Hi everyone,
Bit of a rough one. We had some not-so-great news recently – my other half went in for an ultrasound (for unrelated stomach nonsense), and we got that kind of call from the doctors. You know the ones that come late at night and make your stomach drop.
Turns out he has liver disease – not alcohol-related – and it’s already progressed to cirrhosis. As a bonus, they also found a mass on his liver that they’re concerned might be cancerous.
He’s now waiting on a liver biopsy and still needs the endoscopy for the original mystery stomach saga. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in that weird limbo between “must stay calm” and “would it be inappropriate to scream into a tea towel?”
To say I’m reeling is an understatement. We’ve got two children with SEND, both struggling massively with their mental health. Life was already intense, and this has just added another level of uncertainty and fear.
I’m trying to hold it together for everyone, but I’m exhausted. I swing between numbness, anxiety, and sheer panic about what comes next – for him, for the kids, for all of us.
If anyone’s been through something similar – with liver stuff, the NHS journey from here, juggling kids and serious illness, or just general “how not to collapse in a heap” advice – I’d be hugely grateful.
Also open to dark humour, practical tips, or instructions for building a small fort under the stairs.
Thanks for reading