Widows & Widowers Support Group
This community is dedicated to those who have lost a husband, wife, or partner. Anything is open for discussion here, with the hope that we can focus on grief, bereavement, life after loss, and continuing on after a great loss.
Last week I did a Google search for "grief support", and thankfully, I found all of you wonderful people. I've been reading (and crying) for days and days, and decided to sign up and join in.
I lost my husband on July 9, 2014.
He had congestive heart failure, and spent 89 days in the hospital. He then went into kidney failure. He didn't want to start dialysis, due to his very weakened heart. The doctors told us that the treatment was only prolonging his life, and we knew he was not going to recover.
He went to a hospice center for 5 days, but he kept insisting he wanted to come home. Of course, I wanted him home, too. The hospital bed, oxygen, medications, and supplies were delivered the morning of July 2, 21014. That afternoon an ambulance brought my Norb home.
He was so happy to be back home after 3 months.
The hospice nurses came daily. Our primary care doctor stopped by.
He declined rapidly, refusing to eat anything. He slept most of the time.
Congestive heart failure is a long, slow, terrible way to die.
In the early morning hours of July 9, 2014, my dear husband passed away in his sleep, one week after he came home.
I was so grateful that he was home with me that last week, and we were able to spend that time alone together.
We were married 34 years. He was my life. When he left he took my heart with him.
The grief comes in waves. I feel like I have no control. The tears just keep falling. I can't say the word "widow" out loud, I certainly never wanted to be one.
How do you cope? Please share some of your insights and wisdom.
I lost my husband on July 9, 2014.
He had congestive heart failure, and spent 89 days in the hospital. He then went into kidney failure. He didn't want to start dialysis, due to his very weakened heart. The doctors told us that the treatment was only prolonging his life, and we knew he was not going to recover.
He went to a hospice center for 5 days, but he kept insisting he wanted to come home. Of course, I wanted him home, too. The hospital bed, oxygen, medications, and supplies were delivered the morning of July 2, 21014. That afternoon an ambulance brought my Norb home.
He was so happy to be back home after 3 months.
The hospice nurses came daily. Our primary care doctor stopped by.
He declined rapidly, refusing to eat anything. He slept most of the time.
Congestive heart failure is a long, slow, terrible way to die.
In the early morning hours of July 9, 2014, my dear husband passed away in his sleep, one week after he came home.
I was so grateful that he was home with me that last week, and we were able to spend that time alone together.
We were married 34 years. He was my life. When he left he took my heart with him.
The grief comes in waves. I feel like I have no control. The tears just keep falling. I can't say the word "widow" out loud, I certainly never wanted to be one.
How do you cope? Please share some of your insights and wisdom.
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My mom passed away on June 18th. I was her cargiver and only child. Although she was 89 years young and it was "expected" I don't know how to BREATHE without her. I stay busy throughout the day but I can only do that so long until I burn out! I'm all alone now and don't know what I'm going to do!! I can only fake it for so long. I'm TIRED of losing my people!!!!
We are all with you .
Kym
My husband of 49 years died of cancer....a very long illness. I was with him in hospital for 11 months!! It took a long time to catch up on sleep, to get myself back healthy. The Caregiver must take care of the Caregiver! We should all remember that.
There is no time cap on grief. I went to a grief counseling series by our Hospice in our county. It helped. Each week, we had to say the words....who we were, who are loved ones were, what they died of, etc. It was like going to AA....I could hardly say his name at first, or keep from crying. But, by week 6, we all were doing better. That does not mean that I am over it.......we never get over a loved ones death....we get 'through' it. Little things very often send triggers and I "lose it".....but I don't worry about it anymore. It is what it is......
Keep coming back to this site....it will make you see that you are not alone. We are friends that will not turn away..........
iksonak