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With Reservation: #SoCs for June 16, 2018

I’m about to write a post I don’t want to write, and which I’ve put off writing for most of the day.

My reservation is a bit of a mystery to me…but I think it goes back to attitudes impressed upon me in childhood. About how it’s somehow a failure to ask for help, or maybe even to need help.

But I do need help.

A year ago, my husband and I were well on our way to launching a successful cottage industry selling his artisanal hot sauces. It was something that had been a passion of his even longer than I was – I remember him telling me that he wanted to marry flavor and heat way back when we were only dating, and I really had no idea that he would be my husband in a matter of months.

He went through all the legal steps to be able to sell the sauces, and we invested the bulk of our modest savings in the company. Jim believed in what he was doing – and I believed in Jim. I designed labels compliant with state law; a friend made us a logo image for a very reasonable price. We became vendors at three area farmer’s markets, craft fairs, and other events – and we were seeing not only increasing sales, but also repeat business.

But, inside Jim’s body, pancreatic cancer had taken hold. A string of minor but annoying health concerns that began on August 24 – the day after our twentieth anniversary – culminated in a swollen, painful leg. A trip to the doctor became a hospitalization for deep vein thrombosis – and revealed that my powerfully built husband, who had struggled with his weight for most of his life, had lost 20 pounds in the month since his last doctor’s appointment, and had protein markers for cancer in his blood.

Further testing showed pancreatic cancer that had metastasized to his liver. He was given six-twelve months to live, and chemotherapy to try to minimize tumor growth was to start within weeks.

On the first day of chemo, he went into distress twice. The last time was severe enough that he was transferred to the emergency room, then admitted to a larger medical center’s critical care unit. It was determined that he’d had a minor heart attack either during or after the infusions. The tumors on his liver were overtaxing his heart.

And he was turning yellow from jaundice. Stents were placed to try to circumvent the tumor, but they only seemed to help for a day or two. Then the jaundice was back, and there was nothing more to be done. He came home on hospice care on December 13, 2017.

On January 12, 2018, he died at home in the bed we shared.

He had life insurance – but it took me a bit to track it down, since he’d lost the paperwork. It took longer for me to file the claim. I had strong reservations about that – it was so final, and so much like profiting off the death of my best friend. Things weren’t urgent – I had the IRA distribution, then the tax refund.

But the money trickled away, and now we’re waiting. That final hospital has taken months and still hasn’t released his medical records so the insurance company can make a determination about the settlement. We have Social Security benefits, and are cutting expenses where we can – but it’s not enough to meet our needs. I could take part-time work, but we have a couple of events coming up, and I’d have to ask for those days off. Also, my daughter, who was very close to her father, would rather I stay here. She worries that I might die, too. She’s not quite 14.

What I most want to do is freelance. I want to be able to support us with my writing, and maybe, eventually, with some voiceover work (I’ve been researching that, but need more time to get to the point where I can seek jobs in that arena). I’d like to be able to provide for our modest needs.

What I need is help getting the word out.

What I need is customers and/or patrons willing to support my craft on a monthly basis.

I’m hoping this post will help me to find that. Because I’m not looking for a handout, but helping hands would be hugely appreciated. Our needs are modest, and we tend toward the frugal.

    • I have a Patreon page, here. It’s been a bit neglected, but I have plans in the works to spruce it up. Even a dollar a month brings benefits, and patrons add up. Being able to count on a specific monthly amount would ease some of my burden of worry.
    • A week ago, I posted my first freelancing gig to fiverr. It’s based on stream of consciousness writing, like this post, and an idea I’ve wanted to pursue for years. If you’re looking for a unique gift at a very reasonable price – it might be just the thing to tickle your fancy.
    • If neither of these options is right for you, I can use people willing to spread the word. Share the links, this post, or bits of our story. Help me to cast a net to find those who can use what I have to offer, and everyone benefits.
    • I’m adding a donate button at the suggestion of one of my readers.

    

Well, I had reservations. I still do. It’s a place of vulnerability, sharing this difficult position we’ve landed in. Sharing my pain, and my worries.

Thank you for reading, and for helping.

This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Wade into the waters here.

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

15 thoughts on “With Reservation: #SoCs for June 16, 2018

  1. Reblogged this on The Bee Writes… and commented:
    My dear readers, there is a very kind and great lady out there whose life has gone topsy-turvy since last year. She is a brilliant writer and has some unique ideas for freelancing that most certainly needs sharing. So please head over to her blog and find out about her story and what she has to offer. THANKS!

  2. Hi Shan, I am sharing your pages on my social networks. Didn’t see this post when I wrote the other day. I can understand your feeling of not wanting to ask for help. Am working on that issue too. However, I believe what you are doing is not asking for help but networking and that is one of the important points in building a successful business. Sending all of you a hug. Bee

  3. Sorry for your loss. I hope you will be able to make a success of the business.
    I love what you said about how you all “own your own lives”. That is my ideology too. I wish more people understood that idea!

      1. I agree. I do see that the way we choose to see things has a huge influence on our lives. I’m one that always sees the glass half empty. Don’t know how to change that. I’m sure life would be much better if I could.
        My take on owning my life is a little different. I’m constantly feeling trapped by how much others take away from it. They make all kinds of rules that really have nothing to do with anything to improve anyones situation. All for power and money. It infuriates me how much they restrict ALL of our lives. But yet, I can’t find any way to escape the trap.

        1. I tend to see it like an obstruction in a river. If I am the water, I can find a way to flow around, without spending my energy on resistance or efforts at escape….

          I don’t know if that makes sense to you, or gives you anything you can use, but it works for me.

          As for the proverbial glass – if it’s half empty because you drank it, it was sustaining, and half the liquid is still there – a promise for the future. =)

          1. Then you can grind away the obstacle with pressure…..maybe?

            Me…I’m all water and fire up top, but with bedrock beneath. I don’t quit when I believe in something, but I do my best not to resist or move against…I’d rather move toward and work for.

    1. Lise and I are heading to her first Pride event a little later, but I’m reasonably free later on today, as far as I know.

      But you, with all the crazy-busy….let’s work it around when you can talk…and Slack chat works great for me. These days, things I can’t see in print tend to leak out my ears….

    1. Thank you! Getting the word out is good! This has been a difficult time, obviously, but it’s lovely to know how many people care. That’s buoying my spirits, and that’s good all around.

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