I am a 47 (going on 80) year old father of four. My reasons for living are 8, 6, 3 and 19 months - not to mention my 41 year old bride. I (obviously) didn't get started on a family till late in life. I battled alcoholism until I was 34 and then when I finally got sober, my life really turned around. Got a great new job, bought a house, and married the best woman alive. Life was fantastic. Within two years, I started falling apart. First my right hip was replaced (I was 36) - and I got laid off from my job in the collapse of the telecom world. For the next 10 years I had my other hip replaced (age 39), diagnosed with Lyme disease, had 2 precancerous cysts removed from my neck (separate times), carpal tunnel and trigger finger surgery on both hands, a subacromial decompression of my left shoulder, left shoulder replaced and last fall, my T1 and T2 were fused. My C 5-6-7 will be next, but hopefully not for a while.
I have worked off and on during these years but it is hard to get a job/keep one when you keep ending up needing surgeries. I thought I was done disappointing my parents and being a burden on them. My Dad died suddenly of a brain tumor 5 years ago. I gave him grandchildren he loved but wish I could've had the rest of my life straightened out after the years of hell I put them through. My Mom is 81 and I feel incredible guilt for the added stress I have added to her life. But I have also given her 4 beautiful grandchildren who brighten her life immeasurably.
Despite my best efforts, I snap at my kids when the pain is too much and they are bouncing off the walls or fighting, as all kids do. Sometimes I can't get down on the floor with my 19 month old or pick up my 3 year old or horse around with her older brothers. Since I haven't worked in quite some time, I can't buy my kids the new bikes or karate lessons or take them to Disney World like their friends do. However, I DO tuck my kids into bed every night, regardless of my pain level. I DO act as assistant den leader in Cub Scouts, although I can't always participate physically.
We do the best we can with what we've been dealt. And yes, guilt can eat away at us if we let it. If you can't tell, and I'd be surprised if you can't, I don't have a good handle on guilt myself. It's hard when whenever you leave the house and your 3 year old always asks "are you going to the doctor Daddy?". Half the time the answer is yes. My wife tells me what a good Dad I am. My mother tells me I am a good son. I have a hard time believing either a lot of the time.
Tell you what, I'll pray for you and ask that you do the same. That and putting one foot in front of the other is all we can do. I am sure you are a great Mom.
I'll end this rambling, now that I've probably convinced you that I am a complete basket case
Take care and God bless, Andy