So. In the 15 years (yeah. 15) that we have been together, my husband has had pancreatitis once. Before that, twice. (If you don’t know what this is, it’s when your pancreas becomes seriously inflamed and interferes with your body’s ability to process glucose. And yes, excessive alcohol use causes this.) Anyhow, enter him telling me the other night he feels it coming on. And that he’s going to “drink himself into the hospital.” Yeah. You read that right. Not stop drinking or anything. But drink himself into the hospital so he can get fluids and help himself. What kind of idiot is he??!!
I’ve decided that I have been placed on this Earth to see how strong just one person can be. I’ve been blessed with migraines since 20. Watched my mom go through breast cancer. Had a broken heart a few times. Struggled with infertility. Had my credit stolen. Twice. (Both by family members.) Dad has full blown Alzheimer’s. All my grandparents are dead and never met my children.
But. I keep going. Isn’t that the point? To not stop or give up? That whole “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” line? Or “don’t stop, get it, get it!!” I keep my cards pretty close to my chest. It’s something I’ve learned over the years. But I’ve got to somehow start letting the anger and emotions out. Not just for me, but for my boys.
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