The Curse Of April

Anyone who has been reading any of my blogs, will know that April is my bad month.

Last year, bf was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. The more severe of the two types and now is insulin dependent for life.

The year before my nan passed away.

The year before that, a family friend died following a heart attack.

The year before that, I knew how bad April was historically and even put off leaving my husband until May! Life was bad but I felt that anything I do in April would fail to have a positive affect on my life. An argument in April actually resulted in my ex throwing my wedding and engagement rings over a neighbouring fence.

I never bothered to look for them.

It was the pyschological push I needed. Without the rings, I was no longer a wife in my mind. I had the incentive to get out of a destructive relationship. I had not got the rings, I had not got the idyllic marriage, I had not got the will to fight anymore. For myself, for my marriage. Nor had I got the will to fight my ex. Enough got to be enough and as Apri became May, then my life took a dramatic turn for the better.

Still, April 2010 brings further bad luck.

A family member has been given 6 months to live. My mums uncle (nan's sisters husband) is more or less waiting to die. He was taken ill a couple of weeks ago with a suspected stroke. He had had one before so it didn't seem the most huge of shocks. What was the shocker was that after tests, it turned out this wasn't a second stroke but a brain tumour. After trying to reduce the tumour in a London hospital and failing, the prognosis is now terminal. He will stay in hospital another 3 weeks then will be allowed to return home.

He's around 70. His wife, is a little younger but it will be harder for her once he's gone as they are parents to an adopted disabled daughter. F, has been living with them for the past 20 years. She is older than me but will never leave home. She was born with a severe mental disability which means that mentally, she will never be older than 2 years old. She has no speech, no mobility and needs occassional lifting and that will be harder on my nans sister. It's one thing being a single parent, but a single parent when you are almost 70 with a disabled adult to take care of. It's going to be a hard few months for that side of the family.

Somehow though, we are almost halfway through this horrid month and we've had one big piece of bad news. I hope it finishes here.

Oh and before I forget, I am recovering from a water infection. I felt the onset of it Thursday evening and feel that I have helped to relieve it before it really began by drinking lots of water every time I did go for a pee. Now on Saturday, I no longer have urgency to pee and it doesn't hurt half as much when I do empty my bladder.