progress or not?

Just got back from a short Memorial Day visit to see Dad. We arrived late Thursday night and I was pretty out of it (tired), so I didn't notice that Dad seemed confused and a bit out of it as well. The next morning, he was not making much sense either. Then he got a radiation treatment and a steroid shot and he became much more coherent. Through the TK grapevine, I heard that he's had several seizures lately and has stopped both working and driving. His brain is swollen and they don't really know why. Also, his multiple doctors said that with any other patient, they'd put him in hospice. I'm not sure if they aren't putting him in there b/c he's an oncologist or because he's a stubborn dude and wouldn't go anyway. What I do know is that hospice is where they send people to die. When there's nothing else to do to treat the patient. His appetite has nearly disappeared and his body is withering away. His grouchiness is growing-- but wouldn't yours if you knew you were at the end of your life. I simply cannot imagine what goes through his head. He sleeps 18-20 hours per day. I want so badly for him to have fun during his last days....I'm trying to deal with all this through watching Grateful Dead DVDs and probably taking more pain pills than I should. My husband got upset with me last night and I felt so very small, like an ugly insect crawling through a crack in the wall. I just smoked and it kicked in everything else big time, so apparently I was talking nonsense, or starting sentences and not remembering what I'm talking about midway through. I know I'm doing it too, which is kinda scary. It's like it makes sense in my head, but doesn't come out the right way. He told me he's worried about me, and had a very serious, sad look on his face. He worries about me, I worry mostly about everyone else but myself. Sometimes I do worry about my Rxs. The pain pills definitely help with my mood in addition to the pain itself.,,I've felt like a horrible wife lately. He does so much for me, especially in the realm of my emotions. Me? I don't know if I'm there enough for him. He's got emotions too, just like every man, whether they admit it or not. Not just that either. I don't get things done. He might ask for me to do a very simple task, but it seems like he has to ask multiple times before I do anything. I'm so bloody lazy. I don't even keep up with this blog as much as I should. Should should should. I'm always...often using the Shoulds. Here I go into my therapy terminology. I need not call myself lazy, just my lack of activity...back to being a bad wife. I'm home most of the time and I don't go out and do the grocery shopping and fix him dinner every night. There are external things that make that difficult, however - as a vegetarian, it truly grosses me out to cook meat, especially chicken with that nasty white tendon running through the breast. Gag. We're both picky in our own ways, which doesn't help. I'm a boring cook, if you could even call me a cook. I want to be able to just throw stuff together to make a delish healthy meal, and that certainly doesn't happen. I collect recipes that I never use. If I could just make everything vegetarian (or change to be an omnivore, which will never happen) it would be easier. I think today I will go through some of my recipes and have a nice dinner waiting for him this evening...I take care of the financial stuff, but I haven't even been keeping up with that much lately. I was actually late on a payment, but thankfully they removed the extra fees and didn't raise my interest rate...He's really on me about getting serious about my health. What have I done about it? Ate two more donuts for brekkie. I'm getting fatter by the hour. Can't I just go outside for a walk? Perhaps today will be a good day for that - it's not over 80 and humid as. But the latter isn't even an excuse. I have DVDs and a phone app with exercises on it. Should be so easy. And I am so disgusted with my body, it just makes me want to eat more. I used to not eat when I was ultra depressed. Now it's the opposite. Wth? He just wants what's best for me and for me to take care of myself. Even if I can't do it for myself, I should do it for him. "I need you around," he told me last night...We had a talk a couple nights prior discussing my pill dependence and how I was not making any sense when I was talking, or I couldn't finish a sentence. That scares both of us. The worst thing that could happen to me would be to lose him somehow. I doubt he'd leave me, because he's too good of a guy, but you never know. I so often feel like a burden on him. That, among many other things, makes me sad. I even occasionally mention that and he laughs it off and tells me I'm not -- but he's got so much crap he has to deal with, then he comes home to a messy house, a fat wife and makes his own dinner. That isn't right. I'm not talking about being a old-school housewife, but I'm not really working - outside OR inside the home. So I should be up on the laundry and cleaning and doing things for him. I just feel like a waste of life sometimes...There's so much more to write about that subject, but I don't want to get into it right now. Bobby is on the telly singing Looks Like Rain. Some things take priority. hahahah

the family

What is family? Is it always the people who raised you or were raised with you? I don't believe that necessarily. Perhaps that's because my originating family is so fu**ed up. All of us have serious issues, some worse than others. My dad's dying of cancer, but he's also been having an affair for over 20 years, and it's my guess that there have been more than one. He should've done the right thing and divorced my mom years and years ago. They tried to stay together for the kids...and in the meantime all us kids are messed up from the constant chaos. I would've divorced my mother a long time ago if I was him. She's...got issues. She's a perfectionist with inappropriate filters. Or really, a lack of a filter. She's deeply depressed, but won't do anything about it (though I understand not wanting to take a bunch of pills and hit therapy all the time). She may be have some other mental issues, undiagnosed. She had a tempestuous relationship with her own mother and an unhealthy love for her father, since he actually showed her affection. So she has unresolved childhood issues that lead into a poor choice for marriage. Oh that is a whole other post, my mom. Especially about my wedding....my older brother has serious issues with women mainly b/c of her. His anger issues are rampant, but becoming more under control due to heavy therapy. His shyness, which is less than it used to be, is still daunting to many. He's actually much more balanced than the second (me) and third kid. The youngest somehow managed to miss a lot of the chaos, b/c, well, I don't know how. He's in therapy too and I am so proud of how well-adjusted he is. But us two middle kids are chaos incarnate. Especially my middle brother. He is an enraged alcoholic and addict who abuses a number of things and he's in a tortuous long-distance relationship. They met in rehab. Great eh? I know he's lonely but he's got a lot of work to do to himself before he can be with anyone else. And no matter how low he goes - legally dead, suicidal etc -- it doesn't seem to be rock bottom for him. My biggest fear for him is that...well, I don't know. Dead is the only bottom for him, it seems. I don't want that obviously. But I don't want him to continue to suffer in the mire like he has been for the past 15+ years -- that's not even including all the pain he's caused this family. He has no idea.... I'm trying to let go, like I keep being told, but he's my brother and we're close despite this shit....I'm over this entry. TMI

Apologies and forgiveness

I'm not trying to brag here, but there aren't too many people that I've really dicked over in my life to my knowledge. I'm a  pretty decent person all around. The opposite is not true. I've been screwed over by many a person, sometimes, admittedly because of my own actions. But not always....I've been in a very nostalgic mood lately and thought about two guys, well, one mainly (the other was more of a misinterpretation or misunderstanding rather than a "dicking over") that I seriously hurt. They may not admit it anymore, but I know it's true. And it is hurting me now. I need their forgiveness - the misunderstanding guy replied right away with a kind response, which made me feel a bit better. I mean, both these incidents happened over 20 years ago. (holy shit). But it's the other person who's leaving a hole in my ...? soul? heart? mind? because I feel like I really need his re-approval and forgiveness. I don't understand the demanding need I'm feeling at all. It basically came out of nowhere. Hadn't thought of him in years til I saw a photo of some of his friends I used to hang with too. Then it hit me like a shit storm. I'm a total asshole. I would be devastated if someone did to me what I did to him. Not like I hadn't been tossed around like a rag doll (not physically, emotionally) over and over for years. And I endured some serious pain. And I know what it feels like to have your emotions played with - it's an awful feeling, like a snake constricting your heart, then digging its fangs right in the center, bursting your heart into a million little pieces. Not like glass or china that can just be swept up and tossed away, or hidden beneath the rug. No, these pieces are raw and bleeding and burn like hell when you try to pick them up and get your life back together...Maybe time does NOT heal all wounds. I don't think I ever believed that anyway.... so  this person I'm trying to apologize to is completely ignoring my pleas and yes, my FB friend request. I thought, maybe he didn't recognize my last name since I'm now married, but that's bullshit. So now I'm hurt and bothered by this time period that's long gone b/c I can't get the closure (forgiveness, or hell, at least an acknowledgment). And that's ridiculous. Several people have told me I need to just let it go -- I tried to apologize and patch things up. I know things'd never be the same but this guy was one of my best friends for a few years. But my buddies tell me it's not worth it - it's in his court. They say he's not worth worrying about since I've tried (I'm trying), but as you can probably tell by now, I have a very difficult time letting things go. Not sure why. Not sure about a lot of things in this life...I haven't yet learned the art of forgiveness myself. Though I have forgiven a lot of people, I still hold grudges. Particularly against myself. How do I forgive myself for certain things, certain regrets? Yeah, Just Let Go. F that. I'd love to just let go. I just don't know how. Is it something you're born with or you learn? I'm trying...

turn on your lovelight

I was raped. There, I said it. Not many people know. My parents certainly don't...I was less than a  month into my 17th year and I was still a virgin and I was raped by a guy in a famous rock band. I can recall all the details as though it happened yesterday, not more than 20 years ago. I thank God it wasn't worse - I could've gotten pregnant or caught some horrible disease...but it was pretty freakin' awful, especially when he got off the bus and high-fived his bandmate. I shook like a leaf in the cool Colorado rain (to borrow a partial phrase). I thought I brought it on by the revealing clothes I wore. I thought I brought it on b/c we were kissing and I asked him to go somewhere more private, having no idea he'd take me to the tour bus bed, which is the size of a coffin. It felt like a coffin. Part of me died that day. I begged him not to, told him I'd never had sex before, but he didn't believe me and went on with it. I had no room to move in a coffin built for one person. To borrow another phrase - am I the victim or the crime? It took my  best friend at the time to tell me I was raped. I didn't understand. I don't know that I've ever truly processed it. I think it's affected many of my poor decisions since then, my regrets, my shame/s . It's invalidated me in a way I never thought it could...well, that coupled with the invalidation from my childhood (unintentional, I'm sure). Is this why I'm so fucked up? I can't keep blaming my past though. I need to take control of my present and future. But I know I have some deep burning issues that stem from my childhood and the rape and the arrest. Oh I didn't mention that? And having my heart broken all in a year and a half's time. Part of what saved me is the Grateful Dead. The music, the scene, the men with the voices like angels, the man with the shorts. Turn on Your LoveLight.... I'm trying.