My wife of over 30 years passed away on christmas eve, 12/24/2009. She had been in the hospital for dialysis surgery, made it through that fine, and was in the process of being discharged when she was found on the floor of her hospital room. I was on the phone with the nurse at the time she found her. The doctor said it was cardiac arrest, and that she had passed quickly.
Besides the obvious difficulties of dealing with this loss, the timing really made it harder, as the christmas holiday and immediate weekend complicated complying with the hospital policy of having her body out of their morgue within the 3 day limit. Somehow I managed to muddle through all of that, though I certainly do not remember most of it. I was in shock, and denial.
We had lost our daughter on 8/6/2008, and were still greiving her loss. Several months ago I was told that I have a serious terminal cancer, and we were both expecting me to pass first. She expressed concern that she would have nobody to care for her, as she had been bedridden and confined to a wheelchair for the past few years. I guess it was best that the good lord chose to take her first, but I just cannot imagine living without her. We had met and married while we were teens. We were best friends and soulmates.
After she passed, I stopped all attempts of treating my cancer, as I felt that the sooner that I join her, the better. I cancelled all of my doctor appointments. I just could not stand to be in this large house alone, so on 12/30/2009 I picked up her ashes and I continued on down to FL to visit with friends. Any time I was driving, I was alternating between having panic attacks, or bouts of crying. My stress level was so high that I had a pretty bad heart attack within the first week of being in FL, and a couple of minor heart attacks over the next couple of weeks. I stayed gone for nearly a month, but I had to return home to pick up my held mail and deal with all of the legal stuff now that the death certificates arrived.
Everyone tells me that it will get better with time. I was unable to bring myself to the point of going through and getting rid of our daughters things, so I doubt I will be able to do any better with wifeys things. We have no family close by, so I am on my own here. Basically though, I spend most of my time in bed with the TV on for background noise, until I finally fall asleep from exhaustion. I just don't feel like doing anything else. I still feel uneasy being in this empty house without her. I know it's only been a little over a month, but I don't seem to be dealing with this any better. How long does it usually take before life seems worth living again?
Bob