Busting Through The Fog Of Sad Times
Working your way through a normal emotion
My friend lost her husband this week. Unexpectedly. One morning he was playing with his granddaughter. That night he was hospitalized. The next day he was dead. They had been together since they were 15-years old. Their 39th wedding anniversary is today. My friend is heartbroken. Truly. Not in the cliche’ kind of way. I ache with sadness as I think of her future without him.
Another friend is fighting pancreatic cancer. She started a new drug regime this week. She has lesions on her liver that are growing. Fighting this disease has been her life since December 2018. She has already exceeded the timetable they set for her. There is joy in that, but yet it invades all she does. There is a pall of sadness.
My 82-year old mom has dementia. It seems to be getting worse at an alarming rate. Since my dad died three and a half years ago, she has struggled with depression, and I know this memory loss is scaring her. She won’t return to the neurologist, and while we could probably force it, it goes against our beliefs to take that control away from her right now. She is aware her memory is leaving her, though not to the degree we observe. Hearing our family history through her words is frustrating. It’s not our truth. But how do you correct a brain at this stage? Being…
