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It’s a new year, but I feel hopeless
It’s a new year and I feel so hopeless. I don’t want to sound like a whinging whiner but I’m just struggling to find the positive in anything at the moment, and haven’t for quite a few months. I can’t understand why I feel like this, I’ve survived so much that I’ve been told was miraculous. I was told that there was a very low probability of surviving open heart surgery 15 months ago, but I did so surely I should be feeling triumphant, but I’m not. I was led to believe that the surgery was going to solve all my problems- my PH would resolve and I’d feel like a new person. Well my PH has not resolved and while I seem to have recovered my ability to think, little else has changed. I’m still dragging an oxygen tube around with me 24/7, still can’t walk my dogs, still can’t walk further than my bathroom without getting short of breath and feeling like I’m going to pass out,. My friends have all fallen by the wayside because I think people are just over my health issues – there’s only so much drama that people can handle. It’s ironic because I don’t really ever talk about any of this with other people because the level of understanding is so low its just not worth using my precious breath to get a pretty blank stare back. I know it’s because people don’t grasp PH or what the implications are, but it’s been interesting to see how a friend who sadly was diagnosed with cancer (she’s now in remission) has had so much help and concern heaped on her that she’s getting annoyed, and people don’t even want to have a coffee with me because they don’t know how to deal with me.
My doctors are bickering about what group I fall into group 2, or 3 or 5. My pulmonologist says all three which is complicating treatment options. So right now I’m not really getting much treatment except for Ciavor because apparently most of the meds available in South Africa are contraindicated in patients with heart valve problems. I get asked wasnt the surgery supposed to fix you? What are the doctors going to do now? And I pretty much have to say we don’t really have a plan aside from crisis management. People don’t want to believe that there really just is no plan for me and I can’t tell them if I’m going to live for a year or 30 years. I’d like to think the latter but I’m not that optimistic. I think I’m also throwing people because I get up everyday and work like a Trojan all day to make my business work, because I simply have no other option. Surely I can’t be that sick if I can work everyday?! I don’t tell them about the fatigue and the toll it takes on me, about how some days my heart just beats out of control, how some days I struggle just to make myself a cup of coffee.
And of course I’m not the same person that I was before 13 October 2019. I’ve got a different outlook on life now. I’m not all that interested in gossiping about what Alida said to Colleen. Even I don’t understand who I am anymore. I’m just doing my best to survive and to find ways to get used to my new normal.
Things are going to hell in a hand basket in South Africa and we really are teetering on the brink of disaster. Our entire electricity grid is close to collapse and I feel like I might find myself in the psoition of those people in movies who are like the last people on earth having to self sustain. South Africans are a pretty resourceful lot and we are quite resilient but I know I’m not alone in thinking there’s no way back for this country.
I’ve moaned enough now,, thank you for giving me a place to do this where I know I’ll be understood.
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