It goes without saying that there’s been a change or two around here. Even the definition of ‘here’ has changed.
Those of you who have been in contact with me over the past six months or so knew of the life changes that I was unprepared to speak of publicly on this blog. Jeff and I agreed to divorce some number of months ago, and I immediately began to put plans in place to relocate to Portland, Oregon.
He remembers how he got here. I don’t. I’m not sure I ever asked, but through time, patience, and persistence, his name became a familiar one to me. Emails winged back and forth between Australia and the States on a slow, irregular basis, until eventually they were anticipated and savored things. At some point, I took for granted that from time to time, Lukas’s name would pop up in my inbox, with updates and thoughts and reactions.
Might as well say it bluntly: I’ve needed time to resume sewing after losing Tenzing. It’s hard to lose your furry sewing buddy and leap right back into the hobby like nothing happened. I’m still not really really all the way back on the horse, but I’m getting there. I’m working my way through a few projects, but I’ve started focusing on the long-paused “Pentatonic.” I spread out the quilt, started assessing what I had cut, and realized I was further along than I’d originally expected.
In the end, it was indeed Tenzing’s heart. It was likely quietly giving out for some time, just as we’d been told two years ago it would, and what ended up starting it all was a thrown blood clot somewhere around his right shoulder.
As the day went on, fluid started building up in his lungs. He struggled to breathe, even with sedation.