This is may third attempt to revive my blog. I have no idea why, but when I start once again, I lose my interest in blogging very soon.
I hope I will write regularly this time. *shrugmyshoulders*
Lots of things in my life have changed.
The biggest thing happening was my father's death this month. He was 68 years old.
He died of cancer, which he was diagnosed with two years ago. The first operation was a success, the doctors didn't find any sign of metastases (or is it filiae in english?), all his lymphatic nods they removed have been okay, and as he felt better after his operation and his rehab, we thought that he was lucky this time.
But in the fall of 2008, he lost weight very fast, couldn't eat and was admitted to the hospital again. The doctors were not sure what they saw on all the pics they've taken, the ultrasound did show something, as did the CAT scan and the gastroscopy. So they decided to make a laparatomy once again.
They didn't find bleeding ulcers (as we all hoped), but another carcinoma. After the operation, my father was advised to have a chemotherapy. He denied.
He was so weak after his stay in hospital, that he thought he wouldn't celebrate christmas - but after some weeks, he gained weight, felt better - and we all wanted to believe that this was it.
It wasn't. He was taken to the hospital in April this year with a weight of less than 60 kilograms (and he was 1,85m tall). The doctors couldn't do anything, but he stayed there for several weeks. We are sure, that our father didn't tell us everything he knew about his condition, but it was so clearly visible for everyone that he was very, very ill. A chemotherapy was an option, but as he was so weak there was no sense in doing it - it would have killed him earlier and cause him pain, nausea and all these things that come with chemo.
So he came home in May, my hubby, our son and I visited him a few days later, and he died just 36 hours after we left for home.
It's hard to live in a world without dad, but it's okay that he didn't have to suffer too bad. His last weeks were hard enough for him and my mom.
Well, mom - she's fine so far. She was with him in his final hours, and as she never witnessed someone else's death before, she was overwhelmed and overextended. Mom is really brave. She misses him a lot (they were married for 40 years!), but she is glad that his suffering stopped. She tells me nearly every day on the phone, that she thinks several times a day "He's coming home soon" or that she reads something in the newspaper and thinks "I gotta tell Tom about this". That's pretty normal and okay.
Other news are:
- I have finished my job-training with really high marks (most of them a 1, which is an A in the US) and was the best of my course.
- I have a new job as an adviser or counselor. People who have questions about our care system or how to apply for help from their health-care or how to find a good nursing home - they come to us and we try to help them. Most of the time they just need to talk. But the salary is a really bad joke, so money has become rare and very valuable.
- My hubby and I are on good terms, even better than that. I just lowered my expectations a lot, and now it works most of the time. Especially since he has a new hobby. We still love each other, but we don't need to spend too much time together.
- My sleeping disorder - is still there, I'm still dependent on zolpidem and my neurologist tries to wean me from it.
- I have met a very interesting man, who isn't interested in me; he has no idea what he is missing. ;)
So, that's all for now.
~Isis