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My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce – Thank You

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After much thought, I decided this letter belongs as the last entry under My Big Fat Lesbian Divorce heading. It’s really more of a morph (non Power Rangers style, though I’d like to be the Pink Power Ranger if I had to choose).

In saying that, I’m struggling for the words to open a good-bye letter. Saying “good-bye” has never been my strong suit. I’ve led a life of good-byes while I’ve longed for a life of “Hello”.

But you didn’t say good-bye to me or the boys, and in retrospect, neither did we to you. Rather, we’ve lived our good-bye through each day we’ve discovered our laughter and ourselves once again.

So, let me start by saying Thank You.

I didn’t know where this journey of uprooting myself and the children to move up here would lead us. Of course I had hoped it would lead us to a better level of a new chapter in our lives, and it has. Just….without you. At first I felt that was more of an ending, but in reality it’s become a beginning.

I know I cried a lot after moving up here. I had left behind open skies, the sound of crickets at night, and the quiet streets. But despite the reasons we married, I had left it all behind because I made a commitment and I wanted to see where that journey could lead us all as a family. It wasn’t easy but that was the level I believed in my keeping my word. It wasn’t what we agreed on when we decided to marry that day we went to the courthouse, but still….

I thought despite things hadn’t come into my life as I had hoped, that it could somehow grow into what I dreamed of once I moved and in time.

Maybe I didn’t see you as my partner the way I should have when we decided to marry, but I gave it my all to grow into love with you and to be your wife. Eventually I did, but by that time I had also realized that our union was in reality a business arrangement between two people for your job, and would never really be the loving relationship of two hearts discovering each other in the natural progression I had longed for. By that time though, emotions were involved so walking away became a tangled mess. I should have walked away much sooner, but I can’t question or second guess myself anymore, because things turned out exactly as they should.

Since I’ve lived here on my own, I’ve discovered my own heart, my own voice, and my own open skies once again. Perhaps meeting you was exactly what I needed to move me to this new level of my life that’s opened up new and different opportunities for the boys and I.

B is flourishing in his new school, C is mainstreamed without an aide, G is reaching new milestones and D is excelling academically. Who knows if any of that would be the case had we not moved.

I’ve made new friends, explored new opportunities, found that I’m much stronger than I’ve ever given myself credit for, and learned to trust myself once again.

I’ve also found that I know exactly what I’m longing to feel with another person and a liberty to allow myself the freedom to feel it without reserve when it comes. I’ve had opportunities to do just that, but I haven’t settled. Because I’ve heard my voice when I filed for our divorce, and I liked the sound of my own strength.

So Thank You.

I say that without malice, sarcasm or for any other reason than to simply thank you.

You were the train ride here, that held a work shop of lessons that I needed to learn, for whatever reasons I needed. I appreciate that and I’ll always thank you for that.

But now, I need to tell you Good-Bye openly with my words instead of just living it as I have. The boys have said good-bye in their own ways, so I’m not just saying this as your ex wife, but also as your ex family.

We’re good.

I wish you love, happiness and I truly hope you find the peace you’re so desperately seeking. I hope you find healing, hope and joy. I hope many good things for you. I’m pretty sure neither of us had planned for it to end as badly as it did. That’s OK.

Because I’m exactly where God has planned all along.

If you listen to this song, you’ll hear exactly where my heart is in writing this. It starts when Chris Colfer sings, and ends with my

Good-Bye.

My Big Fat Life – Isaac Bear

In Uncategorized on April 19, 2014 at 10:29 pm

I wanted to take a moment and explain the red bear that often appears in the photos of Gabriel. The bear is Isaac Bear.

As many already know, Gabriel had an identical twin bother, Isaac. When I was 20 weeks pregnant, it was discovered through ultrasound that I had twins. During that ultrasound, they also told me that Isaac was not alive, though they were essentially connected by one umbilical cord and Gabriel’s heart worked for both of them. I carried Isaac to term with Gabriel, since they were in their own sacs. After birth, Gabriel was in the NICU but was released after 10 days later, with a clean bill of health, according to the doctors. Of course, we would find out that wasn’t the case, after all.

A couple of years ago, Gabriel was really having a hard time sleeping. I took him to the doctor and after recommendations, I tried melatonin and a sleeping aide. Nothing seemed to work. He really struggled to fall asleep, and stay asleep. One day I was looking for some things, and came across Isaacs box. The box holds photos, and things from his funeral, that I have kept. Dried flowers, the program, and things like that. I had brought the box out and shared it with Gabriel for the first time. When we went through the box, he came across the red bear. I had bought the bear originally, as a Christmas ornament to hang on the tree, in a way to keep Isaac with us. Gabriel asked if he could have the bear, and of course I said yes. I kid you not, that night Gabriel slept through the night, as Isaac Bear sat on his bed. Ever since, Gabriel has never struggled with insomnia, the way he struggled with it prior. Now Isaac Bear follows when comfort is needed. Gabriel has told me that in a way it helps him feel like his twin is close by, and that somehow gives him a sense of comfort. I am very thankful for that bear, and the connection to Isaac that it brings for Gabriel. Anything that gives Gabriel a sense of comfort, especially now, rocks my world. I love that bear.

I will share more about Isaac another time, but for tonight I just wanted to write about the bear.

(Gabriel with Isaac Bear in ICU shortly after his open heart surgery, 8/8/2013)

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My Big Fat Life – Gabriel & Day One

In Uncategorized on April 17, 2014 at 11:13 am

Gabriel took his first colchicine pill this morning. It’s a little purple pill. It’s weird to think how much hinges on that little thing producing huge results. It reminds me of something Gabriel shouted out once, while trying to wrestle with his older (and much bigger) brother, Ben. Keep in mind this was before I knew he had a heart defect. I probably would have offered him a coloring book on the history of non aggressive play, with some soft and non threatening crayolas, had I known before they tried to do all of that play wrestling that brothers do. But I remember it so clearly when Gabriel was standing up and trying to get Ben into a mock head lock. Both boys were laughing so hard, and through the laughter Gabriel shouted out ” I may be small, but I am much bigger than my size!”. Those words were so big to say, as Gabriel has always been much smaller than his older brother despite how close in age they are.  I am hoping that is the case with this  little purple pill as well. I am hoping it is much bigger than its size, because it has a heck of job ahead. I am pretty sure Ben let Gabriel win that day, and I hope that little pill helps Gabriel win again.

When the Rheumatologist first told me about the colchicine, he told me that he had used it in only two other children with pericarditis, and without good results. He went on the state that he had just recently read an article in the New England Journal of Medicine, that says colchicine had showed promising results from preventing/reducing recurrence when used with Prednisone. What they are doing, is keeping Gabriel on the prednisone, and starting colchicine at the same time. He will taper off the prednisone over the course of weeks, until he is on colchicine only. Then we wait. Typically Gabriel starts to get sick within 2 1/2 weeks after stopping prednisone. If he can maintain on the colchicine, then that little pill is doing great big things. If not, then.. well, surgery.

When the Rheumatologist told me about the drug, he gave me a choice between that or methotrexate. The pros of colchicine are that it works much quicker, and Gabriel really needs to start getting better sooner than later. I was concerned that he hadn’t seen promising results though, and I needed more answers. Someone forwarded the report to me, and I was able to find some more after I Googled the study. I had questions about the study, so I emailed one of the investigating physicians in Italy, and asked a heap of questions. I was really worried he might not email me back, but within the day, he answered.

We exchanged emails back and forth for a few days, and he was able to answer my concerns. I started asking as many questions to cover all the basis I could. I wanted to know how many were teenagers, how many had underlying health issues, and so on. Things I felt I needed to know to help me make the most educated choice for Gabriel and might give him the best chance at feeling better, and avoiding surgery. The investigating physician stated that colchicine is worthy of adding to his prednisone treatment, so this seemed to be looking like this might be the medication worthy of a try. Even though the Rheumatologist hadn’t had promising results in the past, we all know Gabriel doesn’t seem to respond typically to a lot of things, so maybe he is the one patient that will turn this around. That is my hope, anyways.

So here is to little, but big things, today.

 

(Gabriel and I, 4-2014. I have no clue why he is squinting. When I asked him why he was, he couldn’t remember either)

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