One year ago this week, I brought my beloved husband back to my very favorite Caribbean island, Puerto Rico, to enjoy a 25th anniversary return to la isla del encanto. I had retired at the end of 2019, and Spouse and I planned lots of travel during 2020 with the new free time I was going to have.
Back in the 80s, 90s, and 2000s, I traveled a LOT to this island for…
Holding his hand
Today, February 5, it has been one month since my beloved husband let go on January 5th. I stayed the night with him the night before at the Hospice, holding his hand all.night.long. They kept telling me all day the 4th that “your husband is ‘close’ and not to expect him to live much longer.”
But as usual, my testadura — the ever stubborn — defied prognostications. He lived through the night, and died the next morning when I had to let go when the nurses needed to adjust him in his bed.
Today, one month on, how am I doing?
One month ago, Thursday, December 31, which is usually during non-pandemic times a festive party time, instead, I arrived at the hospital at 7am to be with my husband. He had been hospitalized since the Sunday before with a nasty internal bacterial infection. I finally broke through the “Covid no visitor” policy since my husband was close to death.
I found him in really bad shape, even worse than when I left him the night before. He was having a lot of trouble breathing and he had a nasogastric (NG) tube in his nose, down his throat.
Where did that come from? Why was that there? Thus began a terribly difficult and fateful day of decision-making.
I have had several regular readers of this blog reach out to extend their condolences on the recent death of my beloved husband. I appreciate that.
Some people also offered information on how they handled similar situations when their husband or long-time partner died.
Concerns described to me about “trigger points” for grief made me realize just how I am benefiting, oddly, by…
I have to admit, these last couple weeks since my sweet husband let go, I have been grieving. Some readers of this blog have sent me email of condolences and suggestions on self-care.
Here is more of the story of what happened, and how I am being cared for in the worst time of personal grief…
As I mentioned on my January 1 blog entry, Spouse was terminally ill. And not with Covid — his kidneys were irreparably damaged by medical treatment, and then he contracted an infection that was too overwhelming and he could not survive.
I brought him to …
I have not been blogging here for a long time because…
Hey there, loyal readers and followers of this blog.
Yes, I know that I haven’t posted anything in a long time. I really don’t want this blog to stop. However, two things are affecting my posting frequency on this “bootedmanblog” blog. Read on if interested…
Yay… I’ve circled the sun one more time as of today. Best yet: Spouse baked me my favorite cake!
But today is about the most weird non-birthday I will ever have.
There are two reasons for that…
27 years ago, April 25, 1993, timidly I pulled on my first pair of leather chaps with tall black boots, a leather shirt with a plain black leather vest, and hopped on my motorcycle. I rode to a basement apartment in downtown Washington DC.
I was there to meet some new friends who were starting up an “MC” club. My naivete at the time had me believing “MC” meant motorcycle. Ha!
Anyway, our new group gathered to join…