Yesterday I felt such despair. For a time, I lost my wedding ring. While she has not worn hers since BD, I have steadfastly worn mine. I have lost so much weight since this began (50 lbs.) that my ring is loose when in a cool environment, like an air conditioned building. Normally, it would just fall off in my front pocket and my despair would be momentary. Yesterday, it was lost for hours and I thought forever. The symbolism was hard to ignore. I was frantic, turning rooms upside down, re-walking my steps of that day, checking cars, scouring grass and parking lots. I filled out lost and found reports at two different facilities I had been at that day. Then, like a complete fool, I found it where I never thought to look, my back pocket. Normally buttoned, I must have unconsciously had my hand in there and lost the ring when I pulled my hand out. I have to admit, I was close to loosing it. I have since learned about ring spacers and other things you can buy to wrap around your ring to reduce the inside diameter. I don't want to resize it because you lose material and the ring is inscribed.
