Hubby thinks that if he died, he’d be helping me out because I wouldn’t have to do the dialysis and related chores. I wouldn’t have so much frustration over communication. I wouldn’t have the hassle over the food.
QuoteHubby thinks that if he died, he’d be helping me out because I wouldn’t have to do the dialysis and related chores. I wouldn’t have so much frustration over communication. I wouldn’t have the hassle over the food.It is possible to admit that this is indeed true without diminishing your commitment to help him as best you can.Frustration is aggravated by forcing yourself to live the lie of believing only those things a "nice person" is supposed to believe. The cognitive dissonance that arises from forcing yourself to pretend to believe "it ain't so" just adds to the stress.
So often I read about hemodialysis being such a drain (folks have reported that they need a full day of rest to recover and then it's back to the clinic the following day) that hubby has shied away from that option.
Hi PrimeTimer!I'm so very glad to read your post here. So often I read about hemodialysis being such a drain (folks have reported that they need a full day of rest to recover and then it's back to the clinic the following day) that hubby has shied away from that option. It's really good to read that your life together significantly improved when your hubby returned to the clinic for his treatments.I wonder if that is the case for the majority of hemodialysis folks...When we see patients waiting for their "turn in the chair", they mostly look so tired, so weary, so ruined that hubby says, "I'll never do hemodialysis..." But then again, we don't see those patients leaving after the treatment - maybe they're way better afterwards.I wish we could know before getting the fistula or chest catheter. I wish we could "try before we buy".