<description>&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;If you marry, and mark your day with ceremony, you might include these wedding vows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death do us part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Half-easy to recite, but fulfill—a Sisyphean effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Widowed guest co-host and author Jarie Bolander joins us.&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's book is titled: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ride Or Die: Loving Through Tragedy, A Husband's Memoir&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's memoir, a poignant tribute to his late spouse Jane, is a testament to the power of love and commitment those exact wedding vows embody.&lt;span class="s1"&gt;&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Here's the set-up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Friday, the day after Christmas 2015.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Married less than two years, Jarie and Jane are San Francisco's young attractive power couple. Jarie is 45, a Silicon Valley engineer, entrepreneur, seven-book author, podcaster, blogger, and working on another start-up. Jarie is a highly functional introvert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's spouse Jane, an outright extrovert, runs the public relations firm she founded. A quenchless zest for life fills Jane, a 35-year-old fireball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie and Jane work on making a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;But after two miscarriages…diagnostic blood tests become routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Now, the day after Christmas—after spending a few hectically fun-filled days at Jane's parent's house, it's time to drive the thirty-five-plus minutes home to San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie looks forward to getting home midday and relaxing a bit before their restaurant dinner date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;But Jane insists on having her next routine blood draw today. Jarie protests why Jane can't wait until the next week because it's barely the day after Christmas AND it's a Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The walk-in-no-appointment-necessary laboratory is on the way home. It's quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Blood drawn. &lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;35 minutes later, Jane and Jarie arrive home, unpack, and put their luggage away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane's cell phone rings. An unknown caller. Jarie says ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane answers because restaurants often call to confirm reservations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The restaurant is not the caller--the medical facility calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane's blood test results signal concern. The caller wants Jane to test more NOW. Please come into the hospital via the Emergency Room entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie and Jane enter the ER entrance. And straight away,&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; escorted into a curtained section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Not even 6 minutes pass, two doctors enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;After introductions, one doctor asks Jane do you know why you're here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane says, because I was told over the phone my blood test was abnormal. The doctor agrees.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The doctors also ask about the small patches of red dots on Jane's tummy. The red dots appeared after the last miscarriage—severe cramping often bursts tiny surface blood vessels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane asks why, what about the red dots—and the doctors say they need an opinion from the on-call oncologist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Oncologist? Why an oncologist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;One doctor says, well, we're not exactly sure, but it looks like you might have…leukemia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's book is the first I've read written from a widowed Man's viewpoint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's memoir NAILS it. &lt;span class="s2"&gt;So much echoes my own once-upon-a-time story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie hands you his heart, his fears, his perceived failings. Weaknesses. Strengths. Obsessions. Addictions. Things you only tell your therapist.&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie's experience might parallel yours. For example, as men, we were raised to be protectors, not caregivers. An old-fashioned male archetype? In our DNA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jarie painstakingly details his caregiving odyssey.&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Losing himself in Jane's sickness, he copes by numbing. Alcohol. Pot, Caffeine. His therapist doesn't know to what extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Jane's health declines. Jarie can't protect Jane. His self-perceived failure persecutes him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And from diagnosis to death, not even 18 months pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Kindly observe what happens after Jane's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Because Jarie continues his lionhearted pilgrimage— through grief and anger— to find himself, and love again.&lt;span class= "Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Link to Jarie's website &lt;a href="http://JarieBolander.com"&gt;&lt;span class= "s3"&gt;JarieBolander.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where you can purchase his book and learn about everything Jarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Join us for part 2 of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Yes, and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you shouldn't have to journey alone&lt;/strong&gt;, join me in the My Spouse Died Too community email list for members-only benefits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style= "font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Behind-the-scenes commentary gives you deeper insight--helps you heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Episode alerts so you'll know when a new episode is ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Updates on past podcast guests because their journeys continue too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Plus more thoughts, resources, and random widowed journey stuff I discover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;And it's the best way to contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Because you shouldn't have to journey alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sign-up takes less than thirty-two seconds. 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My Spouse Died Too

Emeric McCleary, Widower

Episode 94: Ride Or Die: Loving Through Tragedy, A Husband's Memoir (1 of 3)

APR 3, 202463 MIN
My Spouse Died Too

Episode 94: Ride Or Die: Loving Through Tragedy, A Husband's Memoir (1 of 3)

APR 3, 202463 MIN

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If you marry, and mark your day with ceremony, you might include these wedding vows: To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death do us part. Half-easy to recite, but fulfill—a Sisyphean effort. Widowed guest co-host and author Jarie Bolander joins us. Jarie's book is titled: Ride Or Die: Loving Through Tragedy, A Husband's Memoir. Jarie's memoir, a poignant tribute to his late spouse Jane, is a testament to the power of love and commitment those exact wedding vows embody. Here's the set-up… Friday, the day after Christmas 2015. Married less than two years, Jarie and Jane are San Francisco's young attractive power couple. Jarie is 45, a Silicon Valley engineer, entrepreneur, seven-book author, podcaster, blogger, and working on another start-up. Jarie is a highly functional introvert. Jarie's spouse Jane, an outright extrovert, runs the public relations firm she founded. A quenchless zest for life fills Jane, a 35-year-old fireball. Jarie and Jane work on making a baby. But after two miscarriages…diagnostic blood tests become routine. Now, the day after Christmas—after spending a few hectically fun-filled days at Jane's parent's house, it's time to drive the thirty-five-plus minutes home to San Francisco. Jarie looks forward to getting home midday and relaxing a bit before their restaurant dinner date. But Jane insists on having her next routine blood draw today. Jarie protests why Jane can't wait until the next week because it's barely the day after Christmas AND it's a Friday. The walk-in-no-appointment-necessary laboratory is on the way home. It's quick. Blood drawn. 35 minutes later, Jane and Jarie arrive home, unpack, and put their luggage away. Jane's cell phone rings. An unknown caller. Jarie says ignore it. Jane answers because restaurants often call to confirm reservations. The restaurant is not the caller--the medical facility calls. Jane's blood test results signal concern. The caller wants Jane to test more NOW. Please come into the hospital via the Emergency Room entrance. Jarie and Jane enter the ER entrance. And straight away, escorted into a curtained section. Not even 6 minutes pass, two doctors enter. After introductions, one doctor asks Jane do you know why you're here? Jane says, because I was told over the phone my blood test was abnormal. The doctor agrees. The doctors also ask about the small patches of red dots on Jane's tummy. The red dots appeared after the last miscarriage—severe cramping often bursts tiny surface blood vessels. Jane asks why, what about the red dots—and the doctors say they need an opinion from the on-call oncologist. Oncologist? Why an oncologist? One doctor says, well, we're not exactly sure, but it looks like you might have…leukemia. Jarie's book is the first I've read written from a widowed Man's viewpoint. Jarie's memoir NAILS it. So much echoes my own once-upon-a-time story. Jarie hands you his heart, his fears, his perceived failings. Weaknesses. Strengths. Obsessions. Addictions. Things you only tell your therapist. Jarie's experience might parallel yours. For example, as men, we were raised to be protectors, not caregivers. An old-fashioned male archetype? In our DNA? Jarie painstakingly details his caregiving odyssey. Losing himself in Jane's sickness, he copes by numbing. Alcohol. Pot, Caffeine. His therapist doesn't know to what extent. Jane's health declines. Jarie can't protect Jane. His self-perceived failure persecutes him. And from diagnosis to death, not even 18 months pass. Kindly observe what happens after Jane's death. Because Jarie continues his lionhearted pilgrimage— through grief and anger— to find himself, and love again. Link to Jarie's website JarieBolander.com where you can purchase his book and learn about everything Jarie. Thanks for listening. Join us for part 2 of 3. Yes, and... Because you shouldn't have to journey alone, join me in the My Spouse Died Too community email list for members-only benefits: Behind-the-scenes commentary gives you deeper insight--helps you heal. Episode alerts so you'll know when a new episode is ready. Updates on past podcast guests because their journeys continue too. Plus more thoughts, resources, and random widowed journey stuff I discover. And it's the best way to contact me. Because you shouldn't have to journey alone. Sign-up takes less than thirty-two seconds. Here's the link: https://www.myspousediedtoo.com. Hope. Heal. Find love again. Give Grief The Middle Finger. ~ Emeric My Spouse Died Too podcast, images, logos, artwork copyright © 2019-2024 by Emeric McCleary. Music and lyrics © 2019-2024 by Emeric McCleary and Elena McCleary.