BlessedDaughter
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- Joined
- Jun 14, 2008
- Messages
- 15
- Reason
- Loved one DX
- Diagnosis
- 06/2008
- Country
- US
- State
- CA
- City
- San Jose
The past few days have been somewhat downer days for me and so I write today just to vent a little.
My father who was diagnosed in June seems to be getting worse. He has bulbar onset and has been using a BiPAP at night now for about a month. We till can't get a dang mask that fits well, so the one that he uses makes big sores on the bridge of his nose.
Shortly after the diagnosed, made up my mind I had to be the rock for my family. So I have done the best I can setting up doctor appointments, etc. Until lately, I have been pretty strong and not too emotional. But lately we have had so much going on, I hit a down time, which I know will happen.
My mother also had knee replacement surgery last week, so she is still recovering. They live within 5 miles from me, so it is close, but yet as a single mom with two young ones and a job, I can't spend as much time as I would like with them.
We just moved them from a two level condo to a one level place and I just wish I could help more to unpack. I try to tell my Dad, we will get it done little by little. But he is adament about parking the car in the garage, so he works in the garage trying to move boxes around, etc. However it does make me feel good that he does not hesitate to let me help him when I'm there.
Also dealing with the kids, my 2 year old gets early intervention services which is time consuming, my soon to be 1st grader is special needs with sensory processing disorder so she just needs constant supervision. It's a lot - but I'm truly blessed that God gave me these two girls to raise (both adopted).
He seems to have more trouble eating and cannot breath well in an environment with no fresh air (has to roll down windows in car sometimes even if A/C on). His right leg is getting weaker, his had strength is getting worse and his talking now is virtually gone. To me it seems as if he has progressed so fast. He told me this weekend that b/c of what is happening to him, he does not want to live. He is ready to meet God.
He and I both cried and I did tell him I understand. He said he does not want to live if he becomes refined to a wheelchair. We both agreed though that we have to accept God's timing and we both know that God will make him well (either through a miracle on earth or by bringing him home).
It just hurts so much now, again I've been fairly strong until lately and just feel suc a deep hurt when I'm alone - I hate what this disease is doing to my wonderful father - I hate that he has to experience this. I hate that this is not slowly progressing. I hate that there is no cure. Yes, I have no choice to accept it, but doesn't mean I have to like it. I just let him know how much I love him and no matter what this disease is doing to him, it doesn't change who is really is.
I know most of you experience the same feelings, so this is not unique or special, but this is exactly why I chose to vent here today, because you "get it".
Thanks so much cyber friends and praise God we have this forum for each other.
B
My father who was diagnosed in June seems to be getting worse. He has bulbar onset and has been using a BiPAP at night now for about a month. We till can't get a dang mask that fits well, so the one that he uses makes big sores on the bridge of his nose.
Shortly after the diagnosed, made up my mind I had to be the rock for my family. So I have done the best I can setting up doctor appointments, etc. Until lately, I have been pretty strong and not too emotional. But lately we have had so much going on, I hit a down time, which I know will happen.
My mother also had knee replacement surgery last week, so she is still recovering. They live within 5 miles from me, so it is close, but yet as a single mom with two young ones and a job, I can't spend as much time as I would like with them.
We just moved them from a two level condo to a one level place and I just wish I could help more to unpack. I try to tell my Dad, we will get it done little by little. But he is adament about parking the car in the garage, so he works in the garage trying to move boxes around, etc. However it does make me feel good that he does not hesitate to let me help him when I'm there.
Also dealing with the kids, my 2 year old gets early intervention services which is time consuming, my soon to be 1st grader is special needs with sensory processing disorder so she just needs constant supervision. It's a lot - but I'm truly blessed that God gave me these two girls to raise (both adopted).
He seems to have more trouble eating and cannot breath well in an environment with no fresh air (has to roll down windows in car sometimes even if A/C on). His right leg is getting weaker, his had strength is getting worse and his talking now is virtually gone. To me it seems as if he has progressed so fast. He told me this weekend that b/c of what is happening to him, he does not want to live. He is ready to meet God.
He and I both cried and I did tell him I understand. He said he does not want to live if he becomes refined to a wheelchair. We both agreed though that we have to accept God's timing and we both know that God will make him well (either through a miracle on earth or by bringing him home).
It just hurts so much now, again I've been fairly strong until lately and just feel suc a deep hurt when I'm alone - I hate what this disease is doing to my wonderful father - I hate that he has to experience this. I hate that this is not slowly progressing. I hate that there is no cure. Yes, I have no choice to accept it, but doesn't mean I have to like it. I just let him know how much I love him and no matter what this disease is doing to him, it doesn't change who is really is.
I know most of you experience the same feelings, so this is not unique or special, but this is exactly why I chose to vent here today, because you "get it".
Thanks so much cyber friends and praise God we have this forum for each other.
B