Where to start.....Till now I have bottled up all that I feel but for some reason am feeling the need to spill my guts , so really have to apologise in advance.
My beautiful man was diagnosed with bladder cancer 2 years ago...Went through chemo and rad which proved to be successful. A year later , it came back with avengence into lymph nodes and we were told the devastating news that it was now incurable due to position of said lymph nodes. My man has just been through 7 months of chemo , aim is to try and surpress growth and spread. He will be lucky if he gets 5/6 months off to recover before next round of chemo. I can't portray enough how incredibly brave he has been or how he has managed to cope mentally and physically, I know not and feel so humbled by what I have witnessed.... Antidepressants, sleeping pills and one to one counselling have helped him muchly.
I gave up work 6 months ago to care for him as he was so ill on the chemo this time around...in hospital twice for infection and then contracted pneumonia...My man has become half the person he was, mentally and I just don't know how he will have the strength to fight the next 6/7 months of chemo.
This time off chemo now is what the doctor said is to be 'our quality of life' time and I am struggling with this so much...Till now I have been the strong one, supporting my man and being his rock , catering for every his need with love....The cracks have now begun to show and I need to find more inner strength from somewhere to carry on supporting my family and I just don't know where to find it....I know whats coming down the road, you see ,due to my work...
.This 'quality of life' time is just filled with my black thoughts and I seem unable to shake them off.. I then riddle myself with guilt for having them and thus is my daily cycle. I need to remain strong for my man and our children. I have no one I can really open up to...family rally round when things are really bad but forget you inbetween and if I am truely honest, they dont want to see it...I guess reminds them of their own mortality..same applies with friends, amazing how many have disappeared off the scene since that big ole C came into our lives.
I feel so ashamed by my selfish black thoughts and the guilt is eating me up.....I miss the man I once had, the man that always made me feel so special, so loved. There has been no intimacy at all and very little affection for 2 years, it was the farthest thing from our minds but right now, knowing we have limited time, I am yearning for the love of my man, I don't mean sexually , just as an equal... I want to forget for just a few moments that I am his carer, I want him to 'live' with me and make beautiful memories but he would rather sit around the house all day, not because of low mood , but just because....I have found myself resenting this so much and then been mortified by my own feelings....how utterly selfish am I? In my head its like I need the love from my man to make me strong again..
This has taking me an age to write, and only covers a fraction of my thoughts... I have read it back and to me it summarises a selfish woman eaten up with guilt , one who needs a kick up the ***.
If your still here and reading...Thank you for listening.