I don't know if this discussion board is mostly for patients, but I've been really stressed lately, and a friend found the site for me and told me I had to join or she was going to email someone for me, LOL.
Anyway, I'm looking for other spouses/significant others to connect with. My husband has VHL, which I knew when I married him. I "knew what I was signing up for," so to speak. But you can't really understand what this means, let alone what it will mean when you have children, when you are 21-years old and in the first flush of love.
Although I should also add, right off the bat, that I have NO regrets. We recently celebrated our 10th anniversary, and I reflected on what we've been through as a couple, and I realized that in many ways, his health struggles have made us much stronger. We've learned to understand each other on deep levels that I think most couples don't achieve until much later in marriage. And we've learned that we can weather any storm together - no matter how big. I love him with all my heart.
But does that mean this is easy? No, of course not. The last two years have been easily the most difficult of my life. There have been other big things going on exacerbating all of this, but the center of this particular storm has been our struggles with my husband's health.
When I was pregnant with our youngest child (after two years of trying! it should have been a joyous time...), not only did they find his first brain tumor, but also his one remaining eye (his been blind in the right eye for almost 5 years now), which had always been in good shape despite the fact that there were tumors in it, began declining rapidly.
When our son was 3 months old, he underwent a vitrectomy. That turned out pretty well, and by the summer of 2007, we were feeling pretty good that all was well. The one problem was a cataract that had developed and wasn't resolving itself, so in June 2008, he had a cataract removal, and that's when things really started going downhill.
Well, that's not entirely true. The removal went fine, and it was truly a "walk in the park" compared to other surgeries he's undergone. But just as he was getting back to driving again, at the end of July, there was a sudden and dramatic detioration in his vision. Off to his retinal specialist we went and...another detachment.
So in August 2008, he had another vitrectomy. The recovery was even tougher this time, with much more inflammation and the development of some sort of scar tissue that collected at the front of the eye. Fortunately, that was easily resolved with an injection, but it was still a harder recovery than the Jan 2007 surgery.
Again, all seemed OK for a couple of weeks. He went back to work. And literally the same day, his vision deteriorated dramatically again. I'm sure you see this coming - another detachment. Compounding this was the fact that we then got the results of his latest round of scans and, after 4 years of no growth, his kidney tumors are growing again and nearing the size that will necessitate surgery.
So there's a good chance he's going to need 2 more surgeries in the first half, or even the first quarter, of next year. To say I'm stressed is an understatement. Of course, the biggest concern is just his overall wellbeing - his mom was widowed when DH's dad was only 39, and that's just 8 years off for my DH. That is scary enough.
But in many ways, that's also the least concern b/c, right now, nothing seems life threatening. Rather, it's just the stress of getting through the everyday. We have two young children, and each surgery means that I end up almost a single parent temporarily. Also, he can't help around the house as much as he used to, and I'm no Martha Stewart as it is - we've always worked very much as partners around the house, and I find my control over it when it's just me slips steadily. I just get overwhelmed, which paralyzes me, and nothing gets done. I've also had to take over our bill paying, which used to be his arena, and although I'm perfectly competent, it's still just an added duty. And, as I tried to work my way into his system last August, a few bills slipped through the cracks. They shouldn't hurt our credit dramatically, but we've always been very careful to maintain good credit, so it bothered me nonetheless.
Plus, we're not in the best financial situation anyway (we live in metro Detroit - it ain't pretty here, to say the least) and I worry about even the smallest credit hits like that. Because one BIG issue facing us right now is that we live 35 miles, one way, from his office, and that's simply not doable when I'm needing to drive him in (fortunately, I work with him, and although I'm supposed to work almost entirely from home, I've been working from the office a couple of days per week so I can take him in) or he has to take the bus (nearly 2 hours each way, and after dark, he can't see well enough to read the bus numbers). We NEED to sell and move closer to where he works in the city. But we can't. Nothing is selling here, and we're upside down on our mortgage anyway thanks to how prices have plummeted. And we fear our credit taking any hit because that will just make a future move all the more difficult.
Topping everything off is the fact that our son just turned 2, which means it's time for us to have him tested. This waiting - first for the appt, then for the results - is just the worst. There is a perpetual knot in my stomach. If it is hard walking this road with my husband, I can't even imagine walking it with my child, too. The mere thought has led me to tears more than once in the last couple of months.
And topping all THAT off is the fact that my mom just had a stroke or some other unidentified neurological event last weekend, a couple of weeks after losing her job, and my dad may lose his job soon, leaving them with no insurance b/c his company is so small that they don't qualify for COBRA. And I may be out of a job myself as of 1/1.
I can write all this fairly calmly, but in honesty, I feel like I'm barely holding myself together. And most of the time, I feel really alone - no one I know has any idea what it's like to have a spouse with VHL or even any other severe chronic condition. They all offer their support and prayers, but it's not the same as a truly empathetic ear. Which is why, after a recent near breakdown, my friend tracked this site down (actually, my DH knows about the VHLFA, but I don't know if he knows the message boards exist) and insisted that I talk to you all. She said I need advice from other people going through the same thing, and I know she's right.
So, now that you all know what I'm going through right now - I'd greatly appreciated any advice you have from going through it yourself. How do you get through times like this when it seems like everything is happening at once? Have you ever found an effective face-to-face support group? How do you make TIME for one? I feel like between shuttling my DH around, shuttling my kids around, and doing my own job (which is only about 20 hours/week, but still keeps me very busy), I simply don't have time. And I don't know if it would be worth it to me. I envision caregiver support groups as a bunch of retirees whose spouses have cancer or something and can't really relate to me, as someone who still has a very young family. (Also, clue me in - are support groups free, or how much do they cost? Money is a huge consideration for us.)
And most of all - how do you deal with the guilt about feeling so overwhelmed? I have a feeling I'm not alone here, but maybe I am - I feel so bad that I feel bad! After all, I'm not the one who is sick. I don't face losing my vision. I don't face having cancer spread throughout my body from metastic kidney tumors. I don't face brain surgery. And I don't face never seeing my kids grow up. I feel like, who am I to complain? How dare I? And I certainly can't bring myself to talk to him about all this, the one person who might sort of understand.
OK, I'll wrap this massive post up. I am brand new to this community, so if there are previous posts I should read or other resources on the site I should know about, please point me at them. I'd deeply appreciate it.
If you've stuck with me for this long, thank you...




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