Hi. It has been a while since I shared. On Sun. Feb 28 I lost my husband of 22 years. I am 66 and with his love and support lived with fibro, chronic fatigue syn and degenerative disk (severe). He had his pains also. We helped each other. I could bend, he couldn't. He had strength and the endurance I didn't. He did most of the cooking, all laundry, scooping cats litter, take out trash.
I have already checked about light housekeeping/cooking with insurance. Maybe.
I overdid badly the last 2 weeks of his life. He had a cold, went to hospitals for tests, then suddenly he was in ICU with pneumonia (I have questions about what led to his death- will talk with attorney). I had to go to the hospital, take care of things with cats, eat, drink fluids, battle pain cause no one was here to push my wheelchair cause from car to ICU was long walk. Spent hours with him.
Now my body is paying the price. Usual muscle cramps, exhaustion- severe, dizzy, can barely feed cats let alone myself. NO FRIENDS or family here except one who came over (reluctantly to make me some chicken salad yesterday.) My next door neighbor- my husband's best friend here (we move here 2 yr ago- ppl keep to themselves here) told me today to get up and take the rent check in myself- that everybody here has body pains- get over it.
He as well as most don't understand the nature of our condition. My rheumatologist is my sole supporter. I see him in a few days.
WHY AM I WRITING? I need support. One friend of the few true friends I have (problems show u who are true friends) one friend coming from San Francisco to Hemet which is about 1 hr outside of Los Angeles in the desert towards Palm Springs. She is helping me for 3 days. There isn't anyone else. My sister was here when Jay was in ICU and can't take more time off.
How do I get through this? Please don't say one day at a time. I have accepted he is dead. I am dealing with 4 very upset cats still. But his medications- what do I do with them? His shirts are on the bed- the cats want to sleep on them. He had so much stuff. I will sell a lot of the things of value. But I barely could pack to move here and I was healthier then. How do I start boxing his things to sell or donate them without exhausting myself?
Please any emotional or verbal support you can provide will be appreciated- but no more I am so sorry for your situation, or to hear about his death, or "I feel for you" nonsense.