Monday, June 20, 2011


Even though I know that the odds are in favor of it happening eventually, I am in total denial about the fact that one day, my parents will no longer be around.  I talk to my mother every day, often multiple times.  She is unquestionably my best friend.  The thought of something happening to her or to my dad makes me sick to my stomach.  I have a hard time processing the thought.

So it makes it hard to know how to help my husband.  His father is dying.

J came back from Australia having said his good-byes.  He said he was at peace with his dad and that he had said what he needed to say to him.

But really, there's no way it was that easy.  And in the back of his mind, there was a hope, a belief -- however unrealistic -- that maybe there was more time than there really is.

So we started talking about maybe going to Australia for a couple or three years.  J can make crazy money there, and I could get a job doing something, maybe working for an American law firm or something, and we could save money and get out of debt and spend Denis's last years with him.  He could get to know his grandchildren.  He's met Zeke only once and he's never met Josie at all.  It would provide J with some closure.  He could spend some time in his home and have precious time with his father.

But I don't think there's much time left.  Denis had a treatment that was sort of a last ditch effort.  It didn't work.  He can't walk unassisted anymore, the lesions on his brain are getting worse and his condition is deteriorating.  The doctors are going to try one last round of radiation, but if it doesn't work, that's it.

And honestly, I don't think it will.  And I think in his heart of hearts, J doesn't think so either.

If I were a betting woman, I would take odds that he's got maybe a month left.

I don't know what J wants to do if Denis dies.  If he still wants to go to Australia for a few years.  I don't have any particular desire to move again -- I feel like we're finally getting settled, my job is going really well, the kids are happy.  But if he really wants me to, if it's what he needs, I will.

He's just so sad.


  1. I'm so sorry, Wendy. Hugs to you all.

  2. Andrea Wiener11:37 PM

    Wendy, I'm so so sorry. Please give Jason our love and the same to you. I can't fathom it.

  3. I am so sorry, Wendy. Death sucks. I lost my dad six months ago and then today I am going to a funeral for my friend's husband. He was 40 and died fighting a church fire. I thought that losing my dad was hard. But the thought of losing my husband ends me. Be there for Jason. Great husbands are worth doing just about anything for. {{{HUGS}}}

  4. tears, big big tears. I agree with Ferreh, an amazing husband is worth doing anything for! losing a parent doesn't get any easier. it's been 2 years and I still cry in the middle of the night while feeding my little one. they say "happy wife, happy life" but it works the other way too. The only constant in life is that things will change and the more you resist change, the harder it will hit you. wish I was closer to hug all of you.