but not to forums in general. For years I have been on other happier types of boards.
It's 20 weeks today since my husband of 40 + years died (June 29) . He was in the hospital for 5 months before that. He had a dissected aorta on January 25, 20008. They operated, and repaired it, but there was so much damage. They wanted me to "pull the plug" in February. I wasn't sure how long was long enough to try and let him heal, but I knew 3 weeks wasn't it. He woke up on Valentine's Day. He was getting slowly better, and then he would have a set back. He got off the vent, and a lot of the meds. He moved to an L-TAC(Long Term Acute Care) hospital in April. He fought so hard to get better. In the end it was infection and pneumonia that took him.
I know he is fine, better than fine. He is in heaven. It's selfishness that bring me here. I don't know what to do. I hate this. I want our old life back. He had retired from General Motors a year before he got sick, and I had been involuntarily retired when the travel agency I worked at closed 3 years ago. We were suppose to be traveling and enjoying this new stage of our lives.
He was still a part-time firefighters, which he had been for 36 years. It was his passion not a job.
I thought maybe I could find some people here that understand the pain and fear that I am going through now. I guess it's true, misery loves company. It's just if I hear one more well meaning person say, "I know how you feel. When my mother/father died, I was....." I know they mean well, but it is not any where close to what you feel when you lose your spouse. I know I lost my father and mother in 2001 and 2004 respectively.
My children and friends try to keep me busy, and I appreciate that, but sooner or later, I come home to an empty house.
I wanted to introduce myself before started commenting on other posts. I will try and do that tonight.
God Bless you and keep you,
Linda
It's 20 weeks today since my husband of 40 + years died (June 29) . He was in the hospital for 5 months before that. He had a dissected aorta on January 25, 20008. They operated, and repaired it, but there was so much damage. They wanted me to "pull the plug" in February. I wasn't sure how long was long enough to try and let him heal, but I knew 3 weeks wasn't it. He woke up on Valentine's Day. He was getting slowly better, and then he would have a set back. He got off the vent, and a lot of the meds. He moved to an L-TAC(Long Term Acute Care) hospital in April. He fought so hard to get better. In the end it was infection and pneumonia that took him.
I know he is fine, better than fine. He is in heaven. It's selfishness that bring me here. I don't know what to do. I hate this. I want our old life back. He had retired from General Motors a year before he got sick, and I had been involuntarily retired when the travel agency I worked at closed 3 years ago. We were suppose to be traveling and enjoying this new stage of our lives.
He was still a part-time firefighters, which he had been for 36 years. It was his passion not a job.
I thought maybe I could find some people here that understand the pain and fear that I am going through now. I guess it's true, misery loves company. It's just if I hear one more well meaning person say, "I know how you feel. When my mother/father died, I was....." I know they mean well, but it is not any where close to what you feel when you lose your spouse. I know I lost my father and mother in 2001 and 2004 respectively.
My children and friends try to keep me busy, and I appreciate that, but sooner or later, I come home to an empty house.
I wanted to introduce myself before started commenting on other posts. I will try and do that tonight.
God Bless you and keep you,
Linda