So much has happened in my life since my last blog entry! Let me just fast forward and tell you that all ends well...Eventually. September brought my husband leaving me, moving all of his personal belongings out of our home, hiring strangers to care for me, then taking off on our two-week Disney cruise to the Panama Canal. Our air-conditioner slow- leaked water, buckling our diningroom subfloor. Our septic system failed. One of my two caregivers didn't work out. I alternated between all-consuming rage and soul-wrenching despair. I was seeing a team of therapists; physical, occupational, and speech. One of my therapists called county mental health after I made an off-color remark about killing myself if only I had the ability. I thought the comment was more of a smart ass way of acknowledging physical helplessness. In retrospect, it was an indication of my increasing depression. October brought about a reconciliation of sorts. My husband stayed gone for six weeks. He did not
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