I thought January was a bad month because I spent more money than I planned, but compared to what's been happening lately, I don't know why I thought that was even a concern.
To begin with, Edie hasn't been doing that good. The drug she's been taking for the past several months, Carfilzomab, is starting to take its toll, and her neuropathy seems to be getting worse. She's having more trouble just getting around, and climbing stairs is particularly daunting.
Then this morning I learned a friend, the person who built our back patio, and the husband of the girl I worked with for over 20 years, died this morning.
He had gone in for, what I thought would be, a routine double heart valve replacement on the 19th of February. Unfortunately that just wasn't the case. He was on the table for about 8 hours, and on the pump for almost 5 hours. (By contrast, my entire operation lasted 3 hours 14 minutes, and I was on the pump for only 42 minutes.)
It was then discovered one of the valves was leaking, and he needed another operation to correct it. So it was back to the operating room 2 days later.
The second operation didn't go so well either, lasting longer than planned, and it was all down hill from there.
It's difficult to think about these things, or know how to react. No one can ever know what's in store for them. You don't have to be old to get sick. (I think John was 10 years younger than me.) You don't even have to be in bad shape to get sick. It doesn't even have to be an illness that does us in. Anything can happen to anyone, anytime, and without warning.
It's times like these, all I try to do is take pause, and remember
Life's just way too short for that, but most of all, never forget
Rest in peace John
To begin with, Edie hasn't been doing that good. The drug she's been taking for the past several months, Carfilzomab, is starting to take its toll, and her neuropathy seems to be getting worse. She's having more trouble just getting around, and climbing stairs is particularly daunting.
Then this morning I learned a friend, the person who built our back patio, and the husband of the girl I worked with for over 20 years, died this morning.
He had gone in for, what I thought would be, a routine double heart valve replacement on the 19th of February. Unfortunately that just wasn't the case. He was on the table for about 8 hours, and on the pump for almost 5 hours. (By contrast, my entire operation lasted 3 hours 14 minutes, and I was on the pump for only 42 minutes.)
It was then discovered one of the valves was leaking, and he needed another operation to correct it. So it was back to the operating room 2 days later.
The second operation didn't go so well either, lasting longer than planned, and it was all down hill from there.
It's difficult to think about these things, or know how to react. No one can ever know what's in store for them. You don't have to be old to get sick. (I think John was 10 years younger than me.) You don't even have to be in bad shape to get sick. It doesn't even have to be an illness that does us in. Anything can happen to anyone, anytime, and without warning.
It's times like these, all I try to do is take pause, and remember
Not to sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff
Life's just way too short for that, but most of all, never forget
The future is just a concept we use to avoid living today
Rest in peace John
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It [life] is so hard to accept. You never think you're going to die, but at the same time you know it's inevitable.
What's a person to do?
Such is life, I guess. It sucks, and then...............