One Year Today.......Not Much Moving
by Trish Jones
(Chicago)
If Tears Could Build A Stairway.......
And memories a lane.........
I would climb right up to heaven.......
AND BRING YOU HOME AGAIN........
One year ago today was the most horrible day of my life. My husband Joe was taken to heaven never having realized our dream of his heart transplant. We fought the medical system at the VA for almost 2 years before we took him to civilian doctors at the University of Chicago. We did this knowing we would face bankruptcy and home foreclosure. Those things didn't matter. Saving his life did. I would do it all over again in “A HEART BEAT.”
It's been a struggle but I've made it through the first year. My entire family is fighting with each other and life long relationships have been broken probably for good. With Joe here ~ I never knew we all had so much to argue about. Our anchor is gone and without him we are all just drifting. The water has been really rough these past few months.
I don't know what I was thinking. I've been on this web site so much. I have gotten such wonderful support. I've read posts here in which several of my new friends stated that things seemed to have gotten worse the second year. Not me. I'm a nurse. Been there, done that, seen it all. I'm a strong and together person. Well.....
Today as I sit here all alone (that's the way I wanted it), I feel like it was just yesterday when the doctor came out and said, “I'm so sorry – there is nothing more we can do.” My brain shut down at that point. Without my daughter, son and sister I would've never made it. I was in total shock for 90 days. When I think about the desperate crying as I was trying to go to sleep for the first six months....that has maybe eased a bit. Thanksgiving was my last “first” to get through. He was here last Thanksgiving - thinking about that brought me to a two day black hole. I have more good days than bad. Is it wrong to want to get to the point that I have maybe 90% good days? I know the bad days will always be a part of me and that's OK.
I posted here many months ago that I just couldn't ever consider taking my wedding ring off. My daughter was married in October (without her dad) and I passed along my center diamond to be put in the setting she chose. It was the right thing to do. My wedding ring is now on my other hand with his birthstone where the diamond once was, the two smaller diamonds on either side representing us. It's now my “eternity” ring.
I want to wish all the wonderful, caring and compassionate people on this site the most joyous of holidays. I have to spend the next year trying to remind myself to live in the present, not to worry about things I can't change anyway, and to not feel so sorry for myself.
I can keep and honor my husband's memory ~ I just can't live in it anymore. I know he's happy where he is. He loved me. He would want me to be happy. I'll try.
God Bless.