I have this whole PTSD thing around the holidays and my birthday. In the past things always seem to happen on the holidays or surrounding them, whatever. Not good, happy things but icky usually bad things. Stuff like being in the emergency room on morphine with a kidney stone, people dying to feeling like the entire world forgot I was born.
Over the past almost two years since hubby and I made the decision to repair and renew our marriage, one of the things we’ve been working on is the PTSD from these holidays. I have to say that my anxiety around Valentine’s day and our Anniversary is now much less but my birthday is still a touchy spot, apparently! I didn’t realize it was until the days got closer and then… my worst nightmare! Our 15yo cat, that we’ve had since she was 3 weeks old, got deathly ill. She stopped eating, dropped a ton of weight (for a cat) and got very dehydrated. I kinda started freaking out thinking any minute was the end.
Finally on Saturday we took her to the vet, got some xrays to look for tumors because her respiratory rate was off, bloodwork, etc. Vet gave her fluids, a steroid to hopefully increase appetite and told us to wait for the results… until Tuesday. Ugh! I have to wait to find out if my cat is dying until Tuesday? My birthday, of all days? I was devastated and so was cagedmonkey. This cat is more his baby than anybody’s. He found her half dead behind a dumpster, she just clung to him and he knew he had to save her. Way back then we were told she’d be dead soon and not to get attached… here we are 15 years later!
Anyway, my point for this post is to say how my day turned out to be. Yesterday morning my amazing hubby brought me home some gorgeous bold colored flowers, he knows me so well!
He even made my heart melt by attempting to make me a “rainbow” cake, with the kids. It was so, oh my goodness, sweet of him and really just gave me this feeling inside I’m not sure I’ve felt in awhile. It was so wonderful to have someone go to such lengths to do something for me. It doesn’t matter that the cake went weird… It was simply the most loving generous thought.
The one thing that got me like no other was hubby’s card. I laughed so hard at his homemade card (as I usually do!) that I started coughing so hard and choking. Haha it was now his best card, to date, and my absolute favorite.
I just adore my husband’s sense of humor. Though I also love his romantic sentimental side. Inside of this card my hubby wrote me a list for my 39th birthday. It was a list of 39 of the reasons that he loves me and every one of them nuzzled it’s way in my heart to help comfort the PTSD that comes from my birthday.
Not to mention the gift we got when the Vet called to say that, although there were a couple tumors on our cats lung, that she felt they were of little concern. The xray showed that some how our little old lady cat had broken a couple of ribs. We are being cautiously optimistic, treating her ribs with pain meds and giving her some antibiotics (she had a slightly elevated white cell count) and going to pray this was the reason she stopped eating.
So like I said, this birthday turned out to be so much more than I ever could have expected. So happy for my family and so happy for the news from the vet. So, thank you cagedmonkey, for making my day great, I’m lucky to have you! 🙂