My husband died of stomach cancer. He had never smoked a cigarette or had a drink of alcohol in his life. He didn't suffer from heart burn. There was no "known" reason as to how he got stomach cancer.
The day after he died I made some changes to our lifestyle. We only eat Egglands Best eggs now. I don't purchase margarine. We only eat butter. We don't eat smoked sausage. We rarely eat ham. And we don't drink the water from the tap. I went to Culligan's the day after he died and got a water cooler. Don't ask me why. I don't have logical answers.
The five gallon jug the water from Culligan came in was one of the first obstacles I faced as a new widow. They are HEAVY~! And in order to use them you need to be able to pick them up and turn it upside down to put it on the cooler. (I am weak. I was not built to be a widow. I was built to marry a hunky strong man to do all the hard labor for me!) Luckily my brother-in-law showed up a day later and was able to take care of putting the water jug on the cooler for me. I would try to pick it up high enough and flip it around and it was just HARD. It took a couple months before I did it for the very first time without help and without spilling the water. I was so excited! I sent my brother-in-law a text message telling him "I did it!". My first victory of growing stronger (physically) to be able to handle the life of a widow. My sister said to me "At first you will survive, then you will thrive". Being able to put the water jug on was surviving... but this fall when it was time to put the kid's bikes up for the winter... I lifted the bike up above my head to hang it on the hook in the garage where it was usually stored. That I felt was thriving. I didn't even struggle. I just lifted it up there. Then I did a little victory dance.
The day after he died I made some changes to our lifestyle. We only eat Egglands Best eggs now. I don't purchase margarine. We only eat butter. We don't eat smoked sausage. We rarely eat ham. And we don't drink the water from the tap. I went to Culligan's the day after he died and got a water cooler. Don't ask me why. I don't have logical answers.
The five gallon jug the water from Culligan came in was one of the first obstacles I faced as a new widow. They are HEAVY~! And in order to use them you need to be able to pick them up and turn it upside down to put it on the cooler. (I am weak. I was not built to be a widow. I was built to marry a hunky strong man to do all the hard labor for me!) Luckily my brother-in-law showed up a day later and was able to take care of putting the water jug on the cooler for me. I would try to pick it up high enough and flip it around and it was just HARD. It took a couple months before I did it for the very first time without help and without spilling the water. I was so excited! I sent my brother-in-law a text message telling him "I did it!". My first victory of growing stronger (physically) to be able to handle the life of a widow. My sister said to me "At first you will survive, then you will thrive". Being able to put the water jug on was surviving... but this fall when it was time to put the kid's bikes up for the winter... I lifted the bike up above my head to hang it on the hook in the garage where it was usually stored. That I felt was thriving. I didn't even struggle. I just lifted it up there. Then I did a little victory dance.
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