Yet another installment of “Who Needs Soap Operas When You Have Real Life” – –
Ed. Note: This post is written to wrap my own brain around all that’s been going on in my life the last 15 years. It is not intended to garner sympathy or validation from others (though I’d be lying to say I didn’t appreciate it). It’s really so I can recount my life experiences in order to validate my thoughts and move forward with my own life.
Okay, so let’s recap…
– GnuKid’s marriage loses its heart and soul.
– GnuKid and The Wife hit the counseling circuit, marriage and personal.
– The Wife contracts leukemia.
– GnuKid takes on caretaker role through leukemia treatment.
– The Wife contracts toxoplasmosis.
– GnuKid’s tenure as caretaker is extended.
Yep, that’s the quick summary of the last few posts (and some of you may be wishing I’d left it at that level of detail…tough, this isn’t about you…Nyaah!!).
The addendums: some other personal issues going on through this 15 year time frame which may have had a mild influence on my mental well being (presuming there was any to begin with)—
– GnuKid’s left eye gets a detached retina. They have to pop it out, freeze dry the rips to keep them attached, put a band around the ol’ eyeball, and put it back. My vision is saved, but my prescription goes way up.
– Most likely due to stress, GnuKid develops a bad case of Urticaria (otherwise known as “Hives”). Swelling (and not in the good place), itching, and general misery. This lasted about three months, during which there were quite a few meds.
– GnuKid’s right eye gets a detached retina. First fix attempt is to pump a huge gas bubble into the eye to hold the rips against the eyeball, requiring me to lie face down for 48 hours. When that doesn’t work, they resort to lasers, welding the rips back into my eyeball.
– Mom passed away.
– GnuKid is diagnosed with Dilated Cardiomyopathy, an enlargement of the heart which reduces its effectiveness. (See? I knew I had a big heart.) Luckily, in my case it is mild and its effects are controlled with exercise and diet.
– One of the hives medicines, a steroid, resulted in my developing nasty ass cataracts, first in my left eye, then a few months later in my right. Both cataracts removed surgically… thankfully on separate occasions. (On a good note to this, the doc inserted intraocular lenses which meant no more glasses [other than reading glasses which I would’ve ended up with anyway]! And, it adds a certain twinkle to my eyes as well!).
– And you already know about my sister’s lung cancer (remission) and my brother’s brain cancer (still fighting)…
So… I think I’m quite ready for some health and happiness in my life, thank you very much – – –
Tags: Health, leukemia, life, recap, The D word, thoughts, toxoplasmosis
July 22, 2008 at 18:05 |
thanks for the “Scores and Highlights” – can almost see the “trailer” with the teasers for next season! Enquiring Minds wanna know what happens next…
July 22, 2008 at 18:29 |
Hell, it sounds like the next book of Job…
July 22, 2008 at 18:55 |
Sweetie, at least half of your troubles can be due to her troubles. It is a proven fact that caretakers, no matter if they are desperately in love or not, suffer more health effects than non-caretakers. It’s just a fact. The urticaria is especially suspicious, and the steroids you need are not with problems. Yeah, I’m surprised you are still around after all that. Hugs.
July 22, 2008 at 20:05 |
Maybe this will help…
Where can you see lions?
Only in Kenya!
Only in Kenya we’ve got lions!
Where can you find tigers?
Only in Kenya!
Only in Kenya we’ve got tigers!
Forget Norway!
Oh Kenya, Kenya, Kenya, Kenya
Where the giraffes are
and the zebra
Oh Kenya, Kenya, Kenya, Kenya
Kenya, Kenya, Kenya Kenya
(Perhaps it’s more effective in person… there’s dancing involved…)
July 22, 2008 at 21:08 |
daisyfae – “Enquiring minds”? i thought everyone in the Trailer Park was a subscriber to the National Enquirer… but, this is feeling like some absurd thing out of the Weekly World News to me… ow!
oscar – welcome to The Wilds. come ride the range with us. yeah, while i was going through the meat of this, i often said i was giving Job a run for his money. i stopped doing that when i figured i was calling the karma gods to make it so.
silverstar – would not doubt it in the least that some of my problems were related to taking care of her. i’ve heard the same about caretakers. i’m still around… hanging on by the skin of my teeth, but still here…
stephanie – [big smile] thank you. those (smiles) have been few and far between lately. this helped dramatically. but i have to ask… is the dancing done with sheer lingerie or outright naked? the libido needs reawakening (a lie, but if it’ll get me some good mental imagery…). ;->
July 22, 2008 at 21:52 |
Hey Gnu! You might not be seeking sympathy…but sympathy vibes I’m sending your way! That, and a nice big hug.
🙂
July 23, 2008 at 07:37 |
le – thanks, i’ll take it even if i didn’t ask for it… especially the hugs. always could use a good hug. and that was a very nice one you sent….
July 23, 2008 at 08:13 |
I think we’ll go with the scantily clad option as The Goal has not yet be achieved and I don’t want to be responsible for your switching teams, ifyouknowwhatImean.
July 23, 2008 at 09:52 |
Yeah? Well I have this really nasty papercut…
July 23, 2008 at 10:22 |
Care-giving is the toughest gig. You have to make yourself a priority because no one else will.
July 23, 2008 at 14:48 |
ok. So that whole vomiting on the eiderdown thing? It wasn’t just a 24hour virus then?
Shite gnu. Over and above the call of duty, my friend.
July 23, 2008 at 19:05 |
stopbouncing – works for me. i have a vivid imagination. and the move has to be–and will be–for me, not anyone else…
kyknoord – [laughin’!! {and a much needed one}] hey, everyone! pity party for kyknoord… on three… one, two, three—“awwwww…..”
anniegirl – working on it, but still difficult, even knowing where i want and need to go. habits are hard to break…
dolce – thanks muchly… yeah, this was some bad ass, long term virus. even drinking heavily didn’t help much. didn’t hurt, either, but….
July 24, 2008 at 18:55 |
fuck!
guess I’d better send a hug too. one for you and one for poor kyknoord
December 6, 2009 at 11:50 |
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