Folks are coming forward to help me with rides, meals, company, and care. Both my son Arlo and my brother Roy have taken a bunch of days off to head to Maine to assist me in making it through this difficult period of grief and loss. I’m now a third of a year along the path no longer shared with my wife Marcia who died after 18 years of long term breast cancer on Jan 2.
Ten days into my recovery from my left shoulder replacement I’m still restricted from driving, holding any more than a cup of coffee, and wearing a snug sling 24/7 on my left arm. Both driving and removing the sling are estimated to be a month away.
I still am not sleeping consistently. The nights are long when I retire to bed early. I’m in an unfamiliar struggle with loneliness, change, and forced retirement, as I experiment with a whole new shape-shifting world.
Thanks for helping me wake up and stand straight. I will be ready to help you back when I’m patched back up , a modern day Raggedy UT.