I want to apologize for this post before I even post it...but there is really no one who wants to hear me whine any more.
Another Saturday evening and DH is sleeping, feeling "unwell". That's his terminology for "sick". DH developed Crohn's during our first year of marriage. It took several years for him to be diagnosed correctly, he's had numerous surgeries, lots of meds, prednisone dependent, currently on Humira. Weighs a "whopping" 130#, has no energy and no muscle mass left. He has two abdominal fistulas and has been told he needs surgery again and is currently mulling that over. He really doesn't want to go through that again. Last surgery/hospitalization was fraught with complications and was really a miserable hospital stay of 7 weeks. We probably should have raised some hell over his care, but I was too afraid of what might happen next, ya know! I know now that I cannot ever leave him alone in the hospital again. But I digress....
DH often says this disease is harder on me than on him and tonight is really the first time I am thinking he might be right...although I will never tell him that. Perhaps because deep down, I think I have always hoped he would get better...that HIS "remission" was right around the corner...that we might have a more "normal" life before life ran out. But I know now that isn't ever going to happen. We are in the Autumn of life and it "ain't" gonna change. Could things be worse? Of course. My best friend from school is currently dying of Cancer. (She was diagnosed with a "most likely curable", but "certainly controllable" Cancer just over a year ago! Sometimes, I think we would all be better off with witch doctors.) But knowing that things could be worse is sometimes of little comfort as I am sure you are all aware.
I know there are other spouses out there who have walked this road, fought the same battles, cried the same tears...I am nothing special. But I am tired, DH is tired. And yet, he/we continue to plug along, making light of the misery and spending the kids' inheritance on ostomy supplies and over-priced injectable drugs! I am sure there is a purpose to all of this...but I sincerely doubt I will ever see what that purpose is.
That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger? Sounds good in theory...doesn't feel so good much of the time. Does it?
Off to find something to fill my evening with! If you read this far, thanks for letting me whine...and sorry again for the downer of a post!