18 June 2025
We the People - episode 45
I’ve been very much enjoying my best friend’s visit. We have been best friends since 1979! So if I’ve seemed distracted this last week, that’s why.
The nice part is that I’ve spent a lot less time online, which is good for my mental health in some ways, although in other ways it makes me feel like I’m missing important things. But what I’m accomplishing with my best friend’s help right now (going through boxes, particularly boxes of fabric) is both necessary and good for my husband’s mental health as well.
What’s on your mind? What have I been missing?
Ladies and Gentlemen, the floor is yours!
So glad you are visiting with your good friend Celia! I find myself incredibly grateful for each friend I still have left. .Blessed blessed rain! We are finally getting some. I hope it is enough. Bad wildfires up in British Columbia were already sending smoke our way. It's way too early for this. So scary.
My husband passed away yesterday. We discovered he was very sick inside about 6 weeks when he presented with symptoms of a bleeding ulcer. The ER doctors did a CT scan of his abdomen and discovered many worse things. His previous routine bood work had given no indication. His yearly physicals told him he was healthy, watch the weight, keep the glucose down, exercise. The usual stuff. The other evening he fell headfirst down the stairs and crashed his head through the drywall. There was no shout, no evidence of resisting. Just a pool of blood under his head. We got him to a trauma center but he never woke up. A head scan showed he had two strokes, so we have to conclude that’s what caused the fall. After waiting and praying for days he would wake up, the doctors said there was no hope. The ventilator was removed. He breathed on his own for a while, and then passed.
We do mammograms and colonoscopies as routine preventative measures. Why not a quick scan of the liver and surrounding organs before it’s too late? Especially when the blood tests are unreliable. Had he survived the fall, the prognosis and course of treatment were daunting and not guaranteed. Why weren’t these lesions observed a long time ago when they were small?
As horrible as all this is, I take some comfort in knowing he went fast, in no pain, never knew what hit him. He would have suffered from all the treatments the doctors would have thrown at him, leaving him a shriveled up, miserable mess.
I like to this my handy husband was taken home because God needs an addition build for when I arrive, and He knew my husband is the perfect guy for the job.
I did not say Goodbye, I said, See ya’ later, sweetheart.