Birthday break-up wasn't fun, but I wasn't devastated. In fact I didn't truly mourn the loss of the relationship until a few months ago. There were the initial tears, and rehashing conversations and then there was the casual relationship we fell back into when ever he was back from his travels. But each time he was back in town we felt further apart and I could see our worlds shifting in opposite directions. When I had my breast cancer scare, I felt how much he cared for me, but ultimately it was something that I would face alone. I told myself I wasn't scared after my first appointment because all signs pointed to it being fine, but waiting for that biopsy result was terrifying. Some of my family knew, but my nephew was in the hospital for his 3rd open heart surgery so I pretended I wasn't terrified and put on my brave face. That's what I do. I put on a brave face and I make jokes. After all, someone always has it worse then you right? Thankfully it turned out fine as did my nephews 41 day stay in the ICU.
My nephew's surgery forced me to face a scary reality. Although we do not know that his condition is hereditary, he is the 2nd generation with a heart condition in our family. At my age, if I choose to have children I'm already considered higher risk. After seeing my nephew with tubes everywhere, hooked up to so many machines and in so much pain I had the realization that if there is a chance that knowingly I would bring a child into the world that could have similar heart defect, I don't know if I can do it. Not because I can't handle it. Seeing my sister's strength showed me that a parent does what needs to be done. And not because my nephew isn't a gift. However, there is a harsh reality to my beautiful nephew's life, and in 3 years has experienced a ridiculous amount of suffering. I have always believed that I would have a baby. Always. Now, after seeing my nephew's pain, coupled with the fact that I'm considered higher risk at my age, I'm trying to make my peace with what will likely be a childless existence. And yes, I know there is adoption, but guess what, I want to be sad about this. I want to be sad that I may potentially make the decision to not carry a child. Screw you heredity.
Trying to make a smooth transition into the most painful and most recent loss is impossible. I'm sobbing as I try to type this because it's still so raw. Any of you who have known me for a long time, know that I have never been a pet lover. They shed, they slobber, they act unpredictably and they are so needy! I just didn't get it. I didn't get it until a 4 week old ball of fluff showed up on my desk 5 years ago. Bentley, as he came to be known the day he came home with me 6 weeks later, was mine the moment I held him. It's true what they say; they pick you. He fell asleep on my chest and although I wasn't in the market for something that would become completely dependent on me, I was sold. My mom told me recently that when she met him, the 2nd day he was home with me, that she thought we just fit. She said my 4 legged furbaby even walked like me. Now that I think about that statement, she implied I waddle like a 10 week old puppy, but you get what I'm saying. He was mine and I was his. So to say that making the decision to end his life was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, well that's an understatement. And before people start saying, "It's not like he was a person.", just stop. If he was a person he would still be alive today because there would be better resources available to help pay for a surgery that costs as much as a damn Kia Rio. Yes, I know that's a ridiculous amount for a 20lb dog, but if I could have afforded it, I would have done it. I'm irrationally angry that there was someone out there that could have paid for it and he didn't, but mostly it kills me that my poor financial choices from years ago, came full circle to bite me in the ass and cost me the one thing in the world I loved more than anything. I'm wracked with guilt every day and overwhelmed with sadness because the only way I could end his suffering was to end his life. So don't tell me, it's not like he was a person. He was my solace when I was broken and he was my joy every time I walked in the house. Now I have no solace. I have no joy. And I have the heavy weight of my decision forever on my shoulders.
So, that's it. Maybe my next writing attempt will be to tell you how much I've learned from this shit show of a year. How even though I've lost, I've gained. Right now though, I'm just not ready to look on the bright side. Right now I just need to give myself permission to be sad.
