
Time to talk.
I think this has been the hardest 6 weeks of my life. On Labor Day 2009 Chip resigned from his position at RPC and headed down to Sierra Tucson to get help. Help in handling his pain. Help in dealing with the emotions that came with the pain he has endured from too many surgeries, shots in his back and falls from his health problems going south. Help in getting some control back in his life. Things in our household were spiraling downward and it was time.
Chip left for a 45 day program. I cried. Cried from the depths of my soul, feelings I never knew I even had, came to the surface. But the majority of the emotions… hurt, anger, abandonment, fear and mostly loneliness were strong.
Family and friends came around me, made life feel as normal as possible for our kids. We had as much fun as we could, talking about daddy, missing daddy, crying over daddy and yet still living, trying to live with this empty pit inside. Sometimes it seems like life moves SO FAST, right? Well, not these last six weeks. It has been the slowest time frame of my life. I would look around and see everyone else’s life moving forward, doing their daily life with their family members, enjoying the weather, enjoying the fun that our state has to offer as it slowly started to cool down… I couldn’t help but compare my life (not the best choice) look down at my belly, see it grow, move, feel the pain of early contractions, deal with all the pregnancy stuff alone and really wish life was different for us.
Chip started with calls every other day or so… but it was too hard for the kids. So we needed an “every day phone call from dad plan.” Poor Chip, I cried or yelled at him the majority of our conversations. As I would get confused about where he was in his treatment. I’d have to continually remember – this is a process, he is in the middle of this and he is learning and growing so much, it is hard for me to understand and wrap my head around. Patience. I needed that. It doesn’t run strong in my being.
The picture above was taken when we actually took the kids down to see him. Sadly, the highlight of this trip was not seeing him. It was SO HARD. Two hours, that’s all we got with him. He was dealing with things, I was struggling and at the end, it was like watching the saddest movie ever on Lifetime… the kids walking away crying so hard as Chip stood at the end of the hallway crying. We cried almost all the way home.
Well, we are on the home stretch. We pick Chip up on Friday. His 45 days will be complete. I got to be down there with him for family week – a week of therapy for families along with their family member who is in treatment. We were finally able to talk face to face, about life, about OUR LIFE. What we want, what we need, how to communicate better. We talked about the pain, the hurts, all the things that built up leading to him being there and realizing we get to move forward now. We get to start a new path. We are healing. All of us are healing and as much fear I have about him coming home, I have never been so excited in all my life. Time to start fresh, using the tools that Sierra Tucson has given us to move forward and be healthy as a family.