My Health, Illness, and Support System


In 2021, my overall health has taken a hit. I went to see a hematologist yesterday and upon reviewing my record in the EMR, he remarked how “busy” I’ve been this year.

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There was the compound wrist fracture that occurred early on Valentine’s Day, resulting in two surgeries, permanent harm, and numbness in the nerve in my left index figure. I’ve had chronic anemia this entire year and required various infusions of iron. They can not figure out the bring about, therefore the go to to the hematologist. My asthma has moved into the extreme and persistent category and I spent a week in the hospital getting IV steroids. I’m in the course of action of becoming evaluated for a process known as a bronchial thermoplasty for the reason that I can not hold taking higher doses of steroids and operating to the ER. A stroke in 2018 left me with no muscle tone in my bladder and I’m experiencing chronic urinary retention. My urogynecologist is figuring out regardless of whether I’m a candidate for a device that will theoretically stimulate the bladder muscle to function.

No wonder my hematologist asked me about my help method. He asked especially, “Who do you have at home?” and I explained no a single but I have my brother close by and he is the very best brother a sister could have. He asked me if I had young children. I basically stated no and left it at that. I do not elaborate for the reason that it gets also complex. I had no maternal instinct ahead of I even was diagnosed with anorexia at 26 and I recall at a single point when I was in my early twenties, declaring to my mother I in no way wanted to have young children. To which she replied, “That’s fine.” I’m grateful to her for not telling me I would alter my thoughts.

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My Father

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I do not regret my choice. I would hate becoming an obligation to my young children in the way my father became an obligation to my brother and me in his old age. Grocery buying, laundry, cleaning. And we could in no way do something great sufficient for him. He lay in his bed, watching tv, sometimes arising to more closely inspect our work and shoot a vital remark off “Why did you get me that shit cake?” Because dear daddy, you didn’t specify which form of cake you liked or disliked.

I in no way wanted to turn into that to my little ones, a situation that could possibly play itself out as my overall health continues to decline. Of course, my father was depressed also, for which he refused to seek remedy. Am I frightened? Yes. But in addition to my brother, I have pals and extended loved ones to whom I can turn to allay my fears and speak to openly and honestly. Sometimes my thoughts goes to worse case scenarios, such as what if I wind up unable to care for myself, needing round-the-clock care such as a nursing house or assisted living facility, but I attempt to place that out of thoughts rapidly. My former psychiatrist Dr. Lev often stated to me, when I used to examine myself to my father, I take care of myself and get the suitable remedy. He neglected himself to death.

Thanks for reading. Andrea

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Originally published in www.psychologytoday.com