I’m not sure why I’m posting today, except to see if I can find some relief or help, suggestions or guidance, etc. I seem to have reached the end of my ability to cope with all of this, and I can’t seem to gather myself together.
For the past week and a half, I’ve had trouble sleeping; I’ve been crying on and off for the past three days. I just don’t seem to have control anymore. I can’t stand being in my own house, and I can’t stand being at work. I’m trying to juggle two jobs right now, and just the idea of the obligations overwhelms me.
My daughter brought home her report card yesterday, and her grades have gone down in all categories except one. I can’t tell you how angry I was. But that’s just a small bit of the anger, resentment and hostility I seem to be feeling on a daily basis. I love her so much, but I just can’t do any more in this area. I’m tired of asking her to work harder or to do her best. I’m tired on nagging her about homework and getting things done.
My husband’s ability to think and have a conversation seem to be steadily decreasing. He’s constantly tripping or falling on the stairs or falling while walking. His pain is regulated, so that’s not an issue. But I’m tired of constantly picking him up. I’m tired of having to fill in the gaps of his attempts at conversation. I’m tired of having to explain his grumpiness and illogical behavior to my daughter. It’s been at least a year and six months since he first began acting strangely (and stubbornly) as a result of the brain metastases, and while the surgery may have removed the immediate threat to health, it certainly didn’t make his mind function better or more rationally. I think he actually had more abilities before all the treatments.
I really don’t know what to do, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep all of this up. I know how selfish this sounds, and I feel guilty about it.