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tudicap
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« on: June 08, 2010, 06:42:23 AM » |
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It would be nice if life didn't have this obsession with getting messy from time to time, it really would. But as we all know, it does. I have been playing with a great group on Ywain and enjoying what time I do get to steal to play, but rl has once again jumped up demanding attention, much like one of those little yappy dogs that seem everywhere nowadays.
Those I played with on Kay and then Gareth know about my Dad. He has had asbestoses in his lungs from working with asbestos for years, and now has less than 1/4 of his lungs left. Then a few years ago he had a stroke, about a year after we lost my Mom to cancer. The stroke left him with his right side completely paralyzed...including the muscles in his throat. Two of my brothers live with him, probably soon to be three, and they have to really watch his swallowing because the muscles don't work right since only one side works and sometimes the food goes down the wrong way. He's been slowly deteriorating, though he has hung on much longer than I expected him ever to. While I don't want to see him go, I know it's coming. But even knowing it's coming doesn't make it any easier.
Just yesterday we found out he has a cancerous growth on his face. Whether it is just that one spot or whether it is another result of the years he worked with asbestos we won't know until next month when he goes in for surgery. With his current health conditions, they can't do the surgery earlier. He has to be gotten ready to go under a general anesthesia, and they are being very careful with him because of his lungs. I've said for a while now that as long as he wants to continue to live, he will. He is the strongest willed person that I know. When he decides he's done with living, he will be gone in that instant.
A second way that life has just hit us hard is that my husband's truck broke down. It took them two weeks to fix it. No miles on the road means no paycheck. I currently have $50 to last two weeks to feed the household of 8 people. I'm not counting my hubby since he's not here to eat. And the grown children living with us? well, they're struggling too financially. My oldest son is currently between jobs, and all the money his wife makes is going toward their bills. She works in home health care and has injured her wrist, so her ability to work at her job is very limited. You can't lift people, which is a basic part of the job, if your wrist can't do it. My youngest son and his wife are in the same boat. They are only living with us because she had cancer surgery that completely wiped them out financially to begin with. Her insurance footed a big part of the bill, but they still have a huge hospital bill looming over them, as well as car payments for their transportation back and forth to work. He's currently looking for a job because the company he worked for was caught cheating on a government contract and no longer exists. The grown kids want to help, but this hit at a really bad time for them, too.
It's not as bad as it could be because I did buy meat when it was on sale and put it away in the freezer, so at least that should be covered for most of the two weeks. But we do have three growing children who drink a LOT of milk, so I will need that money to go to the basics that get used up....milk, eggs, etc. They may get tired of spaghetti or the infamous tuna and egg noodle dishes, but they will not go hungry. And it's only for a finite, known time this time. It really hit harder than the sparse times over the last year because they just reinstated the pays they had cut. He actually got one nice paycheck before the truck broke, but I had used that to catch up on bills that had to wait because times had been so lean for us. But, he is out in the truck, so things should ease up in a couple of weeks so that I can be back to farming those pesky dragonsworn for their broken and worn crafting drops.
/hugs
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« Last Edit: June 09, 2010, 05:16:28 AM by tudicap »
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"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty, well- preserved body. But rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, WOW....what a ride!"
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