Hey ladies, I hope you don't mind but I need to vent something personal. First I'll do a little background to catch everyone up. This will probably be a really long post.
Sept 2011 my husband was diagnosed with Stage 3a Nodular Sclerosis Hodgkin Lymphoma. We weren't even married a month when He was diagnosed. My husband having cancer and going through treatments was hands down the most traumatic time of my life.
He went through chemo treatments and I was by his side every second. The chemo just made him so sick. He went from 170lbs to 125, ran a 102 temp constantly. He had the most horrid night sweats. Literally from the moment he closed his eyes to when he woke up he would sweat. I had to wash our sheets 2x a day because he slept all the time. He also had to sit through at least 10 blood transfusions.
They took awhile to diagnose him so he had to go through a ton of tests. From surgical biopsies to having to suffer through 2 bone marrow biopsies. For those of you who done know what a bone marrow biopsy is, the basically take a chisel to your hip bone (least that's where they did his) and ram it through your bone to get a sample of the marrow inside. I was in the room for the first one and nearly passed out. My husband was in so much pain. He ripped apart the bed/seat thing in the exam room.
Not being able to do anything for him was by far the worst part. I had to sit there and watch him go through more pain then anyone should ever suffer. Watch him slowly wither away from chemo knowing I couldn't stop it. All I wanted to do was make him better and I couldn't. Watching the person you love the most in the world fight for their life is just...so... soul crushing
Just thinking about all of it makes me cry again. Anyways, thank the heavens above, after 6 months of treatment my husband was officially in remission. There were no signs of the cancer anywhere
. We were so happy but our fight was just beginning.
During the treatments my husband lost his job, lost his insurance, and we lost our house. He went on government medical to cover the rest of his treatment but that meant I couldn't work. They only gave it to him because of his condition and that he lost his job. They would have taken it away if I worked. Since we couldn't work, we couldn't afford house payments so we had to move in with family until we got on our feet.
Oh gosh I just noticed how long this is already. Long story short, husband busted his butt until we were back on track. Everything is amazing now. 6 months ago he went in for a check up scan and they saw something in his chest. They feared the worst and sent him in for a chest biopsy. That made my world crumble. All the horrible nightmares of that time came flooding back. Luckily everything was ok and he was still cancer free. The surgery was brutal and I found myself nursing my husband back to health again but I was more then willing to do it.
Well, his next check up scan is tomorrow and I can't help but freak out.. Its been over a year but it feels like it was yesterday. I am so scared he will have cancer again. I honestly don't know what to do. I am still so raw from the first time that I don't know if I could handle it again. Well, I would handle it again because my husband would need me but It will be so hard. I try to talk to friends and family about it but they pretty much just brush me off. "He will be fine don't worry" is the response I get. I do understand why they do it, I know they think it will help and don't want me harping on it but I just can't help it. I wish one of them would let me talk at least. Get all my pain and worry off my chest. I talk to my husband a little bit about it but I don't want to burden him with my craziness. However hard that time was for me it was 5x harder on him.
Thanks for letting me vent and write this novel to you all. In my heart of hearts I know my husband is ok but it is hard not to worry.