situation is my husband has terminal cancer, is on yet another course of chemotherapy and he is finding it gruelling (understatement). he developed a blood clot in the lung and stayed in hospital for four days. thankfully for me, my brother was visiting so i wasnt on my own, but he's a big drinker and i took the opportunity to drink without guilt/being on duty
i relaxed for the first time in nearly two years.
i looked forward to him feeling better and coming home, but i had really strong feelings of anger that suprised me. now, i feel sad. it reminded me of the time when i wasnt my husbands carer, when i had to keep up with him, i didnt feel the need to tell him to eat, drink, rest, be gently active when he could. its so sad to see a formally vibrant man reduced to this.
he still has determination but to see him be so ill from the treatment, that i wander if its worth it.
stuggling with the drink seems so purile when he's going through so much. i think sometimes 'so it will kill me, so what'.
we are both 43, there is a whole life ahead of me, i should look after my health. but at the moment i find it hard to care.
i just wanted to get it out of my head, sorry to be so miserable.
roxane
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