Narrowminded
Extremely helpful member
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2016
- Messages
- 2,830
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 07/2007
- Country
- US
- State
- PA
- City
- Pittsburgh
Ok, well it’s 5 o’clock somewhere and I’m having a drink. Dad and Mom are back at the LTC facility via a ride from my SIL.
There is something I want to get off of my chest, but first a disclaimer. This disease is a monster no matter how you face it. Fast, slow or somewhere in between. Whether you are a PALS or a CALS or a family member it all s*cks. I am in no way trying to sound negative to those fighting now or who have fought and the battle is now over. This is my feeling personally. I’m also not trying to say that anyone is “lucky”. That is not my intent.
So I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the moniker my Brian now has “The king of rebound”. The moniker fits, no doubt about that. However, I really don’t wish that moniker on anyone else. The roller coaster that creates is anything but kind. Do I get to have my husband for more time, yes I do. However the constant up and down is really doing a number on my psyche.
I hate to even come here and post when he’s bad because I feel like the “boy who cried wolf”. His signs are/were all definitely bad. They all pointed to things coming to an end. Once again, nope. That’s why I’ve constantly said I have no idea where this is leading. I firmly believe it will happen when it’s least expected and not when he’s showing signs.
We had his first pneumonia a year and a half in or so with the vent. They wanted to call for last rights. We had his 2nd pneumonia. Then his 3rd when he went septic. We had his week long Tachicardia w/o food only water with meds. We had several small boughts this spring/summer.
This is not what anyone needs to go through not PALS, not CALS and not family. Family has seen him in these various stages of “oh no”. They know what I’m telling them is truth, but even they are getting to the point of thinking “yeah ok, been there done that”
This is where I feel those who have gone down hill and slid right into home plate have had it better in one regards and their family has as well. They miss them like crazy, a feeling I have yet to experience. Their world is turned upside down, no doubt. But right now I feel like I’m on an amusement park ride. One that turns you upside down and then right side up and then all the way around.
I’ve braced myself, I’ve sat death watch. I’ve moved forward in my head as to what do I need to do, who do I need to contact, who can help me work through this. What can I do since this will be over? I can visit DD at college, I can try and get my company on better footing because I can be there and actually have part of brain while I am.
Then I’ve promised myself that this time I won’t go there, I won’t look forward. I won’t think about those things. Because when it all turns around again, I just get hurt all over again. I feel like I’m on that ride that just never ends.
Then oh, while you’re on that ride, make sure you take the ball, that is your folks and toss that in the air while you tumble relentlessly. Oh and don’t forget the ball that’s your daughter trying her darndest to get through a very demanding doctorate program all while tumbling herself and not only worrying about her dad, but also about you.
And your son and DIL who should have an awesome young married life before kids, juggling days off to come help you out because your on your little island paddling further and further out to sea.
I just don’t know how to cope with all of this anymore. One minute I feel like. “I’ve got this”. The next I’m hollaring at Brian because I’m trying to fix his computer and he’s looking at something else and opening it at the same time.
It’s all too much, it’s gone on for way too long.
All that said, I have absolutely no clue how I would feel right now if this had all gone quickly, if he had not chosen to vent and would have been 6 feet under right now. The grass is definitely always greener on the other side.
Ok, enough rambling. I just needed to get that all out there.
There is something I want to get off of my chest, but first a disclaimer. This disease is a monster no matter how you face it. Fast, slow or somewhere in between. Whether you are a PALS or a CALS or a family member it all s*cks. I am in no way trying to sound negative to those fighting now or who have fought and the battle is now over. This is my feeling personally. I’m also not trying to say that anyone is “lucky”. That is not my intent.
So I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the moniker my Brian now has “The king of rebound”. The moniker fits, no doubt about that. However, I really don’t wish that moniker on anyone else. The roller coaster that creates is anything but kind. Do I get to have my husband for more time, yes I do. However the constant up and down is really doing a number on my psyche.
I hate to even come here and post when he’s bad because I feel like the “boy who cried wolf”. His signs are/were all definitely bad. They all pointed to things coming to an end. Once again, nope. That’s why I’ve constantly said I have no idea where this is leading. I firmly believe it will happen when it’s least expected and not when he’s showing signs.
We had his first pneumonia a year and a half in or so with the vent. They wanted to call for last rights. We had his 2nd pneumonia. Then his 3rd when he went septic. We had his week long Tachicardia w/o food only water with meds. We had several small boughts this spring/summer.
This is not what anyone needs to go through not PALS, not CALS and not family. Family has seen him in these various stages of “oh no”. They know what I’m telling them is truth, but even they are getting to the point of thinking “yeah ok, been there done that”
This is where I feel those who have gone down hill and slid right into home plate have had it better in one regards and their family has as well. They miss them like crazy, a feeling I have yet to experience. Their world is turned upside down, no doubt. But right now I feel like I’m on an amusement park ride. One that turns you upside down and then right side up and then all the way around.
I’ve braced myself, I’ve sat death watch. I’ve moved forward in my head as to what do I need to do, who do I need to contact, who can help me work through this. What can I do since this will be over? I can visit DD at college, I can try and get my company on better footing because I can be there and actually have part of brain while I am.
Then I’ve promised myself that this time I won’t go there, I won’t look forward. I won’t think about those things. Because when it all turns around again, I just get hurt all over again. I feel like I’m on that ride that just never ends.
Then oh, while you’re on that ride, make sure you take the ball, that is your folks and toss that in the air while you tumble relentlessly. Oh and don’t forget the ball that’s your daughter trying her darndest to get through a very demanding doctorate program all while tumbling herself and not only worrying about her dad, but also about you.
And your son and DIL who should have an awesome young married life before kids, juggling days off to come help you out because your on your little island paddling further and further out to sea.
I just don’t know how to cope with all of this anymore. One minute I feel like. “I’ve got this”. The next I’m hollaring at Brian because I’m trying to fix his computer and he’s looking at something else and opening it at the same time.
It’s all too much, it’s gone on for way too long.
All that said, I have absolutely no clue how I would feel right now if this had all gone quickly, if he had not chosen to vent and would have been 6 feet under right now. The grass is definitely always greener on the other side.
Ok, enough rambling. I just needed to get that all out there.