Don Alaska
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I wonder that same things @Tony Page . I have always assumed that I would die before my wife, as I am older and my family doesn't live long lives, while she has a family history of living into the hundreds. Her mother continued to visit us by herself until she was 90. She even came to the bush while we were there and took al long boat ride on a wilderness river for a picnic on a sandbar. She was one tough lady, and my wife is the same. I don't know what I would do if she predeceased me, but, like you, feel I would manage somehow. I have watched quite a number of long-married couples die within weeks of one another. My brother lost his wife just a few months short of 50 years married, but, although he became a recluse for a while, is now out and spending time with his wile's old friends and her family. He has taken on the mission of checking on the "old people" who are the same age as he is.The other night, when my wife was having BP issues, I called my daughter she lives with her family on the second floor. She didn’t even let my wife finish a sentence. She was on the phone calling 911. My wife looked that bad
This recent visit to the ER for my wife, my thoughts, was running downhill like a snowball in a mountain of snow rolling downhill and getting bigger and bigger until it's ready to burst. While sitting there watching her, I realized she's a lot more fragile than she seems. She's appears to be a strong lady.
I mean, she's a recent cancer patient in remission. A year before the cancer appeared, she had intestinal problems with 2 major surgeries within 3 months and wound up in the hospital for 10 days with each surgery, of which 3 of the days each time she was in ICU. She was septic and had peritonitis. I almost lost her twice. She has a colostomy now because of her intestinal problem. Adding to her a list of health issues is heart trouble.
I was thinking if I lost her, what would I do? She is my anchor, the main beam holding me up. I suppose I could survive, but one of the reasons for my survival would be gone. I fear the loneliness would be unbearable. I feel selfish like the "poor me syndrome." Worry about myself when my wife could be dying. All this depresses me. My worries, taking some of my sleep away, makes me tired.
It's been a couple of days since her hospital visit. Today, she is back to normal. I'm starting to be thinking better and clearer. My worries are getting lighter. It's going to be a good day.
