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Since finding out my boyfriends having his ileostomy reversed my anxiety has just been immense. I cannot think of anything worse, and even though I know I should be so happy I just can't be because of our experience this last summer (coma, sepsis, everything going wrong wrong wrong.) I feel so very selfish, but then also feel he is being selfish, which makes me feel more selfish.
The other day in our law class we were arguing (bickering really) about how he wants us to go to Liverpool before the op, whereas I want to go afterwards when he's better (so as not to spend my first time in my favourite city worrying.) He chose to argue his side by saying "this might be the only time I can go again. Remember there's an op coming up." Which I found incredibly insensitive considering he knows that an op to me immediately means chance of dying.
We've also had one of our friends from college die this week, he had a heart attack on Friday evening and early hours yesterday morning his heart stopped. They tried to resuscitate but he was 85% brain damaged. He was 19. This has made my anxiety reach a whole new level, because usually when Joe goes to his op's I can calm myself slightly by thinking "he's young, he'll be fine" I can't believe that anymore.
Sometimes I wish we could have a break, not from each other, but from this horrible disease. It seems like everything goes fine (no flare ups since ileostomy!) then he gets dragged back to theatre (ileostomy reversal. aw.)
Does anyone else ever feel this way? I hope I'm not alone as that's how I feel right now, alone and inconsiderate. :confused2:
The other day in our law class we were arguing (bickering really) about how he wants us to go to Liverpool before the op, whereas I want to go afterwards when he's better (so as not to spend my first time in my favourite city worrying.) He chose to argue his side by saying "this might be the only time I can go again. Remember there's an op coming up." Which I found incredibly insensitive considering he knows that an op to me immediately means chance of dying.
We've also had one of our friends from college die this week, he had a heart attack on Friday evening and early hours yesterday morning his heart stopped. They tried to resuscitate but he was 85% brain damaged. He was 19. This has made my anxiety reach a whole new level, because usually when Joe goes to his op's I can calm myself slightly by thinking "he's young, he'll be fine" I can't believe that anymore.
Sometimes I wish we could have a break, not from each other, but from this horrible disease. It seems like everything goes fine (no flare ups since ileostomy!) then he gets dragged back to theatre (ileostomy reversal. aw.)
Does anyone else ever feel this way? I hope I'm not alone as that's how I feel right now, alone and inconsiderate. :confused2: