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I change my bag lying down, and in order to see what I am doing, I have to bend at the waist. I can't eat other things because I get severe runs (in the bag) and cramping. I have problems with things that have sugar in them! And I will go all day. I have lived with various aggressive cancers starting in 2003, each one more limiting. Except for the first one in 2003 (breast), the surgeries were all screwed up and left me with such side effects that I didn't want to continue living. Mostly because the surgeon didn't do the thyroid cancer surgery; the resident did it. ๐ก I've had a nicked vocal cord nerve that made me sound like Minnie Mouse for months. My boss actually took the phone off my desk! ๐ณ๐ I STILL suffer when swallowing. I've finally stopped the projectile vomiting and throat spasms I had for years, at least for now. I've walked around with a wound vac and a colostomy, and I was fine. I wasn't in pain or bloated or gaining weight. I was diagnosed when my bowel burst with CLL leukemia. I was laughing at the (can't remember the kind of specialist who deals with special cancers) because he was not nice and threw me off balance when he flew into my room to tell me I had cancer while my care group was spending an hour figuring out how to tell me, but I knew it was still okay because my sister had it too, so I laughed in his face because he was trying to hurt me mentally. Then I had a car accident because my blood sodium levels were so low, and NONE of my doctors saw it (because I don't think they really read the labs when they come back), so I had to have a car accident and go to the hospital and have labs there before anyone knew. ๐๐ I started falling in December, and in January, I had a bone marrow biopsy where they found a VERY aggressive leukemia and two rare aggressive leukemias that have no cure. I am now losing my memory and losing words. My daughter won't let me see my grandson, who is six and who, because they were police officers and worked overlapping shift work, I babysat overnight for his first five years of life. She didn't even tell him I was in the hospital! He thinks HE did something wrong when he can't see me. ๐ข๐ข When I had COVID for three weeks, he wasn't told, and he asked me why I hadn't picked him up, and I realized he thought I didn't want to see him, and I told him I loved him so much that there would never come a time when I didn't love him. Ever. And he threw himself into my arms, and we held each other tight, like when I came home after five months in Sloan Ketteringโbald. He went into a room that could see the driveway so he could process me before I came in, and he saw I was the same person, only without hair. And we looked at each other. Then our arms went out into hugs, and we met, and we were squeezing each other so hard. And I just kept saying how much I loved him. HE got me through my hospital stay with no friends visiting and my poor husband having to drive 100 miles each way two days a week, who saved my life when I almost died, and they called him to come in the wee hours as my health proxy because I was cold and gray with a BP of 65/45. And he said, "Give her 24 hours." And they did. And I survived. I was also conscious of a lot of things while I was dying. Imagine having three showers in five months, never brushing your teeth, or rarely having your sheets changed. I missed three seasons, major holidays, and birthdays. You'd think I would at least get a card. I get no visitors at home. People are uncomfortable. Even when I go out in public, I'm tired of people staring at me (I have hair now) because they want to see what a leukemia patient looks like. I'm afraid if I stumble, people will think I'm drunk. I live in a small town. Now, having an ostomy, I can't go a lot of places because I need to have a bathroom nearby all the time. I can't walk without getting out of breath. Oh, I also have embolisms deep in my lung next to my major heart artery. I can't lift. I can't stand for long periods of time because I have a crushed L1 vertebra. I can't be in the sun due to medication sensitivity. I have to time where the sun will be in my backyard so I know where to sit. My husband and I set up a beautiful sanctuary for birds, deer, and hummingbirds. It's beautiful. I'd rather stay in and read.
My grandson was my reason for living, and my daughter has kept him away from me when we still play so well and have such fun because we LOVE each other.
Oh, I know I should be grateful to be alive, but I am not living. And it's getting worse. And yes, there are most definitely people worse off. But most of them have great support, and that's the key. I don't, and I simply don't care anymore.
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