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Hello All,
I haven't been here in a while, but since it's my tenth year valversary today I thought I'd check in. Thank you all for the prior support, especially in the first years after my surgery.
I wish I had a better report about how my life is all wonderful and active, how I discovered why I was spared a premature death, but I regret I have little to report.
Honestly, I sort of wish I had died ten years ago rather than going through the unending depression and lack of will to live that I've experienced since the OHS, especially since Laura left me in 2014.
My kids' lives are pretty much in shambles, neither caring much about their faiths anymore, and my son pretty much not caring whether he passes school or not. Funny thing is that Laura's life has been busy and going pretty well since she left me. I don't blame what used to be our friends in common gravitating toward her support. Now her entire family and friends see me as a lazy bum. I guess I would agree with their assessments, except I didn't choose to be this way. I want to be strong for my kids. I want to be able to work again. However, I'm just too discouraged to try anymore. I'm too terrified of failure to try to get any sort of job, mostly because I just don't have the energy anymore and am certain I'd be dismissed within days or possibly even hours of starting any job whether menial, skilled, laboratory, or teaching. It's a prospect I cannot face.
I live in a mix of Laura's old hoarded junk and my own, and lack the energy to clean up after myself. I have no friends who live here who can help, either.
My father died in June, and my sister and I got informed of a life insurance policy worth an unknown amount of money. All I need to do is fill out the forms, send a certified death certificate, and wait for the check. I have had this info, including a certified death certificate, since last week and I haven't even had the energy to mail that off yet. My sister doesn't have a death certificate, so it is my responsibility to mail it off. I simply don't have the willpower to do it. My car has a throttle problem, but instead of making an appointment with a mechanic, it just sits there in my driveway, even though I think I can afford to get it fixed.
Please don't get like me. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies. It would have been much better for everyone concerned if I had died back in 2007, because Laura would have been a widow and would have been able to continue to take communion at the Catholic Church. She can't now due to her divorcing me. The kids wouldn't have ended up disillusioned about their faiths, and likely Laura would have found someone to marry by now.
Thanks again for being there for the various people who are facing OHS, just had it, and are recovering long-term from it. You all are a wonderful asset for people who have struggled with the fear and angst of having our hearts opened up and repaired in various ways.
Sincerely,
Chris
I haven't been here in a while, but since it's my tenth year valversary today I thought I'd check in. Thank you all for the prior support, especially in the first years after my surgery.
I wish I had a better report about how my life is all wonderful and active, how I discovered why I was spared a premature death, but I regret I have little to report.
Honestly, I sort of wish I had died ten years ago rather than going through the unending depression and lack of will to live that I've experienced since the OHS, especially since Laura left me in 2014.
My kids' lives are pretty much in shambles, neither caring much about their faiths anymore, and my son pretty much not caring whether he passes school or not. Funny thing is that Laura's life has been busy and going pretty well since she left me. I don't blame what used to be our friends in common gravitating toward her support. Now her entire family and friends see me as a lazy bum. I guess I would agree with their assessments, except I didn't choose to be this way. I want to be strong for my kids. I want to be able to work again. However, I'm just too discouraged to try anymore. I'm too terrified of failure to try to get any sort of job, mostly because I just don't have the energy anymore and am certain I'd be dismissed within days or possibly even hours of starting any job whether menial, skilled, laboratory, or teaching. It's a prospect I cannot face.
I live in a mix of Laura's old hoarded junk and my own, and lack the energy to clean up after myself. I have no friends who live here who can help, either.
My father died in June, and my sister and I got informed of a life insurance policy worth an unknown amount of money. All I need to do is fill out the forms, send a certified death certificate, and wait for the check. I have had this info, including a certified death certificate, since last week and I haven't even had the energy to mail that off yet. My sister doesn't have a death certificate, so it is my responsibility to mail it off. I simply don't have the willpower to do it. My car has a throttle problem, but instead of making an appointment with a mechanic, it just sits there in my driveway, even though I think I can afford to get it fixed.
Please don't get like me. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemies. It would have been much better for everyone concerned if I had died back in 2007, because Laura would have been a widow and would have been able to continue to take communion at the Catholic Church. She can't now due to her divorcing me. The kids wouldn't have ended up disillusioned about their faiths, and likely Laura would have found someone to marry by now.
Thanks again for being there for the various people who are facing OHS, just had it, and are recovering long-term from it. You all are a wonderful asset for people who have struggled with the fear and angst of having our hearts opened up and repaired in various ways.
Sincerely,
Chris