This has not been the best of years.
As you may recall my husband was deployed to Afghanistan. In addition to all the “normal” concerns this would bring up, in my case it creates some extra concerns. Because of my disability I do rely on my husband to help me with a lot of things. Without him here, it was a constant struggle to get help in to do the things I cannot do myself. I am happy to report that he has come home well and whole. It’s terrific to have him here, I missed him so much!
After his return, his father ended up needing serious surgery to amputate one of his legs due to diabetes. This was a very long, involved process as his father was already in very poor cardiac health and they weren’t sure he could survive the surgery in the first place. He made it through the surgery, and spent several months convalescing in a nursing facility. Finally in June he was allowed to come home with his new artificial limb! Everyone was so happy to have him home, and he was doing super well with the new limb. In fact, almost two weeks after he got home he was walking on the limb without the assistance of his cane or walker. We were all thrilled, and he and my Mother in law immediately started planning camping trips and excursions etc. They went on a trip with some family to a casino in Minnesota, and returned home a few days later. Then, he died. Suddenly, shockingly. He woke up, went to the bathroom for his morning routines, came back to bed and threw the ball for his dog a few times. Out of no where he grabbed for his wife, said her name twice, and was gone. Like that, my husband lost his Dad and my Mother in law lost her husband of forty years, a mere two weeks after he returned home from his surgery.
The next bit is just a blur. There was frantic racing to get a funeral planned, finances figured out, and grief to handle. After the dust settled, and my husband and I returned home we thought that we’d get back to the “new normal” now. The next day I was in a car accident. (Not my fault at least, thankfully.) Now I am in physical therapy trying to get back to my baseline from the injuries I sustained. Our vehicle was severely damaged as well.
In addition I have encountered some new health issues, and will be scheduled for surgery soon.
Most recently, in a crushing blow, we lost the OCP. At the young age of 9, we were forced to do right by the best dog there ever was, and put him to sleep. He was diagnosed with hermangiosarcoma, a largely untreatable type of cancer. I am still reeling from the loss of my very best bud. Nothing at this farm will ever be the same again.
This is not the whole of the difficulties we’ve encountered, but it’s a summary of some of the worst this year. 2013 has not been kind to us.