Where to start. 13 years later, I am restarting my blog. Welcome back, and welcome in.
A quick review of 2012 to 2025:
Chris had his transplant April 1, 2011. He was in ICU 3 months, hospital and rehab in Vancouver 11 months in total. It was a rough ride. Bottom line we came home November 4, 2011. In October Tom and Dianne moved us into a different house in Quesnel. I came home to everything unpacked.
In December 2011, I sold my business to Samantha (daughter) and Linnea (friend). I was officially retired. I had been teaching at the College of New Caledonia (accounting and microsoft office and bookkeeping courses). After a year of trying, I had to resign due to burnout.
Chris was in chronic rejection from the day he came home until his next liver failure in 2021. January he was airvac'd to Vancouver. Being post 2020 Covid, the hospital was struggling. He was put in Critical Care rather than ICU. Visits were limited to 1 person/day and only one visit. No food, water, or bathroom breaks were allowed. We struggled.
February 9th, 2021 Chris lost the battle. Many factors were involved, including number 1 - once a donor liver was found there was a 48 hr testing period for Covid, but it was only viable for 24 hours. Not a chance. We found out about that restriction months later. No one advised us. So our hopes and prayers were for naught.
I was devastated. After all the losses we all experienced during 2020 quarantines and fears, this was my last straw. I shut down. For the first year I sank deeper into grief/depression. Near the end of year two, I found a grief counsellor. I had gradually started going out for groceries and appointments, and visiting with my daughter and family. Samantha was my rock. Dianne and Tara supported my by calling regularly.
In 2023 I met with a phsychiatrist. I started taking a sleeping pill that worked wonders. With adequate sleep and fresh air, I was actually functioning in my life.
Chris' loss was devastating. This year we are actually talking of finding a long term home for his ashes. It was impossible to even think about it until this year. My family, including Tom my husband, have been so strong. They supported me with no judgement. There is still a huge hole in our hearts for Chris. His quiet support and smile are missed daily. The biggest gifts I have received are from friends we meet on the street who hug me and tell me that they think of Chris, remembering events and things he said or did. I no longer fear he will be forgotten.
So all done the reminiscing. Tom and I are 77 and 72 respectively. Retired, broke, surviving on CPP and OAS. Our savings were lost during Covid when we got scammed by an investment. (Yes, another loss). We are healthy, happy and doing well. Quesnel has been kind to our families. I have no complaints.
From now on my posts will be much shorter and definitely easier to read. May you return, I promise to express joy! God winks! self analysis ideas! and more.
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