What is one of the worst emotional storms you’ve weathered in your life?

The Sandbox Writing Challenge 2018 — Exercise 17. Posted by in Blogging .

 

Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat

 

The storms are too many to count.

Emotional lows had weathered me out.

And there’s another poem I’d written.

“Olive Eyes”, when she was found to be broken.

Below I’ve attached the poem link.

How much lower could our life sink.

 

After fourteen years of our struggles, I suffered a Stroke.

An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat.

Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken.

I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting.

I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking.

She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying.

And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking.

I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping.

 

I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted.

My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted.

My mind was active, I thought where is she.

I knew I was bad, the room was all blurry to me.

Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know.

Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go.

“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow.

Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”.

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2018

“Olive Eyes” link,    https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/olive-eyes/

 

 

 

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for 18 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

66 thoughts on “What is one of the worst emotional storms you’ve weathered in your life?”

    1. Yes Colleen !! That’s all I could think of, while I was recovering over the next 9 months, at home with her. They were the most emotionally packed times of my life, I’m not sure how I got through, I suppose Love gave me strength, because mentally I thought I was spent, and it was the end.!!

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  1. Oh, Ivor… That made me cry. I can imagine the horror you felt wondering who would take care of Carole were you not there. I would have been paralyzed with fear. That must have been a heck of a hurdle for you to get over. How long were you in the hospital? {{{Ivor}}}

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      1. I did have carers for Carole, while I was receiving intensive hospital in the home treatment and rehabilitation, so they could get me fit enough to look after Carole again, and then Carole got a government care plan to have lots of carers for the rest of her life, approx 12 years xx

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    1. I wasn’t in hospital very long, 2 weeks, they transferred me home, for intensive hospital in the home treatment and rehabilitation and so they could get Carole back home within 4 weeks. The trauma of the situation was incredible and beyond belief. I’m not sure how I got through, it’s still just one big blur .

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      1. My brother-in-law had lung cancer and underwent some new chemo treatment. It cured the cancer, but during that time some radiation broke lose (it had traveled to his brain) and lodged itself in his brain. He has been paralyzed for three years now. My sister is half his size, and it amazes me watching her use hoists to move him from one place to another in the house. She just had surgery and can’t push or pull — which the hoists require some — so it’s been very difficult for her the last month. I guess we never know what we’re made of until we’re put to the test, eh? Too bad it doesn’t take the pain away…

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      2. Whoops, I just left a comment , I think I got your sister and brother-in-law around the wrong way…. sorry… I’m tired and emotional today.

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  2. Reblogged this on Impromptu Promptlings and commented:
    Ivor’s response to Exercise 17 of the Sandbox Challenge made me totally dissolve in tears this morning. What a survivor he is, and how blessed his wife Carole was to have his love for her. Reading Ivor’s post reminded me so much of a Kathy Mattea song that makes me all teary every time I hear it. Don’t know if I can put it on a reblog or not…

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    1. Thank you ❤️ again Helene, a few times I thought the challenge was beyond me, and thanks for following my blog /website, muchly appreciated, I hope you enjoy reading my humble writings, and I’m from Geelong, Australia. Cheers. Ivor

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  3. Beautiful.
    Must have been so incredibly frightening for you as the caregiver- sometimes illness comes, though, when we need the time to rest and build strength again, and something tells me you were pretty strong for a long, long time.

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      1. I didnt what I was feeling or doing, I think you might know, to the outside world I gave the impression that I was in control, but inside myself I was a total mess, full of stress anxiety, overwhelmed and overtired, crying nightly and thinking of jumping off this world, I suppose Carole’s smile and courage kept me going 😐

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      2. You could have jumped, but you didn’t. You could have walked away. Many do – men and women. Instead, you did all you could for the woman you loved.
        You know we all appreciate your poetry Ivor, but I don’t think that’s what has made you so many friends on WP. I think it’s the love in your heart. It shines out, and warms us xxx

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      3. Thank you ❤️ Jane, your kindness and friendship has touched my heart and you’ve lifted my spirits for the day and my weekend. 😊 I hope you’re are coping well and feeling betterer now things are almost “normal” again xx

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      1. We sometimes think we know how we will behave and feel beforehand. And when the time comes, we surprise even ourselves. There is a deep well of inner strength or something that we seem to be able to tap into.

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