Robbed By IllnessMy husband has so many ills, all brought on by diabetes that he had for years; serious heart problems, strokes (thankfully not too physically debilitating, but caused a lot of deficits), hearing problems that can't be helped by hearing aids because of the way his brain interprets the sound, balance problems, diabetic neuropathy and weakness with nerve pain, and now wound healing issues. He's only 55. He is such a good guy. I am 60, and used to be a very "young" person who by myself and with him truly enjoyed life. I am a prisoner now. Fortunately my job is done at home, so I can keep a watch on him. If I didn't work from home I have no idea how I would be able to be away from him all day. I must work not only for the paycheck but because he has so many medical bills and presc
One of the things that I hate the most is that no one understands what a hell it is having a chronically ill partner. Our friends are always inviting us to their homes and to get togethers, but his heart is so bad he becomes exhausted and has to rest every few hours, and he can no longer walk up and down steps easily, if at all sometimes. None of them "get it" and sometimes I think they don't want to. I feel isolated. I just wish besides our children who are grown and have their own lives, that people who knew us had any understanding of what a hell this is. No one does. Every day it is something new and worse, to the point that if I told anyone who really wasn't around to see things happening they would never believe me. At least I can tell this here and have people understand.
I commiserate with all of you. Until you live it, no one can understand the prison your life becomes. A partner's chronic illness is like a thief that robs both of you of your hopes and dreams. Just when we were empty nesters and were so looking forward to finally being just him and me it all went to hell.