AragornElessar
04-22-2012, 05:57 AM
Oh AragornElessar, I wish things were easier for you too. :( That just sounds terrible. It's also terrible that the doctors have stopped trying to figure out what's wrong or even believing that there's something wrong to fix. (Aren't doctors SUPPOSED to be empathetic? :huh: )
I used to think so. :( I wish things were easier for me too.
I don't think he's hit that point yet. They keep testing him, TRYING to look for something. Which is why I'm still unconvinced that it's cancer - if you're looking for something, you usually find it. I mean on Wednesday, he'd gone in for 2-3 (it was definitely more than one) CT scans in just that one day. I'm sure they aren't dragging him out of bed and into the CT scanner because the nurses have nothing better to do. Or at least I hope not....He's having another procedure, I think a colonoscopy, tomorrow morning. They're going to test him out so much that I think the only other thing to try would be to cut him open and see for themselves. :(
I hope whatever's going on is found and soon for his sake and all of yours as well.
{{{AragornElessar}}}
Unbelievable. Unbelievably awful and you're talking about 10 years of your life with no obvious end in sight?
How do you keep your spirits up and keep going? Are you at least in a situation where you don't have to work or worry about money?
The last two years has not been easy, as now depression's reared it's ugly head and that's half due to what I'm going through and half due to my Dad's own ill health. Factor in my Mom's in deep denial over how things are now and...It has not been fun around here and that's an understatement.
I do crochet and knit for charity, mostly for the Neo Natal Unit in Sudbury, and that has helped a wee bit. However even that's starting to not be enough. Another thing that doesn't help are these "well meaning" people who know my Parents, but don't know me and decide I need a talking to about being positive about my situation.
We're in the middle of nowhere, I'm legally blind and can't drive. Now if what's going on w/me other than that wasn't, I'd be out of here and working somewhere. Mom's now legally blind due to Macular Degeneration and Dad's health is so bad he can't drive anymore. Which means here we are in the middle of nowhere and dependant on people to drive us over to Sudbury, three hours away, when we need to go over there. The latest person who has volunteered was someone from our local Church and while Mom knows her well from the United Church Women's Auxilary, I had never met the woman until two months ago when she dropped me off at my sister's on her way to Toronto.
I'm used to people not getting why I hate it here, I wasn't born nor raised here and my parents were and...Anyway, usually people do listen to me explain *why* I hate it here, but she didn't. She's originally from Toronto and thinks it's just so wonderful and isn't willing to believe that perhaps what is wonderful for one person is Hell for another. Also told me I need to get more involved in the Community. Easy to do when you can drive and everyone else is of your own Generation, but when you're about to turn 40? Not so much.
Not only did I get a lecture on being more positive, complete w/a story about how her Mother couldn't eat solid food when she was near the end of her illness, it was horrible, but her Mom always said how wonderful it was because at least she had something to eat,. That ended up being followed up w/how I shouldn't be so angry and I need to let go of that and the resentment I seem to have...etc...etc...etc... This was paired w/Contempory Christian music the entire way.
As I told my sister, that is the *last* time I ever get a ride w/her. She replied w/rolling her eyes and then wondering why after hearing what I've been through that woman would even begin to think I didn't have a right to be angry about what's happened. Even our Transplant Social Worker in Sudbury told me she'd be worried about me if I *wasn't* angry about all of this.
Then she ended up having to be the Driver for me, my Mom and my Cousin to a Family Funeral a couple of weeks ago and she said something to me that not only she had no right whatsoever to say to me, nor in the manner it was said, but was beyond the wrong time to say it. I let her have it and now Mom keeps going on about how she'll never drive me again. Well, all I have to say about that is one thing. Good!!
((((((AragornElessar)))))
Thanks for sharing your story.
I hope that your activities here have helped you cope with what you deal with on a daily basis.
I honestly don't know what I would do w/out the Internet and various communities I belong to on it. I would have lost it a long time ago w/out it and I know that to be the honest to God truth. And actually, while it's been ten years w/this battle, in total it's actually fifteen when you combine it w/another medical issue I literally had to fight to have looked after. Did you know that even though when your left big toe has completely shifted over towards the left, is under the first two little toes and touching the tip of the third, that means the foot is normal and nothing's wrong w/it?
That took five years of going to various Ortho Surgeons to finally find Dr. Daniels at St. Mike's in Toronto. The ones who didn't do feet wanted to help me, but as they only did hips and knees, couldn't. The ones who did, well...See above.
My first follow up after the joint being taken out and the toe fused, he came over to me w/his Residents in tow and asked me to tell them what I had gone through over the previous five years. Since I'm used to being used as a teaching tool for Residents, which I don't mind as it might help someone else somday, I didn't think anything of it and proceeded to tell them the entire story. After thanking me, he turned and told them when he saw the shape my joint was in in the OR, he was horrified.
It literally broke into pieces as he was taking it out and if things had been allowed to keep going the way they had been, it would have imploded in my foot w/in six months. He then *very strongly* told them to *never* allow any patient of theirs to *ever* go through what I had to go through.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there on the gurney in the Fracture Clinic w/this expression ---> :eek:
Which then had him apologizing because he thought I had been told before that, as he'd sent the report to my Family Doctor. Who I hadn't seen before the Follow Up appt, so...Yeah, just a bit of a shocker to find out about.
I graduated College w/a Diploma in Broadcast Journalism in 1998, had my Internship at CTV Sports and that was the last and only time I ever did anything in the Industry. Between what happened w/my foot and now w/my pain/partial bowel obstruction, I haven't been able to even think of applying for anything. I am on the Disablity Pension here in Ontario and have been since I was old enough to apply for it due to my eye disease taking away my periphal vision, so at least I do have some money coming in, but if I wasn't able to live w/my Parents I don't know what I'd do.
Thanks Everyone for the good wishes. ((((Right back at all of you))))
I used to think so. :( I wish things were easier for me too.
I don't think he's hit that point yet. They keep testing him, TRYING to look for something. Which is why I'm still unconvinced that it's cancer - if you're looking for something, you usually find it. I mean on Wednesday, he'd gone in for 2-3 (it was definitely more than one) CT scans in just that one day. I'm sure they aren't dragging him out of bed and into the CT scanner because the nurses have nothing better to do. Or at least I hope not....He's having another procedure, I think a colonoscopy, tomorrow morning. They're going to test him out so much that I think the only other thing to try would be to cut him open and see for themselves. :(
I hope whatever's going on is found and soon for his sake and all of yours as well.
{{{AragornElessar}}}
Unbelievable. Unbelievably awful and you're talking about 10 years of your life with no obvious end in sight?
How do you keep your spirits up and keep going? Are you at least in a situation where you don't have to work or worry about money?
The last two years has not been easy, as now depression's reared it's ugly head and that's half due to what I'm going through and half due to my Dad's own ill health. Factor in my Mom's in deep denial over how things are now and...It has not been fun around here and that's an understatement.
I do crochet and knit for charity, mostly for the Neo Natal Unit in Sudbury, and that has helped a wee bit. However even that's starting to not be enough. Another thing that doesn't help are these "well meaning" people who know my Parents, but don't know me and decide I need a talking to about being positive about my situation.
We're in the middle of nowhere, I'm legally blind and can't drive. Now if what's going on w/me other than that wasn't, I'd be out of here and working somewhere. Mom's now legally blind due to Macular Degeneration and Dad's health is so bad he can't drive anymore. Which means here we are in the middle of nowhere and dependant on people to drive us over to Sudbury, three hours away, when we need to go over there. The latest person who has volunteered was someone from our local Church and while Mom knows her well from the United Church Women's Auxilary, I had never met the woman until two months ago when she dropped me off at my sister's on her way to Toronto.
I'm used to people not getting why I hate it here, I wasn't born nor raised here and my parents were and...Anyway, usually people do listen to me explain *why* I hate it here, but she didn't. She's originally from Toronto and thinks it's just so wonderful and isn't willing to believe that perhaps what is wonderful for one person is Hell for another. Also told me I need to get more involved in the Community. Easy to do when you can drive and everyone else is of your own Generation, but when you're about to turn 40? Not so much.
Not only did I get a lecture on being more positive, complete w/a story about how her Mother couldn't eat solid food when she was near the end of her illness, it was horrible, but her Mom always said how wonderful it was because at least she had something to eat,. That ended up being followed up w/how I shouldn't be so angry and I need to let go of that and the resentment I seem to have...etc...etc...etc... This was paired w/Contempory Christian music the entire way.
As I told my sister, that is the *last* time I ever get a ride w/her. She replied w/rolling her eyes and then wondering why after hearing what I've been through that woman would even begin to think I didn't have a right to be angry about what's happened. Even our Transplant Social Worker in Sudbury told me she'd be worried about me if I *wasn't* angry about all of this.
Then she ended up having to be the Driver for me, my Mom and my Cousin to a Family Funeral a couple of weeks ago and she said something to me that not only she had no right whatsoever to say to me, nor in the manner it was said, but was beyond the wrong time to say it. I let her have it and now Mom keeps going on about how she'll never drive me again. Well, all I have to say about that is one thing. Good!!
((((((AragornElessar)))))
Thanks for sharing your story.
I hope that your activities here have helped you cope with what you deal with on a daily basis.
I honestly don't know what I would do w/out the Internet and various communities I belong to on it. I would have lost it a long time ago w/out it and I know that to be the honest to God truth. And actually, while it's been ten years w/this battle, in total it's actually fifteen when you combine it w/another medical issue I literally had to fight to have looked after. Did you know that even though when your left big toe has completely shifted over towards the left, is under the first two little toes and touching the tip of the third, that means the foot is normal and nothing's wrong w/it?
That took five years of going to various Ortho Surgeons to finally find Dr. Daniels at St. Mike's in Toronto. The ones who didn't do feet wanted to help me, but as they only did hips and knees, couldn't. The ones who did, well...See above.
My first follow up after the joint being taken out and the toe fused, he came over to me w/his Residents in tow and asked me to tell them what I had gone through over the previous five years. Since I'm used to being used as a teaching tool for Residents, which I don't mind as it might help someone else somday, I didn't think anything of it and proceeded to tell them the entire story. After thanking me, he turned and told them when he saw the shape my joint was in in the OR, he was horrified.
It literally broke into pieces as he was taking it out and if things had been allowed to keep going the way they had been, it would have imploded in my foot w/in six months. He then *very strongly* told them to *never* allow any patient of theirs to *ever* go through what I had to go through.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there on the gurney in the Fracture Clinic w/this expression ---> :eek:
Which then had him apologizing because he thought I had been told before that, as he'd sent the report to my Family Doctor. Who I hadn't seen before the Follow Up appt, so...Yeah, just a bit of a shocker to find out about.
I graduated College w/a Diploma in Broadcast Journalism in 1998, had my Internship at CTV Sports and that was the last and only time I ever did anything in the Industry. Between what happened w/my foot and now w/my pain/partial bowel obstruction, I haven't been able to even think of applying for anything. I am on the Disablity Pension here in Ontario and have been since I was old enough to apply for it due to my eye disease taking away my periphal vision, so at least I do have some money coming in, but if I wasn't able to live w/my Parents I don't know what I'd do.
Thanks Everyone for the good wishes. ((((Right back at all of you))))