1998 ....A Year To Remember
1998 will go down as the worst year of my life. In February my Uncle Kenny died. During the funeral Steve paused by the casket and said, "See you soon partner." Even then Steve had a sense of fatalism that I found unnerving.
During Ethan's birthday I saw Steve's skin had turned yellow and was very frightened. I pleaded with him to go to the hospital but he refused. I felt very helpless. I even considered running into his car. Once the police would arrive and see he was drunk they would force him to go to the hospital. I never did it, but I considered it heavily.
That summer my eye became red and swelled. I was put on massive doses of prednosine. I gained weight. The medicine made me feel horrible. And for no good reason. It didn't help. In the end the Doctor had to inject my eye with a needle full of the stuff to get it under control. I may joke about it now but it was honestly the most terrifying moment of my life.
Until the next time they injected my eye with a needle.
I was off work for a month because of the damn thing with the eye. While going to the hospital many many times that summer I was informed I had arthritis.
But of course my arthritis had to be a little different. My arthritis was causes some of my bones and spine to fuse together. And for some odd reason it was also causes my eye problems. There was nothing the doctors could do (or so they said), and oh yeah,.....It's going to painful as hell.
That summer I also found out I had an ear condition that caused extreme vertigo, and the only cure was to cause deafness in the afflicted ear.
No Thanks.
Steve got worse until he finally went to the E.R. It was touch and go, but he seemed to be getting better.
Until Halloween when he fell down in my Mom's back yard. He started bleeding internally.
By the Monday before thanksgiving he died. I was crushed. He had tried so hard during the last few months. And it was all for nothing.
The next day my Aunt died. It was almost too much to bear.
But what made it all possible to get though that year was my wife. Her hands on my shoulders during the funeral of Steve comforted me more than anyone would ever know.
During that Year she was loving and kind, and oh so practical.
I figured if we could make it though a year like that we could make it though anything.
During Ethan's birthday I saw Steve's skin had turned yellow and was very frightened. I pleaded with him to go to the hospital but he refused. I felt very helpless. I even considered running into his car. Once the police would arrive and see he was drunk they would force him to go to the hospital. I never did it, but I considered it heavily.
That summer my eye became red and swelled. I was put on massive doses of prednosine. I gained weight. The medicine made me feel horrible. And for no good reason. It didn't help. In the end the Doctor had to inject my eye with a needle full of the stuff to get it under control. I may joke about it now but it was honestly the most terrifying moment of my life.
Until the next time they injected my eye with a needle.
I was off work for a month because of the damn thing with the eye. While going to the hospital many many times that summer I was informed I had arthritis.
But of course my arthritis had to be a little different. My arthritis was causes some of my bones and spine to fuse together. And for some odd reason it was also causes my eye problems. There was nothing the doctors could do (or so they said), and oh yeah,.....It's going to painful as hell.
That summer I also found out I had an ear condition that caused extreme vertigo, and the only cure was to cause deafness in the afflicted ear.
No Thanks.
Steve got worse until he finally went to the E.R. It was touch and go, but he seemed to be getting better.
Until Halloween when he fell down in my Mom's back yard. He started bleeding internally.
By the Monday before thanksgiving he died. I was crushed. He had tried so hard during the last few months. And it was all for nothing.
The next day my Aunt died. It was almost too much to bear.
But what made it all possible to get though that year was my wife. Her hands on my shoulders during the funeral of Steve comforted me more than anyone would ever know.
During that Year she was loving and kind, and oh so practical.
I figured if we could make it though a year like that we could make it though anything.
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