I’ve had enough

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My darling Wife passed away almost 20 months ago. I’ve been managing but as we all know life seems like a never-ending nightmare. I have 4 beloved cats to look after including one has just had a big operation and needs six tablets every day. Like an idiot about 10 days ago, I fell and broke my wrist. In the next fortnight, I’m going to have it plated at hospital. There are times when it is so easy to give in to wallowing and self pity. There is no one else at home and I have to manage as best I can. Sometimes I feel that inanimate objects are conspiring against me. If I have trouble opening a bottle, a jar or using the VAC I get so very very angry. I suppose it’s just a case of getting on from day-to-day but my God There are times when life doesn’t seem worth it. I  Just felt I had to vent. My best wishes to all in this living nightmare.

  • Hi Lexis

    I am so sorry to hear that your wife passed away almost 20 months ago.

    I know through my own experience of losing a loved one to cancer that it is a really difficult time and one full of ups and downs. I found my own grief was a journey and one that is hard to navigate. I found at times I was able to manage- mainly through keeping up with day to day routines- work, family, pets etc but at other times I could feel like everything was falling apart. Some days I coped, some times I didn't. I found Home - Cruse Bereavement Support helpful. 

    Through my own cancer in 2022 I found that my cats were a comfort and at times kept me going. I have 3. They still needed me to get up and feed them and take care of them and if I did have a rough day where I felt I didn't want to get up and dressed- they certainly "encouraged me" by meowing in my face in the morning to get me up! 

    I am sorry one of yours has had surgery recently. Always a worry when they are ill. Mine can be a nightmare for taking tablets.

    Am sorry also to hear of your fall and fractured wrist- I hope that your hospital treatment goes as well as it can and that you will soon be back home afterwards. 

    Living alone can makes things feel a struggle. Do you have friends, family, neighbours around that you can call on if needed? I know for me one thing that helped was to try to have a little walk each day, the fresh air and seeing others helped- even if it was just to pop out for milk or a magazine etc. When I was really poorly just moving outside and sitting in the garden would help. 

    Anger and frustration are both very valid and normal responses to losing someone you love and trying to cope with all the day to day challenges. Sadness is also completely normal and I understand that at times life is not what you had hoped it would be and I get that you question whether it is worth it. During these times it is important to try to reach out to others. Have you had any support from your GP during this time?

    If at any point you are feeling low then please do give the Support Line a call. They are there from 8am-8pm daily.

    They would also be able to have a look in your local area to see if there is anything close to you that may help.

    They will understand the need to vent. 

    Remember also that NHS111 is there to support with mental health needs as well

    0808 808 1677 is the Cruse Bereavement Line

    These other links may also help.

    Get help with grief after bereavement or loss - NHS

    Support and self-care for grief

    Samaritans | Every life lost to suicide is a tragedy | Here to listen

    I hope this helps a little and I hope that venting on here has helped in someway to get those difficult feelings off your chest. 

    We are here if you need us.

    Jane

           

    Macmillan Support Line - 0808 808 00 00, 7 days a week between 8am-8pm

  • Thank you so much for your warm and understanding comments, Jane. I really do appreciate them. It is so comforting, in a strange way, to know that I am not alone. Thank you again and very best wishes.

  • You are not alone and we are here when you need us.

           

    Macmillan Support Line - 0808 808 00 00, 7 days a week between 8am-8pm

  • Oh dear. That sounds remarkably like me just now.

    My wife died just about 21 months ago - and now it's just me on my own. About three months ago, I smashed up my thumb joint when I fell over badly, and it needed surgery. I am just now trying to get it working again, but it will clearly never be completely right. Dealing with things literally single-handedly has been hard and, if my wife had still been here, things would have been a lot easier.

    My life currently seems pointless. I know that I have to carry on in memory of my wife, but it is very, very difficult.

    Good luck to everybody in this appalling situation.

  • Hi PTP

    Sorry to read you have had trouble similar to mine. It’s so incredibly difficult to manage things one handed, isn’t it?
    just adding to the grief of bereavement seems particularly vicious and I know what you mean about carrying on. For my part I think it’s just a case of putting 1 foot in front of another, day by day but, as you know, so incredibly hard. My very best wishes to you and everyone else in this situation

  • Thanks. It's a terrible situation.

    Since my wife died, 'putting one foot in front of the other' is exactly what I have been telling myself to do. It is definitely good advice but, when I give that advice to myself it feels like someone else talking at me, rather than me saying something which I really believe.

    I can't see any future just now, but I know that I have to carry on, and I will do so. I am also certain that, had our destinies been reversed, my wife would have been handling this situation much better than I am. But - it's what I've got.

    All the very best to all of us.

  • I believe my beautiful Valen would be handling things better as well. 
    Hes such a placid, gentle, methodical person. And above all incredibly patient. 
    Plus, he was the one to do all the cooking, and I mean 90% of it, the finances, insurance, car etc. 

    So he wouldn’t have had to go through all the hoopla and rigmarole of the sadmin. Or if he did he would have had the patience to do it. 

    I needed to prune the pear tree this week. So many pears on it this year. 
    I managed the lower branches but before he would be up the ladder with me holding it to get to the higher branches. Giggling while we did it with me trying to avoid falling branches. So they will have to stay. 
    Yet another damn reminder of how things have changed. 

    Feeling it hard again tonight. 
    Another day gone without him. 
    Another day about to start without him. 
    Another day taking me further from the sound of his voice. The weight of him next to me on the sofa or bed. The sound of him tapping away at his computer. Of his cooking. Of his snoring. 
    Another day taking me further from him. 
    Thats why I don’t go to bed till 2 or 3am. Putting off the inevitable.

  • "Another day taking me further from the sound of his voice. The weight of him next to me on the sofa or bed. "

    Oh my goodness that resonated with me. I lost my wonderful husband 3 weeks ago and tonight has been my worst night so far. 

  • Just keep coming here Clazzz. We all `get it` and just about all of us can resonate what you're going through. Just over two years for me losing hubby to bowel cancer. Very early days for you so you will be feeling like you do. Take Care of yourself. Best Wishes to you. 

    Vicky x

  • Today the strap on my watch broke. Thankfully I heard it thunk to the ground. (I managed to glue it together)
    Then I drove halfway to the fort before I realised I was still in my slippers. (thank goodness I’m not on a schedule)
    When I got home Alexa lost connection. I noticed she had our old WiFi so tried to connect her to the new one. But she wanted to send a confirmation code to the registered phone. Which is Valen’s. Which I can’t get into. (Turned her off in frustration, turned her back on an hour later and she’s all ok again)
    Then burnt my arm on the air fryer. (Ough)
    Then I sat down and said “I made me a sausage sarnie Buba”. Looked over to him and had a vivid vision of him eating one at our cafe - the only time he ate them. Couldn’t face it after that so gone in the bin. 

    Ive been crying, rocking, pacing ever since and I’ve had enough today. 
    May just stay home tomorrow and not go to the museum. Think I’m overtired.