My original post for today was going to be all about how much work I accomplished around the house yesterday and then I was going to do my weekly menu plan....
But, as of early this afternoon my heart is no longer in it.
Part of me feels like this isn't MY story to tell....
But, then part of me feels like it is because it partially affect us too.
Anyone who has been reading my blog for awhile now knows the struggle my brother in law is having with alcohol addiction. Currently his liver AND kidneys are failing. He had been very close to receiving a liver about a month ago but just far enough away to not get it.
Now, he is probably never going to get one.
A few days ago, he was readmitted into the local hospital closest to him for some pain/weakness in his legs....
And guess what?
They discovered he has been drinking again.
He told Papa today that it was "only one drink" but one drink - heck one SIP - is too many for an alcoholic! Especially one that is being monitored for a liver transplant.
I don't have all the details yet as Papa told me during his lunch break. BUT, I believe the best possible scenario is that the clock resets and he has to go six months forward without having another drink before he can be reconsidered for the transplant list.
With the current state of his health, I think six months will be longer than he lasts.
Papa is obviously devastated.
And, I am heartbroken as well. This is not the same man that Papa introduced me to all those years ago. He is trapped somewhere in a body that is being ravaged by a horrid and unyielding disease. His marriage is all but lost and he is unemployable. His life is in shambles, his body is shutting down, and I think he just doesn't have any fight left in him.
Mostly, my heartaches for his children - ages 17, 14, and 12. His youngest (our nephew) is my favorite and I worry the most about what he will do without my brother in law around.
I am upset for my beautiful husband who has found something he cannot "fix". He is in the process of coming to terms with the fact that he will in all likely hood be burying both his mother and younger brother within a short period of time from now.
If anyone you know and love is battling with addiction, please do whatever you have to in order to admit them into a respected rehab program. Don't take no for an answer.
I wish my brother in law's hand had been forced and someone had gotten him into one long ago when there was still a chance for recovery.
Now recovery is a million too many miles away.