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I laid next to my wife, telling her it would all be ok, as she hugged her special teddy bear and cried.
She ain't getting better. She is getting worse. Parkinson's disease does not get better.
36, beautiful, a life full of dreams now gone. Right hand locking up, dropping things. Right foot not listening to her brain and doing what it wants.
Sick most days and bed ridden. Wanting to just see her 6 yr old daughter grow up, graduate, etc and so on.
And I am out of work now, but I will manage, but that is just more stress for her on top of it all. And even if I get work, there is no one here at home to care for her. So either way I am screwed. I may have enough to live off for a year if I am lucky, but by then she will be worse anyway and leaving home to work won't be much of an option.
Tell me how I am supposed to hold her like I did tonight and tell her it will be all ok. Because that is what I did. Sure, some days she is ok and can function well and kick ass, but mostly now she is on another down swing and she just can't do it. Last bad stretch like this she was in bed 3 months, this time will be worse.
But still I tell her it will all be ok. And sometimes she tells me she wishes she could take the whole bottle of sleeping pills and end it all. But won't because we have a little girl to raise.
I can lie to her and tell her it will be ok, but I cannot any longer to myself.
She is getting worse, we have no health insurance, I am out of work (laid off), and while we have some good days most now are bad for her. And I am getting more sick as well from the stress.
Money wise, we should be ok for a spell when my checks get here. But I grew up with little money and that is the least of my worries. Money I can make with hard work - but this is something that no matter how hard I try I cannot fix.
How the fuck am I supposed to tell her it will all be ok, when it won't?
I can't cure this, I can't stop this, all I can do is tell her it is all ok and spend what little time we have doing something she enjoys.
She won't ever see Ireland or England like she desires. She will see the redwoods again once I get my checks I will take her there. But the big dreams she had are gone. And I hate that.
How do I tell her that? I can't. And I won't.
My heart is so broken - not for myself, but for her.
Maybe it will get better, maybe it will all be ok. Maybe I am telling myself that because it is all I have left right now to believe in.
But deep down that rational part of me knows the truth, and hates it so much I reject it.
Either way, I cannot give up. If I get nothing else in this life I pray to God I get a chance to do what I promised her 9 years ago I would do - make her dreams come true.
But it seems out of my power now. And how do I tell her that?
I can't. I won't.
So I just ask that you pray for me and send good vibes, so that maybe a miracle will happen.
She is a good woman, and I hope someday to be as good a person as she is.
I love you hun, I just pray to god I can be strong for you. I pray it all gets better.
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