I might hate myself in the morning (mourning?) for doing this, but here goes ….
I have just been so upset the past few days and it seems to deepen in me more and more. I’ve tried to remain positive and look for the light, but the constant trips to the doctor, even though I’ve opted for no treatment are wearing on me. I feel like I’m on exhibit and have to beg for any sort of real help from medical “professionals”.
It was a trip to go and get my records from one doctor, (which were incomplete and filled with outright lies about me) and take them to another doctor who I am not even sure will be willing or able to help me, then a trip to the new doctor’s office to drop off the records, and get a date when he will see me, only to find out I won’t be seen by the actual doctor but his assistant and I can’t see the actual doctor who I might not even like for another month – In the meantime, I’ve had edema for some reason and had trouble getting up and walking, going up and down stairs in this two story house, I am having much pain, I can’t sleep and I have lost 10 pounds since March. I only weigh 95 pounds now and cannot really afford to lose much more.
This is so scary and rotten and I just feel on the outside of everything. My emotional health is ….about null…. my poor husband is taking the brunt of my raw edges and on top of that I am very worried about my oldest son who is drinking himself to death at a rapid rate and after watching my father bleed to death at age 52, I am just so very afraid for my son. I know my son has to go through what he has to go through, like we all have, but he’s my son.
I don’t mean to just fall apart here but I am. Sometimes the grief is overwhelming and it doesn’t seem to matter what I do. Prayer, meditation, anything. I can’t post this on my own blog, I know both my sons read it and I don’t want my family to worry more than they already are. I am just so tired and hurt and afraid and now panic stricken. I’m ready to die in my heart and I’ve made peace with that when I was first diagnosed, but my family…. the grief tonight is just more than I can bear – well, I guess I can get through it, but it hurts and I just feel so broken by it.
I am sorry to let it all out here