FM that is beautiful. I'm sure she won't mind you posting it here. Gosh has brought a tear to my eye.
Ilike thank you for your post, that's what I needed. I really appreciate you sharing your experience. I do feel such guilt, about everything. What really haunts me is a conversation I had with a transplant coordinator when she was deteriorating again, but before she went back to ICU. she said have you thought about what you would do if she needed another transplant? And I said 'no she won't need another one she's fine' and she said 'yes but she has a tendency of going downhill so rapidly' and told me about all the people who had had 4 liver transplants and then died.. and told me their parents had said they should have stopped earlier..but she didn't say about those who had had 3.. and I didn't think it was important to really consider the question because at that stage she was fine.. so I said what I thought I should say, but not what I meant at all: 'I can understand that if another child needs the liver, who would be able to get a better quality of life and survive, then the liver should go to that child and not L' but we had casual chats all the time and I didn't think she'd take that as being my opinion, properly, as it was so informal. BUT it seems that that one comment was written in the notes as 'discussed 3rd transplant with mother, doesn't want it' it is all my fault. I didn't mean it. I had no idea she was about to crash- I thought she would be OK as did the doctors on that day, so I didn't consider the implications in real terms. I hate myself for that day.
sorry, ranting again.
unstuckperson your analogy of a jigsaw is exactly how it is.
PPM- I share your reduced compassion--- and it's not just for planes, it's for anything- even people dying I don't care [evil person emoticon] I've just gone ice cold
Right, totally off topic so I'm sorry, having a hard time with DP at the moment.. as usual.. but he said to me last night he was 'going to work early in the morning for sex'
and he didn't retract it, he just said it's my fault because he doesn't have it at home (sorry to lower the tone) but really, I hardly feel like that right now. You know, death of child, new baby, him being a prat, all of which are not conducive to a happy relationship if there were already huge cracks. I wish I could leave, but feel so trapped.