As some of you know,I was only diagnosed a few weeks ago but like most,been suffering for years.
My nephew has the worst kind of Muscular Distrophy. He was diagnosed when he was 2 and his prognosis was that they didn't expect him to live past the age of 15. He's 21 now and still lives at home but is a palliative patient. His room has everything you would expect to see in a hospital room along with a small fridge with all of his liquid compound medications.He has Scoliosis so bad that he's twisted up like a pretzel. He has signed a DNR and my sister is an amazing caregiver. He's only been hospitalized twice amazingly,but when he has been in the ICU,the nursing staff doesn't even know how to care for him,his machines are different and his case so unique.So even when he's in the hospital ,my sister doesn't get a break. From the time she wakes up until the time she goes to bed she is caring for him and fighting to keep him alive with exhausting therapy.The doctors and nursing staff told her that they've never seen such a strong advocat before.
Up until the last 2 years,we as a family have been trained and have been able to pitch in and give her a break.Now we can't. It's become too much for us to take on and little by little we've been worn down by this horrible disease. He got a feeding tube last year so he doesn't even have the luxury of enjoying food. His airway and esophagus is too twisted for him not to choke.He's on a Ventilator at night(face mask) and gets extra air from a straw-like device that sits in his mouth during the day.The lung therapy called Cough-Assist is grueling and without it every day he would die.
My sister had a car accident 7months ago and has been in tremendous pain,getting injections in her spine ect. We found out friday that she needs major surgery and if she lifts or moves the wrong way,she could parilize her legs. Normally, we as a family , would all pitch in but my mother's75,dad's82 and I'm doing my best to keep myself going enough to look after my daughter.
So I had gotten my hopes up with this treatment I started a week ago,thought it was working for me,but by the time 6 o'clock rolled around last night,I was a total mess. My emotions are all over the place,my pain has flared up and I know it's because of the stress we've all been under and I feel stupid talking about my pain,my disease,because it's not going to kill me?!My mother and I don't talk much now because I lost it one day with her when she told me(for the hundredth time)"Sometimes you just have to push yourself". The morning before I was diagnosed I asserted my feelings about the effect that statement and attitude has had on me over the years so her response was that she no longer wants to know or talk about my health issues. So I got my diagnosis and my sister tried to talk to her about it,because my sister NEEDED to talk and my mother stopped her and said she didn't want to discuss it...she didn't want to know! CAN YOU IMAGINE!?
So here I am...wondering WTH is gonna happen to Matt now that my sister can't care for him...worrying about whether or not my mother's gonna have a stroke because her blood pressure is so high and the stress of it all is wearing us down.I've been viewed as unreliable because for the last 10 yrs I've been fighting depression so bad and now that I know why,my sister and my hubby are the only ones who get it! My mother turned her back on me and I'm hurt and in shock.
I'm trying to keep my perspective but it gets all messed up in my mind and now I'm a mess AND in pain.
I feel like I'm losing the strength to fight. The reason I continue is my beautiful daughter(who is hormonal and now we fight). i'm just so tired.....