Day One

My "bad day" monday was nothing, NOTHING compared to what had followed after I posted that blog. As usual, I spoke to soon.

Thankfully, Matt and I arranged for a flight out of Salt Lake that following morning, and I was able to move up  our shuttle trip for the second time that day without any fees. Can't say that much for the airline though. To change our flight - again - it was going to cost us a grand total of about $1100. Luckily there was a loop hole and after getting all the medical info from the hospice, fighting with the Texas state laws, and pleading with Northwest supervisors, our fees were cut down to $75 each. 

Instead of watching Matt FOR THREE HOURS slowly loose his patience and fighting back tears, I got on the phone with co-workers from the gym to find subs for my classes. After awhile my begging paid off. I was back and forth on the phone with Sara, my mom, Matt's teachers, and my boss. When that was done and he was "still on hold," I started to pack and clean the house. 

Sara called again, said she was pretty sure we wouldn't make it. She asked me to give the phone to Matt so he could....say his goodbyes. Just in case. 

There is nothing more heartbreaking in this world that I have seen, than my husband, two phones to his ear - one phone playing complementary "hold" music and forced advertising - the other blubbering out rushed, painful goodbyes. It killed me. Literally. A part of my heart I didn't know I had crushed under the emotions. 

If only I was prepared for what was to come.  

More later...