Before I begin ranting I would just like to point out that nobody IRL knows how I feel, and I won't be letting them know either so hopefully nobody's feelings will be hurt.
I am so fucked off with my MIL being terminally ill. I am fucked off with the transplant team deciding to begin treatment just before ds's birthday so that she will miss it (what if it's the last one she will be around for?), and I am fucked off that DH will be in need of lots of emotional support and reassurance. Before I get flamed for being a selfish and heartless bitch I will explain a bit.
MIL has been waiting for ages for transplant team to decide if she is eligible or not. We thought it would be around May if they agreed to give her one. Dh and I have had problems with sex and intimacy due to me being sexually abused as a toddler. I thought my counselling had sorted that out, but I had a severe flashback about 6 weeks ago and we are back to zero intimacy. I decided with my therapist that I was ready to delve into the dark recesses of my memory and really deal with it once and for all. This sort of thing has had a huge impact on the family in the past, as I can be pretty useless on a practical level and emotionally closed off to DH and DC when I'm going through it all. I spoke to DH and we were preparing ourselves for next week when I would have a therapy session. Then Mil was told 2 days ago that chemo would begin on the 21st March.
The risks of the transplant are very high, so naturally DH is now in a bit of a state. Hopeful that it may be a cure for MIL and terrified he may lose her. I have to put off dealing with the other stuff as dc can't have both parents out of action, and I'm in a mess (a very secret mess that nobody else knows about). I had all this energy ready to put into dealing with this crap and getting rid of it once and for all, and now I have nowhere for it to go!
I know DH and MIL come first, and I love them both and hope I can be useful to them while they go through it all, but I' m full of anxiety and resentment due to having my plans scrapped, and worried that DH's needs will smother me as I struggle with physical contact and being touched. Him hugging me can make me panic and recoil, but I will have to suppress that as he needs me. None of this is any fun 