My DH started suffering from pain in his hip bone at the beginning of this year. I did think he was exaggerating a bit - not exactly intentionally but more winding himself up into a bit of a state with it. As it transpired, it was more sinister than that and it is cancer of the bone. It’s a secondary cancer; the primary is a very rare one and DH has just been incredibly unlucky.
I am a teacher (part time, two days a week) and DH is / was an architect. He’s insistent on continuing to work despite very high levels of pain and is now totally home based.
I hate using cliches but honestly it is just like a bomb has gone off in our lives, or it was at first, and now I think we’re both just kind of staring numbly at the shell of what was. We have two young children and I’m exhausted from doing everything for them plus managing everything else. I feel like my entire day is just charging around after everybody else from when I wake (or more accurately, from when a child wakes me!) to when I finally collapse into bed. I know this sounds really petulant but it’s largely going unnoticed and I never get a thanks.
I have really lost my patience with the children sometimes and feel awful for it; I do apologise but then feel like it happens again ten minutes later. I’m also finding DHs constant presence quite difficult in a way; he had a hospital appointment last week which lasted most of the day and it felt so nice just to have a ‘normal’ day with the three year old. We always used to go out in the morning to a group or swimming or feed the ducks or to a little soft play, then home for lunch and then spend the afternoon playing or doing puzzles or in the garden. Since DH has been home that’s been a lot harder to manage.
Our five year old is confused and sad and a lot of it is coming over as anger but at random things or objects; he won’t really open up about what he’s feeling (I suspect he doesn’t know himself.)
I have a friend who lost her brother to secondary bone cancer and from the sounds of it that poor young man had a horrible end to his life. I have to keep telling myself that this was more than twenty years ago and things have come on massively. She seems to think I won’t be able to go back to work in September (I took the last 3 weeks of work off.)
I feel so alone with everything, even going to see friends is logistically very difficult as I rarely have any space or breaks from the children. I’m scared for the future. I feel desperately sorry for DH. I wish I could help him, and I can’t. Posting hoping others may understand.