Not to be a downer...

 

Finally last night the dam broke in my heart and I had a long long quiet pity party for me. I realized that the house was going to be so empty when he is gone. The concentrator which has been a part of our lives for the past 10 years will be gone and quiet....
I won't get the tapping of the coffee cup in the morning and the question...

"Coffee made yet?" It used to irritate me so much as he'd say that before he'd say Good Morning. 
or "Hey what's for supper? Did you make it yet?" each afternoon. He knew how much that would get me going.

I'd laugh and threaten to hire a real cook. Our tiny house will feel empty after 30 years of the two of us knocking about inside of it.

Then I started thinking of all the paperwork I'd need to do. I mean, why not? These are things one thinks of at 1AM. 

I did decide to start a memory book though. I've taken years of photos of him. Mentally, I started to organize them in my head. To provide a distraction, I put on my headphones and turned on some 'Chill Out Music' to relax me.
So when this song came on unexpectedly .... 

Yeah so I totally lost it...but silently ... with salty tears dripping down my cheeks. 

The first few lines just slayed me...I've heard this song before and I know how it effected me then....

I know it hurts
Its hard to breathe sometimes
These nights are long
You've lost the will to fight...

And we all know how You tube works, they find this song in a play list and the playlist just kept on beating me up with songs of love and loss. But I needed it so I felt it in my heart.

As I listened and let my heart open to the emotions, I mentally started to list what I'd need to put a book together. I started smiling through those tears in the dark. Our memories, how we met, what we did...our crazy chance meeting. The instant knowledge that I'd met my once in a lifetime soulmate.

Handsome, funny, truthful, very OCD, PTSD'd veteran, all male, all full of himself, kind, honest, trustworthy, intense, fierce, difficult, loving man. 

In truth, he was a difficult father and husband in the first years he came back from Vietnam. Demons chased him constantly.  He didn't understand what was happening to him as so many veterans suffered the same unimaginable issues.

Perhaps he wasn't the best dad in the world but he sure tried hard when the grands came along.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for all of his grandkids. He still feels that way.

So now I am concentrating on a project. A photo book. Something that I can look at and remember.

It gives me a sense of direction and distraction right now as I watch his body deteriorate. This too is a process of living. I won't ignore it, I don't want him surrounded by strangers.

He is comfortable even though his body is showing signs of organ failures. He is home with his silly dog and his nutcase wife. His edema is beginning to rage all over his body but he is concentrating on the things he loves and holds dearly. He is not afraid, he is not in much pain. And he still taps his coffee cup for me and grins like the devilish fun guy he has always been.

And that is good enough for me.

What next?

It's no secret that COPD is a taker and a taker. Pictured is hubby taking his afternoon Nebulizer. He'd be angry at me for grabbing a shot through the stairs, but it is what it is.

COPD is pretty unforgiving. It takes everything from a person  and if there are other health issues, it makes it all the harder. [Generally there are always co-health issues to go along with severe COPD]

Most mornings he gets up and comes in the kitchen for coffee. I take his 02 readings right away. When he takes his CPAP off and gets dressed his 02 drops to the low 80's. Anything below 92% is dangerous. He has a hard head and won't hook himself up to his concentrator.

Below 92%, your brain starts to malfunction, as well as all of your organs. 

Then...we found a lump in his neck.

They did an ultrasound and then it was recommended that a needle biopsy be done. That needle biopsy turned up 'not enough' cells and samples to make a diagnosis.

Rich was against the ultra sound, I convinced him to do it. He was against the biopsy and he was not happy but did it.

Now the lump has swelled. It causes him no pain or difficulty in swallowing or breathing. But he is not a happy camper. He told me if we'd just left the d...ned thing alone he'd have been happy. 

The doctors recommend a removal of the 'nodule' and then send it for testing and he emphatically said....

NO.

I can't blame him, he has gone through so much in the past 8 years that it seems cruel to put him through anything more. 

In fact he is becoming more at peace with his future. Even as far as to make sure that I have what I need when he is no longer here. Odd to be making plans like that, but we are at that point. We actually set things up 12 years ago. That was 4 years before he was diagnosed with throat cancer.

The nodule could be benign but he doesn't even want to address that. 

So we meet each day as normally as we can and I take care of him and everything on the farm. Once he is done with the farm we will move off from it. Oh, I'd love to stay here in these beautiful hills forever but that won't be practical at all.

The fact is, he wants to stay here until he dies and then he wishes me to move on to live in a place where I don't have so much work to do. Our place was remodeled and it IS a solid low maintenance home. However, the remote location will make things like getting groceries, medical care, and help much harder as I age.

We've decided that I should move to an area where I have access to public transit and the ability to have groceries delivered if I needed that done. Location, location, location. Since I [we] have no relatives living in this area, I will move closer to my son. 

One of my new and younger neighbors has voiced her desire for me to stay. She said she would watch over me. In truth, I am not sure I'd want her to. She is now learning to deal with her own parents who are aging. She can't care for her parents, work full time, and raise her children...and then take on someone like me.

The plain truth of it all is that I am tired of being the adult all of the time. I once asked his daughter to give me relief. Her answer was no because she had to make sure her husband had his lunch packed for him daily.

Her children come to visit more often than she does. My grand daughter asked me last weekend if I didn't think it would be smart to leave the farm after Grandpa was gone. I would be too alone out here.

My son had voiced the very same thing. So had my other grand daughter who had come to visit a few weeks ago. 

What next? We actually have set a plan in motion. Well, at least an option.

Hubby and I agree, when he is gone, I will move back to the town where my oldest son lives.