back there (about 5:45). On most nights, I have dinner with the family, we hang out for a bit, and then we go back to my house until we do it again in the morning. Some of my friends think that it will become too much for me to handle, but they don’t realize that I have much more endurance that anyone could imagine, and I have dealt with much more difficult “caregiver” situations than this one!

Also because of his injury, he can’t get in and out of my Eclipse (too low and small) so we have been using his pick up (a huge ass Chevy Silverado).  Never thought I would drive a truck that large. George would always ask me if I wanted to drive it, and I would tell him no. I was afraid to drive it because of its height and size. But once George got injured, I had very few options but to learn to drive it, and like most things I fear, once I do it, I can put that fear behind me.

George gave me an “out” of our relationship, but I didn’t take it. How could I? I didn’t plan on meeting George. I didn’t plan on loving him.  In the beginning I wanted to him. I wanted a man to do things with this summer. I wanted someone to take me out to the movies and dinner. I wanted to be able to have someone to cook for and have quiet dinners with. I wanted someone to hold my hand. I wanted a boyfriend. I got what I wanted. I had a great summer with George. Yet while I was out having fun with him, my heart decided that it had a mind of its own. In the process of hanging out with George, I fell in love with the man who he was. I went from wanting him in my life to loving him to needing him to be in my life.

Do I regret it? Absolutely not! I have a found a man with whom I am compatible, and who has a good heart. He listens to me, he cares about me, he loves me, and he is kind, sensitive, and gentle (although he does not show that side to many people). I’m happy – I can’t remember the last time that I said that.

So now that you all know how I feel, here’s what George and I are in for in the next year or so. After seeing multiple doctors, we finally saw one who could help him. He is an orthopedic surgeon who will do the repair of the ligaments. The first operation, which we hope will be in the next week or so, will consist of repairing the lateral collateral ligament (LCL) which connects the thigh bone to the fibula, the smaller bone of the lower leg on the lateral or outer side of the knee.

While he is repairing that, another surgeon will evaluate the nerve damage that George has that is causing the “foot drop”. They will evaluate what needs to be done so that his foot and toes can move normally. It really depends on what the damage looks like as to what course of action will be taken. The options can include nerve reconstruction surgery, using a donor nerve, or re-routing a nerve. The prognosis for the foot drop/nerve damage is not the best, but we won’t know anything until after the surgery.

The second surgery will consist of repairing his anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) (one of the two major ligaments in the knee. It connects the thigh bone to the shin bone in the knee) and the posterior cruciate ligament (PCL) (the second major ligament in the knee connecting the thigh bone to the shin bone in the knee).

We were told that the recovery for this type of injury can be a year or more. It’s going to be a long road for George (and for me and his parents). We are still trying to work out the logistics of how his after care will work out. It’s obvious that he can’t get around in his parent’s home, so for the most part, he will be with me. Do I have a problem with that? None at all. I’m fine with caring for him.  For the haters who will call me a sucker or make comments about my life and how I choose to live it, you don’t know me at all. I am extremely loyal and I put those I love above all other priorities in my life. I know why that is. It’s because when I love, I love with ALL of my heart, and not just a part of it.

I will stand by George’s side for as long as his recovery takes (or for as long as he wants me there — which I hope will be forever). I will work with his parent’s to be sure that we give him the best care that we can, and to be sure that we keep his spirits up and his mind occupied. I’m so grateful that he has such wonderful parents, and I am grateful that they are allowing me to so involved in George’s care. His mom says she is very happy that I want to support George because she says that she’s never seen him so happy, and she feels that he waited his whole life for me.

As many of you recall, whenever Mark was sick or hospitalized, I always had to deal with decisions, hospital stays, surgeries, after care, and everything else that is involved with someone who had a chronic illness all by myself and alone. While I had my friends to vent to, there is nothing like family to support you through the tough times. Mark’s family never EVER once offered to help me with his care, nor did they EVER come to the hospital to visit him or sit with me during any of his many surgeries.

This situation is a whole different scenario. I won’t say it will be easy, but anything worth having is worth fighting for. And he is definitely worth having!




My life’s changed in so many ways!

August 10, 2013 2 comments

It’s hard to keep up with the pace in which my life is changing these days. In so many ways, my life has gotten better and simpler. I’m actually having fun for the first time in many years! I’m actually getting out and doing things this summer. I’ve been to the movies about half a dozen times, I have gone out for dinner (to various places including my local Italian place, Friendly’s, and a high end Steak House in northern New Jersey) and hit up several Dairy Queen’s for my most favorite snack of soft serve ice cream cones. And I’ve gone out on a jet ski!! I have George to thank for all of this! It’s been almost 3 months of us being together, and we are settling into a routine of comfort and caring, which we are both enjoying!

Yesterday I spent the day with my dear friends JS and GS who live about 45 minutes away from me. It was a fun day of food, talking and a 3D movie. It was wonderful to see them, and I look forward to seeing them again soon!! If the weather is nice, I am going to go tubing in the Delaware River with GS. I would have loved for JS to go with us, but she is recovering from surgery, and tubing would be a very bad idea!! As I drove to their house, I was acutely aware of how far I have stepped out of my comfort zone in the past seven months. I can remember being paralyzed with fear when it would come to driving to places I’ve never been. Now that seems to be a fear that I have conquered since I’ve driven to Jackson, NJ, Little Ferry, NJ and Exton, PA. I don’t know how I overcame the fears, but I think it is combination of necessity and the fact that I don’t have someone putting negativity in me. I used to think I was being supported by Mark, but in a way, he was stifling me to keep me from doing those things that would free me from my fears. Didn’t realize it until just recently, and I didn’t like what I realized.

Yet, even with all the fun I have been having, I am acutely aware of the magnitude in which my life has changed. I am not saying that this is bad — or even good, it just is. I am liking my new home, and I most certainly like that I am finally, at the age of 50, able to do this on my own without the help of anyone.  However I spent 14 years with Mark and life is definitely different. I can’t say it’s lonely nor am I unhappy, but it has changed. And even though I am so happy with my life as it is now, I occasionally miss my old life. It was not perfect. It was stressful. It was chaotic, but it was mine. I sometimes can’t believe that Mark is gone. He was not a perfect man, but the life we had was “mine”, and it was a relatively safe life. Granted, the “unknowns” were scary, and the future would always be stressful, but it had its moments.

I am loving my time with George. I don’t know where it is going to go or how things will end up, so I simply enjoy it each day that we are together. It’s becoming comfortable in new ways each day, and I like comfortable. It equates to peace and simplicity, and those are two of my favorite things. George is a “fly by the seat of his pants” kind of guy. I’ve learned that you cannot be a regimented person when you are with a man like George. He has no timeline and he has no real schedule. I did regimented for many years, so this is something that I am enjoying. I am easy-going so this works for me. I never realized that I didn’t like schedules until recently!! I am not a leader so making the plans and being in charge is no fun for me. I am perfectly happy with letting someone else to do it. George does not seem to mind the task, and it is working for me.

Where is this going to go? I have no idea. I am enjoying life as it is now. I have been so happy these days, and I get terrified that it is going too well and it will all come crashing down around me and implode! But even though it is human nature to think this way, I try to push the fears back, and just go with the flow, enjoying all the fun I am having, spending time with the wonderful and loving people in my life, and doing things that make and keep me happy.


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