Please, please help me. Just listening to my eight year old boy getting himself a bowl of cereal - he's hungry, and I'm lying in bed in agony. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I thought everything was going right for me when I had my little girl last year - finally the family I'd always wanted - but I can't look after them well enough and it's killing me inside. I'm of no earthly use to them or my husband.
I was diagnosed with MS and coeliac disease after DD was born (it sounds so trivial compared to what some of you are going though, and my mum survived breast cancer!) but I can't take the tablets for my MS. The constant stomach pain is excruciating and I've made everything worse by unknowingly eating something with wheat in this evening.
My husband works shifts so I'm always with the kids, and he's not well himself. I'm trying to make hospital appointments to sort myself out and get some proper pain relief, but they're weeks away and in the meantime my poor children are suffering. Having to see me writhing on the floor, unable to get them anything to eat. There's just no rest from pain, night or day, and some days I can't even take them out, I feel so dreadful. I dont want life to be like this any more, it's so unfair on them.