Trying to Survive From A Distance

The underlying theme of 2020 for me has been survival. At the beginning of the pandemic it was survival of the fittest. The search for supplies, groceries and even toilet paper was challenging, especially when balancing the search with the precautions necessary for someone immunocompromised. I was able to get creative and manage to limit some of the risk. Then there was the first stay at home orders, I saw it as an opportunity to get things done around my house, and so I was ok with it…in the beginning. But I started to feel more and more cut off from friends and life. I got restless and frustrated and sad. And then there is my agoraphobia, I normally use my social connections to keep me motivated. I am concerned, without those connections I’m worried about backsliding. A friend came up with the idea of doing distanced lunch in my garage and my infectious disease doc signed off on the idea. It was great to feel some connection again. I have had a few visits in my garage. But now it’s cold and other people’s lives are moving forward, so visits have basically stopped.

Then came the first of the holidays, I have to say since my son died holidays are tough. But nothing like 2020, I was not only missing my son, I was alone with my grief, my pain and my loss. I tried to face the holidays, I tried to honor the memories of celebrating with my son. But the more holidays there were the harder that got. I finally just started focusing on work and ignoring the actual holidays.

The isolation became so hard I finally had a conversation with my ID doctor to see if any kind of social bubble could be safe for me. We discussed the people that I know and there was only one person she felt was safe for me to do a social bubble of one with. I was so excited!! I finally had the opportunity to see this person, movie night at his house. It felt wonderful to spend time with someone, it felt normal. But the ironic thing is now that person doesn’t want to see me again, so now I am back to being alone. I did find a way to write somewhere other than home, as I have posted before, I figured out how to work in my car. But the colder weather is sure to affect that too. I have tried to stay busy, I work on the book, I work on the business, I exercise, I run my errands. Some days I feel like I just go through the motions of life.

I celebrated my birthday alone, I did try to reach out to the one person my doc approved, but that didn’t work out. It was the worse birthday I’ve ever had. Before this my worse birthday was when I was on chemo. Then Christmas came, this one has really taken me down. But it’s a combination of things, of course there’s the pandemic, the increase in cases of Covid and the isolation, but there’s also so much anger and chaos in society and life. To try and help my own sanity I started baking and painting ornaments for small gifts. I felt like I needed to try and spread some kindness and even if it didn’t help others maybe it would help me. I creatively and safely delivered bake goods and the small gifts to friends and people I thought would be receptive to my small acts of kindness. But then after I did that I was just alone again. The actual holiday was hard, but I guess I survived it.

I was feeling very alone and lost this past Saturday, so I packed my laptop and went to the park to write, but I couldn’t focus on writing. Actually I just wanted to go home, so I did. When my son was having an off day I would change things, like what we were doing. I decided to try that, so I tried to borrow some movies I’ve really wanted to see from someone, but that didn’t work out. So I ended up just crying and feeling so lost and alone. It’s been interesting, the more I open up to people about how I am doing, the less I hear from them, which makes me feel more isolated.

In the beginning of the pandemic my worse fear was getting Covid-19, I was afraid I wouldn’t survive it. My docs confirmed that, they don’t feel I would have a good outcome. But the longer we are on this journey, this curve, I feel that mentally surviving is getting harder and harder.

Chaos, Confusion and Christmas…..

It’s been a long dry spell between posts, where to begin? Well, since my last post I celebrated my birthday in November, we celebrated a quiet Thanksgiving and I was busy sewing aprons, more on that later. Then I was in a curated boutique at a church, which brought us to all the chaos of Christmas. The normal chaos of Christmas was joined with confusion and deadlines. As I mentioned I was busy sewing aprons, this was something that started the Christmas before. I had made a couple of aprons like my Great Grandmother made and wore for a few friends that cook and bake. Out of that came the suggestion to make them to sell. I decided to name them for my Great Grandma, so I call them Gram C’s Vintage Aprons. I love sharing her apron legacy with others, she was a huge influence in my life. As it says on the hangtag on the aprons, she taught me how to cook and how to wear an apron. Christmas Day I was able to spend time with a very good friend and his family, it was wonderful. So much of the holidays is about family and I don’t have any family. I enjoyed being with his kids and their kids, it felt like Christmas.

Then came New Years, I don’t do resolutions, but I usual have something I am hoping for or hope to do. This year I want to limit the amount of negativity in my life. That sounds like a big goal, but it needs to happen. I am surviving with stage four cancer with a recurrence, the death of my son (my heart), the death of my husband, the loss of my family, agoraphobia, other health issues and my panic and anxiety. I think at this point wanting less negativity is a necessity.

The new year has brought with it more progress on the book, 15 chapters done and I am working on the last three. My hope for this year is to find a publisher. My goal to this point was to finish the book, I didn’t want to leave it unfinished. And now with the finish line is sight, I want to be able to see it published. It’s funny what started out as something I wasn’t sure I really want to do has grown into this huge accomplishment, I am so proud of this project and my hope has always been that it might help someone else.

For more information about the aprons please visit Gram C’s Vintage Aprons Facebook page. http://www.facebook.com/gram.c.vintage.aprons


Mile Markers and Grief

June 11th was the third anniversary of my son Robby’s death.  This day comes 6 days after his birthday, that’s still hard to process.  I find the special days like birthdays, holidays and anniversaries, are like mile markers on this journey called grief.  For me, I find myself traveling along, then the anxiety kicks in, I realize the date and I know what’s coming.  My most recent experience with this started in May, a month that brings my Mom’s birthday and ends with the anniversary of her death.  This is followed closely by Robby’s birthday on June 5th and, as I mentioned, his anniversary on the 11th.

I realize that the term mile markers might seem odd, it may be.  When I learned to drive being able to read a map was a necessity.  Most people carried folded maps in the glove box, and/or a Thomas Brothers map book.  An important part of reading a map was being sure where you were, that was the importance of the mile markers on the highways.   I have found that on this grief journey there are times when I’m not sure which way I am going and a mile marker would be helpful.  Then there have been times when it feels like there are too many markers and it becomes overwhelming.  There is no map or guide book for this journey.

I have come to believe two things, one is as long as you are moving that’s enough.  And two, the mile markers are love.  It’s the love that helps lead us in the right direction.  And I believe it’s the love that can help us survive this journey called grief.

It’s Just Another New Year……

Well here we are at the beginning of another year.  I wonder what this new year will bring.  I don’t do resolutions, I gave those up a long time ago.  But there are always things I am hopeful about at the beginning of a new year.  There are the obvious things like good health, success, time with friends and family and happiness.  There are other things I am hopeful for this year, I would LOVE to see my book published this year, I want to travel to Portland to see my family, I want to get my passport and make more memories with the people that I love.

The other thing the beginning of the new year represents for me is the beginning of another year without my heart, my Robby.  I can’t believe he has been gone 2-1/2 years, it feels like forever and it feels like 5 minutes ago.    There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my son, Robby.  Now for the closest thing to a resolution I will make, this year I hope to find and understand my ‘new normal’.  I know life will never be the same without Robby, so I have to make a new life, a new normal.  That doesn’t mean leaving the past behind me, I carry my memories with me like precious cargo.  It just means I need to figure out what my life will be going forward.

So I think I am ready to see what this year will bring…….hopefully ready.

Gold shiny Happy New year 2019 3d rendering at wooden block table and blur wood wall,Holiday greeting card for social media.

It’s Begining to Look a Lot Like……The Holidays…..Again

I can’t figure out where the year has gone!  So much has happened in 2018, both good and bad.  Some things are carrying over into the new year, also good and bad.  I decided that the last two years I felt obligated to do Christmas.  In 2016 I put up the tree because I knew it would be my last Christmas in the house.  And last year I put up the tree because it was the first Christmas in my new house.  This year I wanted Christmas to feel like a choice.  So I have put a tree and I have tried to ‘do’ Christmas.  The holidays are really tough since Robby is gone and I know they will never be the same.  So this year I am starting my search for the new normal for holidays.  There’s got to be a way that’s at least a little less painful.

I did some things I hadn’t done for a while, like sewing and painting.  I had forgotten how much I enjoyed making things.  I made a couple of aprons like my Great Grandma Clare wore.  She has been on my mind a lot this Christmas.  I spent a lot of time with her growing up and she taught me so many things like cooking, baking, how to wear and apron and about the power of positive thinking.  I find myself missing my family this year and the realization that my family traditions end with me has left me sad.

But now with Christmas behind me, I am looking forward to New Years and the possibilities that a new year can bring.

One Year…..What a Year

Well I have survived the first year (actually almost a year and a half) in my new place.  It has been quite the year, it has included my cancer recurrence, the second birthday Robby wasn’t here for, the second anniversary of his death, a failed friendship and a new relationship.  I’ll start where I left off last year, I am feeling more at home here, that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the old house.  I think there will always be part of me that will miss that house, so many years and so many memories!

I finished my chemotherapy and had surgery to remove the tumor.  Now I am back on the three month plan with my oncologist.  She believes that we are going to be in a pattern where we will find something, treat it and I will be okay for a short time.  Then we will find something, treat it and I will for okay for a short time……….  This time my tumor was sent for genetic testing, which revealed another issue, I am BRC-2 positive.  So now I am in the high risk breast cancer program.  It also puts me at risk for other various cancers.  I have decided since I finished treatment that I will do all my monitoring, but I refuse to make my life all about cancer.

June is not my favorite month and this year I feel like it started in May.  Of course May 30th is when my mom died, 8 years ago.  Then June 5th, Robby’s birthday, kicked my butt! A very close friend from my support group came over and I shared pictures, video and stories of Robby and that felt good.  Another friend came and brought cupcakes from the bakery where we always got Robby’s cake.  His birthday seemed harder this year, but last year I was selling the house and moving, which provided some distraction.  I know it will never be easier, but I didn’t expect it to be worse.  Then there was June 11th, the anniversary of the day he died.  And of course all the holidays, they are difficult, but I have made more of an effort this year to face them.

I have been working on the book a lot.  I think my recurrence last year has motivated me, I really want to finish it.  I feel even more excitement about the book and can’t wait to see it published.  I am going to be posting more often on here.  I know I have said that before, but with my renewed dedication to the book, I feel that same dedication about this blog.

 

Looking Forward to the New Year….With Great Hope

As I have written many times before, this year has been full of challenges, difficult times and some bright spots.  Over the past year I have seen Robby’s health decline (I started writing this in his hospital room), I have seen close friends suffer through some tough medical issues, we survive having flooring installed at home (this was done during one Robby’s trips to the hospital), I made an effort, as always, to celebrate everything (not always easy), there have been countless ER visits, hospital stays and a endless number of doctor visits.  But the important thing is that Robby and I have had another year together-that makes it all worthwhile.  I am always the optimist, even when there seems to be no reason to be.  So, that is what makes me hopeful about the new year, but I have decided to set my optimistic bar low-what I hope for is a year that is at least no worse that this one and hopefully a little better.  We will see how that goes, as time will only tell.  

I wish everyone a Happy New Year and that the year will find you well and hopefully with less stress and anxiety.

New Year-New Possibilities

It’s always interesting to me how perceptions change as we get older.  When I was young New Years Eve was really just an excuse to party with friends, then it seem to become a time to celebrate and reflect on the year that was ending and look forward to the year that was starting.  But now I find it is a combination of all of that, but mostly for me it’s like a fresh start.  For me every Monday is start-over day, a chance to do better, be more organized and…..  New Years is like the ultimate start-over day.  It gives the opportunity to leave at least some of the past behind and to look forward to new possibilities that life can offer.  In case you haven’t picked-up on it yet, I will admit I am an optimist-although life has forced me over the years to be a bit of a realist as well.

This New Year’s Day I celebrated once again with my son, Robby.  We wore silly metallic party hats, we had noise makers and I was happy to celebrate the beginning of another year with my son.  In past years New Years was just another anxiety filled holiday, the unknown can be so scary.  But now I have so many ‘unknowns’ in my life, I try not to focus on that and then it seems at least a little less scary and less filled with anxiety.  I have no idea what this year will bring or where it may take us, but I am going to try the less anxiety approach and just try focus on the possibilities and remain hopeful………

I wish you all a Happy New Year and let’s see what the coming year brings!!!!!

Thoughts of Christmas-Past and Present

Each year as the holidays grow closer I find myself remembering Christmas’ past, especially the ones when I was a little girl before my Grandfather died (he died when I was seven).  There was something so special about those Christmas’, it was a feeling in the air.  It had nothing to do with presents, it felt warm, loving and even magical.  The holidays were filled with lights, family, friends, baking, cooking, entertaining and going to see Santa.  After Grandpa died those feelings of Christmas were gone, they were replaced with memories of family tension, disagreements and even anger.  This was not Christmas as I knew it and I have tried year after year to get it back, but so far I have not be successful.  

This year we had the priviledge of spending Christmas Eve with our adopted family.  Every year they have a very large open house with family and friends; it is quite a gathering.  I dressed Robby in his Santa pants and hat then Kevin, Robby and I were off.  It was amazing seeing everyone, meeting some family members I had not yet met, sharing wonderful food and conversation and seeing the kids run, play and laugh; it felt like Christmas.  Robby made friends with Grammy, who shared cookies and other treats with him.  He also watched the kids running and playing, Jo’s three year old grandson Jude had fun throwing a foam airplane at Robby and Robby didn’t seem to mind.  Seeing the excitement and joy in the faces of the children took me back to the Christmas’ with my Grandpa.  It made me think that perhaps the feeling I have been searching for is really about simple joy and love and sharing both with the people I love.

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