Post by obobfla on May 23, 2017 19:11:57 GMT -5
I have 22 years of sobriety, a college degree that I got going back to school 20 years later, and a wonderful son. But the thing that I am most proud of is handling what I am handling now.
To those who don't know, my wife is in the hospital recovering from open heart surgery. She is making slow progress that needs to be a little faster. Once she recovers enough, she will undergo a mastectomy to remove breast cancer. She already tried chemo, and it almost killed her. Doctors said that there was major possibility that she would not survive the heart surgery. I have come close to being a widower three or four times in the past year.
Through it all, I have visited her almost every day. I've stayed calm when those around me were scared. I was scared too, but I couldn't show it. My wife and son would notice. For the past two months, I have been basically a single parent, raising my son while working full time and visiting my wife in the hospital on the way home from work. It's been busy, stressful, and exhausting. There are so many times that I just want to break down and cry. Surprisingly, I haven't yet. Maybe tomorrow.
I take heart in the progress I've made. I am really proud of my son, who has handled the whole situation well. We've gotten a lot closer going through this. It's like a marathon, long and painful. I'm not sure I will like the results when I cross the finish line.
To those who don't know, my wife is in the hospital recovering from open heart surgery. She is making slow progress that needs to be a little faster. Once she recovers enough, she will undergo a mastectomy to remove breast cancer. She already tried chemo, and it almost killed her. Doctors said that there was major possibility that she would not survive the heart surgery. I have come close to being a widower three or four times in the past year.
Through it all, I have visited her almost every day. I've stayed calm when those around me were scared. I was scared too, but I couldn't show it. My wife and son would notice. For the past two months, I have been basically a single parent, raising my son while working full time and visiting my wife in the hospital on the way home from work. It's been busy, stressful, and exhausting. There are so many times that I just want to break down and cry. Surprisingly, I haven't yet. Maybe tomorrow.
I take heart in the progress I've made. I am really proud of my son, who has handled the whole situation well. We've gotten a lot closer going through this. It's like a marathon, long and painful. I'm not sure I will like the results when I cross the finish line.
