I’ve decided to write again, but I hate the new WordPress editor so if you want to follow my latest musings, you can find me at https://kerryannmckim.substack.com/
I can also be found on Twitter and Instagram at kerryannmckim.
I’ve decided to write again, but I hate the new WordPress editor so if you want to follow my latest musings, you can find me at https://kerryannmckim.substack.com/
I can also be found on Twitter and Instagram at kerryannmckim.
Lately I have been feeling a need to write so I decided to check back in on my old, neglected blog.
While I love having conversations with people, I feel that the written word is the best way for me to get my thoughts and feelings out.
I started this blog 5 months into my grief journey. (Serious question…why do we refer to it as a journey? A journey should be a venture to a place that is enjoyable and grief is not enjoyable. Far from it. It’s miserable…like, zero stars, would not recommend miserable.)
I started writing for many reasons but there were two major reasons. The first was that I needed to get the feelings out. I am Boston Irish and we are not known for expressing emotions. (Please don’t take that as shame of my heritage. I am fiercely proud of being Irish, which, according to Ancestry.com fluctuates between 73% and 77%.) If you were to scroll back through my earlier posts, I was writing 1200-1500 words per post and writing 5 posts a week.
That’s a lot of words.
What can I say? I had a lot of feelings. *insert shrug emoji*
I made changes to my life. The biggest change being a move back home to Maine. It was a very positive change and I have zero regrets about moving home. I am very happy to be here. It’s a magical place and my daughter gets to spend her childhood here.
It was around this time (early 2019) that I stopped writing. While it was good to get my feelings out, it put them out there for people to have opinions and for people to judge my situation. Getting my feelings out was a good idea but I should have had boundaries, even if they were just emotional and spiritual boundaries. Sure, people can judge me, but just because I put my feelings out does not mean that I have to internalize other’s reactions to my feelings.
I live in rural Maine where many of our towns have an annual Town Meeting. Like the ones on Gilmore Girls, but more….real.
At the town meeting, any voter in that town can show up and vote. There is a moderator and the town goes through the budget, line by line, and votes on each budget item. Voters can ask questions about expenditures. There is usually at least one argument or heated discussion.
Only people of that town can speak. If anyone who does not live in that attends the meeting, the townspeople need to vote to allow that person to speak. An example is if the town is voting on how much money to give an an agency, a person from the agency may come to answer any questions the voters may have.
I am currently managing a State Senate Campaign (in a volunteer capacity) and I have had the opportunity to attend a few town meetings so far.
It makes me appreciate why I love living in Maine so much.

Last week was my wedding anniversary. It should have be our 8th wedding anniversary.
I was okay.
I still wanted a steak dinner.
And Kimmy Gibbler was game.
But I did not having anything fancy to wear so we got a fancy steak dinner from Black and Blue Steak and Crab to go (hey it’s 20/20 so it works) and we ate it at the cemetery.
Widow Tip: If you order steak to bring to the cemetery, the steak will continue to cook in the car. My Medium steak was Medium Well to Well Done by the time I ate it. I still ate it even though Well Done steak of an abominaton but next time I will order it Medium Rare.
Please forgive me.

If this seems completely normal to you it means two things 1) you may be a widow and 2) you have an awesome best friend.

I would have gotten steak anyway but it felt better having Kimmy Gibbler to eat with me.
If she hadn’t come, the steak dinner would have felt like that scene from The Sixth Sense when Bruce Willis arrives late to his anniversary dinner and his wife is upset and he hasn’t figured out yet that he’s dead.
A widow can feel that scene.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joa2XORuFak
Though I am 99.999999% sure Bryon knows he’s dead but it wouldn’t surprise me if he was trying to solve all the election fraud problems of 2020. He loved his job.
So yeah…my husband is dead. We know that already.
Every year, our anniversary ends what I call the yearly five-week emotional bender which starts on his deathaversary and ends on our wedding anniversary. In that 5 weeks period, we have both of our birthdays, our daughters birthday, our engagaversary and the start of the new school year where I am reminded that our daughter is another year older and he isn’t here with her.
When I was younger, I always loved September.
I am a Double Virgo and September was always the start of the school year which always felt like the real start of a New Year. I always felt a lot of energy this time of year and now it is overshadowed by my yearly “emotional bender”.
This time of the year always seemed so hopeful and full of beginnings now feels like a drag.
Because I realized that I have given up hoping for anything.
I am too scared to put hope in my future because a better future probably won’t come and even it if did, it can all be taken away like my life from early 2016.
I am not depressed. My life isn’t horrible. I have an awesome daughter and she keeps me busy. I just think it is easier to live in survival /existing mode than it is to actually “live” again.
If I don’t “live” again, then I can’t get hurt. I won’t be disappointed and no one has to be bothered with my sadness.
It’s my best friend’s birthday! A post I wrote two years ago with updates.
Today is my best friends birthday. I won’t share how many years she has but it is more than me.

With the exception for three months where I lived in Indiana, we have always lived a plane ride away. So we don’t get to see each other nearly as often as we like.
But as a birthday challenge of sorts, I wanted to see if I could reconstruct all the times we have seen each other.
2006
We first met in April of 2006 at the Young Republican Leadership Conference in Washington, D.C. More specifically, she was sitting in front of me on the shuttle to the hotel from the Romanian Embassy.
Washington, D.C., 2006
We saw each other again at the Young Republican National Federation (YRNF) Cleveland Board Meeting but we weren’t really friends yet.
It would be at the YRNF Fall 2006 Board Meeting in Louisville, Kentucky. This…
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I am still working on that blog post. I hope I am not overselling it. I am just very limited on time with work and homeschool and I don’t want to rush it.
But I also said I was going to write my ponderings when they came to me.
So I am going to leave you with this nugget that is on my mind.
I see people complaining about those who want to stay at home. Some of those people are worried about their health. They may have co-morbid conditions.
If you disagree with those people’s stance, then you may be in a position of privilege where you are in good health. Please take a moment to be grateful that you have the privilege of having good health.
I see people complaining about those who protest and want to go back to work. Some of those people are worried about their livelihoods.
If you disagree with those people stance, then you may be in a position of privilege where you don’t need to worry about your finances or your job. People take a moment to be grateful that you have the privilege of not worrying about your financial situation.
I am not telling your what to think. I just ask that you try to see where the other side of coming. Be kind.
When I became pregnant with my daughter, I became flighty. I blamed it on “Pregnancy Brain”.
When I was engaged and planning my wedding, I became forgetful. I blamed it on “Wedding Brain”.
When I was going through Widow Fog (which is 100% real), I blamed it on “Widow Brain”.
And now I realize that I am afflicted again…with Quarantine Brain.
It makes sense. I am working 40 hours a week from home (which I am grateful) and I am homeschooling my kindergarten daughter.

To be truthful, I am envious of those who are having a restful quarantine because between work and home school…I am exhausted.
Add in all the news. Lots of news. Press conferences. I have hit my limit.
And all the opinions. Everyone is an expert.

My brain is on overload. I haven’t had time to read much or write and I have thought about writing many times. But the thoughts are so jumbled right now.
I have done some cooking and some trips to the shore. We are allowed to go to the beaches here, we just need to remain socially distant.
Quarantine got the best of my daughter. She gave herself bangs. (insert facepalm emoji)

So I wanted to do a quick check in? How are you feeling during this quarantine? What are you thinking about? Have you cooked? Have you given yourself bangs? How are you dealing?
Almost four years ago, my husband had a simple weight loss surgery and it lead to complications. Those complications led to sepsis which lead to septic shock. The septic shock was so bad that it lead to multi-organ system failure.

To say my world crashed down around me would be an understatement. I felt like the ground was being taken out from under my feet.
After several weeks in a medically induced coma and a month on dialysis, his kidneys started functioning again.
Then he caught C. Difficile.
(Though you don’t really catch C Diff. C-Diff is a harmful bacteria that resides in us all the time but is kept in check by the good bacteria within our bodies. However, antibiotics can kill off the good bacteria and C Diff takes advantage of the situation and grows and then turns into an infection)
He was treated with Flagyl and Vancomycin so it shouldn’t be too surprising that he developed VRE (Vancomycin Resistant Enterococci).
And he was pretty much a constant state of pneumonia.
He couldn’t eat. All his nutrition came from an IV. It was called Total Parenteral Nutrition, or TPN. However, his body was having trouble absorbing the TPN. He always had a thick head of hair and most of it fell out.
He couldn’t talk because he had a tracheotomy. He was the one person who always would reassure me that everything would be okay and he couldn’t. Though it would have been a lie because everything clearly wasn’t okay.
He was always a man of great strength and I watch him become so weak he could barely lift his thumb.
And then came staph. And he went into septic shock again. His kidneys failed again. He had to go back on dialysis.
At this point I completely lost my faith in God because, as a Cradle Catholic, I was taught God was a loving God and there is no way a loving God could have done that to Bryon and to my daughter. Please don’t take this as a plea that I need to be saved. I’m okay and doing just fine.
In a period of 5 months I watched him cling to his life. I watched his body become resistant to antibiotics. I watched him move up the antibiotic chain until he got to the end of the line.
Yes…there actually are specific antibiotics called “End of the line antibiotics.”
For 5 months I lived off adrenaline. I don’t think I can express how helpless and desperate I felt.
Sadly this story didn’t end the way I wanted it to.
I can tell you that there is some residual PTSD. Trust me…when my daughter gets a cut, Mom puts neosporin on it right away. Also any fever over 100.4 puts me in a panic and will always include a trip to peds urgent care.
Currently the United States is on the eve of a severe new disease that we don’t know much about.
Also, on Tuesday Maine has an important vaccine vote.
I won’t get into that though my Facebook friends definitely know how I feel about the vote.
From what we know (if the numbers are correct- I’m looking at you CCP/China), 5% of the people who get the Novel Coronavirus COVID 19 will become critically ill…like, ICU ill. Of those 5%, half of them will likely die.
Now is not the time to take our healthcare system for granted. It is definitely not perfect. It will get overwhelmed. The healthcare system isn’t limitless.
Our healthcare providers are going to be busy.
Be wise with your healthcare choices. And you are your best advocate. Do whatever you can to prevent getting sick- eat right, sleep, was your hands, don’t touch your face or pick your nose. Stay home if you are sick.
As my late husband would say “Don’t be a Dick”.
Keep yourself and others from getting sick. (Yes I made the rhyme on purpose).
Sepsis, in short, is an inflammatory response where your body goes into overdrive when it’s fighting off an infection and starts to attack itself.
The reality is any infection or virus can potentially cause sepsis. A tooth infection…the flu…measles…an infected cut…step throat…pneumonia…the new Coronavirus…and many more can all potentially lead to sepsis.
I have seen people get hysterical about the Coronavirus. I have seen people mocking those who appear to be hysterical. I worry that there very few people are where they are supposed to be…vigilant and concerned.
I also worry about the people who spread lies about vaccines and that no one holds them accountable. There are many parents who are researching and trying to do what is best and anti-vaxxers prey on these people.
Make your own decisions but make sure you research the places you get your information.
You can ignore Science. You can run from Science. But Science will catch up with you eventually.
The worst case scenario can happen to you. It happened to my husband and my family. Don’t dismiss “worst case scenario” stories as scare tactics. My story actually happened and it was a nightmare. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.
I don’t usually share that part of my story. Personally, it is painful and I wish I could forget it. But I can’t.
And now that story is apart of me.
But with these two important issues going on…the only thing I ask you is to educate yourself on sepsis and the symptoms of sepsis and seek medical care if you or a loved one exhibits these symptoms.
At the very least, please look at the FAQ section from the Sepsis Alliance website but also look around the website. There is a lot of valuable information.
This is from my blog friend Suzanne’s blog. Totally worth the read. A good reminder to stay in your lane.
Today my blog turns three. This is the blog post that started it all.
You could say that my story began on August 30, 1978 at 7:55 am at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston because that is when I entered this world. It was the beginning of my childhood in the Boston area with my Irish-Catholic family. My childhood was pretty ordinary, filled with bike rides, Barbies and games of tag and hide and go seek. I had a strong sense of where I came from. I was fortunate enough to know all four of my grandparents. I also grew up around many aunts, uncles and cousins. It was in my childhood that I developed my love for dogs, history, the Boston Red Sox, the New England Patriots, hoodsies and fried clams. I also developed a Boston accent that still manages to slip out when I am emotional or have been drinking.
You could say that my story really began early morning on…
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