Places traveled through

Places traveled through

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Life goes on?

Yes, the title is a question.  How does life go on after losing the one person who completed you? I find myself waiting for Paul to walk through the door or to call me on the phone.  The realization of him not being physically with me has not set in.  I've been too busy with paperwork.  Settling everything that needs to be done. Contacting the U.K. to inform them of his death.  I am "going through the motions" of life.  

My daughter and my grandson has been a great distraction to the reality of my life.  They have been here for the last two weeks so I've not had time alone to ponder what is next.  

I continue to tell myself  "Things will be okay"  "My life will go on," but and there is always a but..... How do I know what to do next?  How do I determine where I should be?  Who will be here to help with making the decisions that need to be made?  I depended on Paul for his wisdom, sensibility, intelligence and input into our lives.  Now it is just me, my life, alone without the one person who was my confidant, my love, my life.

Several friends have asked about a Memorial Service.  Yes, there will be a  "Celebration of Life" memorial service for Paul.
November 2, 2013 at 2:00 pm.
Caliente Springs Resort
70200 Dillon Road
Desert Hot Springs, California
Ferris Hall
You may be able to obtain accommodations here at Caliente Springs Resort  which is a 55+ resort or at the sister resort Sky Valley resort for those under the 55+ requirement.  If you prefer there are several casino/hotels within a 30 minute drive.


No matter what the future holds, I will always be grateful to everyone who has followed this blog and thankful that you were all a part of Paul's Journey in life. 

All roads do lead somewhere, now I need to continue and find out where my road leads.

Jo



Monday, August 12, 2013

I am where I am suppose to be...

How can time pass so slowly yet seem to fly by?  Has it been one week?

The days and hours no longer are on the same wavelength of time that I am experiencing.  I can hear Paul's voice in my head, laughing as he says "There's been a disruption in the space/time continuum" Yes, we were both a bit geeky and loved watching Dr. Who, Star Trek, The Big Bang Theory and anything on the Discovery Channel.

Last year at this time, during the Perseid meteor showers, I climbed up on the roof of the RV, laid there counting "Shooting Stars".  Forty in an hour.  I was so excited because in all my years, my lifetime of star gazing, I had never see so many in such a short time period.  I came inside and said "You need to come out here, this is amazing"  Paul came out, sat in the chair next to me and gazed up at the sky.  "I don't get it" he said as he watch them streak across the horizon, "It's all just dust and grains of sand "   I still smile today as I think of how his scientific mind took this awesome event that most of us look at in awe and wonder and he could be so factual at it being just "dust".  So I watched the dust and remembered our life together.

Where do I go from here?  No, not in the physical sense.  Paul and I had long discussions about the "What if".  He made it clear... no major moves, no major decisions, no drastic changes for 6 months.  Things need to continue as planned.  The house will be completed, I will move in.  I will continue on with the plans we had made for the next 6 months.  But I will do it alone. I will do it without him physically standing at my side and holding my hand.  I guess my question is more for myself as I know there is no one who can give me the answer.  Where do I go from here?  How do I walk this new road that is laid out before me?  Where do I find the courage to face the future without the man who completed me?  And he did complete me.  Paul made me whole.  He was my life, my soul-mate, my love, my beloved, my M'Lord. I will carry him in my heart until my last breathe.

Several of you, who read this blog, have asked me to continue writing.  I have always loved sharing our life and adventures on this blog.  This blog was created to the testament of my mothers life.  She loved to travel. Loved experiencing all that life had to offer.  She often said "From the minute you are born, you start dying, so LIVE life"  That is what Paul and I set out to do after her death in 2010.  We took to heart her wisdom and advice "Climb the mountains, walk the beaches, hike the forest".   Paul and I sold all our worldly possessions, bought the RV and set out to travel.  We have always somehow ended up being exactly where we needed to be.  Near family to enjoy grandchildren, visits with family, close enough to experience the birth of the latest grandson, touching lives.... sharing stories.... laughter..... and love. I will continue the blog with updates of my life, my thoughts, my travels, my journey of this life.

For now, I know,  I am where I am suppose to be.

So I leave you with this quote.......

You Are Where You Are Supposed to Be 

"God puts you where God needs you. 

You are where you are supposed to be. 
The job you are doing may not be any easier on account of this, indeed it may be harder, even more urgent, but now you are centered, focused, clear." 
So this is where I'm suppose to be.
I always thought I was suppose to be somewhere else, doing something else, being someone else.
But I realize now that I was mistaken.
This does not mean that I can't or will not be doing something else.
Just right now, I am where God wants me to be.
Lawrence Kushner

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Paul M. Hine
January 27, 1950 – August 4, 2013

It is with a heavy heart and an emptiness in my soul that I let go of the love of my life.  Paul has started a new journey on Sunday  August 4, 2013 at 11:00 pm.  He fought a great battle to overcome all the trials of his fight with Esophageal Cancer.

Paul was the middle child of Joan and David Hine from Redhill, England.
Paul is survived by his wife Josephine, brother John Hine and Sue, Charles Hine and Kerri, daughters Natalie Laura Hine, Joanna Kate Hine, Jennifer Marie Hine.

He will be missed by many.


God saw he was getting tired 
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around him,
and whispered, "Come with Me."

With tearful eyes I watched, him suffer,
and saw him fade away.
Although I loved him dearly,
I could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands to rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only takes the best.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Home and healing

Finally, a few moments to sit down and do a quick update for all our wonderful friends and families.  Yes, my few moments today is at 4:00 am. 

We have been home 6 days and the reality of what is to come has slowly set in.  Paul is still very weak.  He needs assistance to climb the 2 stairs to get into our bedroom, to stand and to adjust himself in the bed.   On the bright side, he is home instead of being in a Nursing Home where he would not get the attentive care that he needs to accomplish a full recovery so that he can be ready for the next round of this battle with Esophageal cancer.

Sleep is a thing of the past for both of us, as his lungs continue to fill with secretions that need to be suctioned out every couple of hours when he is sitting up or hourly when he lays down.  I only wish the coughing and suctioning coincided with the timing for him to get his hydration water put into his jejunostomy tube, which is every 2 hours during the day.  But alas, it doesn't…so this makes for a very busy day and night. 

I've always wondered why men stopped going to the Barber Shop to be shaved.  It seems  much easier to have someone do it for you.  So to all the men who read this blog, a question… Is it easier to shave yourself or would it, if convenient, to have someone shave you?  I have improved with helping him become clean shaven and no, I've not cut him … not yet!

We are managing with all the medical supplies that are needed for Paul to continue his battle and stay on the road to recovery.  Our living room looks like a mini hospital room: a walker, an I.V. pole,  a suction machine, a small oxygen machine, boxes of gauze, I.V. bags, tubing, 5 pillows for added support when he lays on the couch and an array of syringes, tapes, and 2 dozen white washcloths.  The wheelchair is currently in the back of the truck.  There is only so much room in an RV and I think we are utilizing it all! 

They say necessity is the mother of invention.  Paul’s ostomy bags for his esophageal  neck fistula were suppose to arrive by Friday.  I was given 5 bags when we left the hospital.  Due to our Insurance number being written down incorrectly at the company who was suppose to fill the hospital order,  they never were delivered.  They said delivery would take place no later than Saturday afternoon.  So, on Saturday evening, I took one of the cohesive rings and attached it to a Zip Lock bag, cut a small hole and made a makeshift Ostomy bag.  I am hoping this idea will hold us over until Monday. I have 3 cohesive rings from the hospital that I didn't need with the ostomy bags.  We’ll see how long the makeshift bags will hold, keeping my fingers crossed.   Because of the esophageal fistula location, the proper ostomy bag holds in place approximately 24 hours.  Most ostomy bags, in a normal setting will hold for 3 to 5 days.  The one problem with the location of Paul’s is the enzymes in the saliva break down the adhesive.  With having the tracheotomy so close to the esophageal fistula, it leaves very little room for any additional adhesive to be added or space for positioning the bag with a full ring of adhesive. As the Ostomy Specialist at the hospital stated “This is a rare and unique case, so there is nothing out there made for this situation”  “We’ll just have to get creative!”  I guess she wasn't kidding!

 With all this we have the added dilemma that the incorrect suctioning catheters were delivered.  The company sent what they thought were the correct catheters, but because of the trachea repair, Paul can not have anything with a flat edge as it may inadvertently cause damage to the repair area.  I had a few round tipped ones from the hospital, so that is what we are currently using.   I've spoken with the company and they will be sending out several different samples to see what will be flexible enough to get down through the tracheotomy tube and yet not so thin that is will not be able to suction the thick secretions created by the healing and the expansion of the previously collapsed lung.

I have little uplifting quotes hanging around to help keep up the positive spirits.  I thought I was hanging them for Paul, but I find myself repeating them throughout the day.

“It doesn't matter how slowly you go, so long as you don’t stop”

“Trying times are not the time to quit trying”

“Two steps forward and one step back is still forward progress”

“Life is only traveled once, Today’s moment becomes Tomorrows memory. Enjoy every moment, good or bad, because the gift of life is life itself”

And of course…  “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”

I've heard it said that God will only give you what you can handle.  God must think that Paul and I are very strong indeed!
  
Thank you to all the family and friends who continue to support us with their positive energy, good thoughts, my dinner, well wishes, prayers, love and those very important hugs.

Jo and Paul too!


P.S.  Now off to get some sleep before Paul wakes up needed suctioning or my 5:45am alarm goes off to remind me not to miss the 6:00am medications.