msnobody wrote: ↑Thu Jan 16, 2025 5:33 am
I’m going to mention this in this thread. Have you felt a sense of loneliness as you have gone through these GI issues? I know I did in my first few years of having CML and its treatment, although I had tremendous loving support of family and friends. Placing this in the thread as it may help validate someone else’s feelings as they experience their own issues.
I took the opportunity to reply to your question in detail (giving examples) privately. The short answer is YES! And I don't know how I haven't lost my mind entirely already. For the most part my family understands but there are times when I think I haven't been heard at all and I feel invisible. I'm not one to cry out in pain or go around moaning. You wouldn't know I was in pain unless you took a good long look at my face or noticed that I'm not talking or that I've gone off by myself. Those are signs in me that I am suffering. I tend to be very stoic, silent, and get through whatever discomfort there is until it's over with. Then I pick myself up, get busy, and keep going on whatever I can manage to do to play catch up. If I were to give voice to how I feel in those cases, it would probably sound like a howling scream.
The high levels of anxiety I had are gone now. I still keep my phone shut off most of the day and I just the other day reconnected the door bell on the house. I had removed it because the sound of it got on my nerves. I had a startle reaction to sound at the time. My energy level is normal again.
I do feel underserved by the gastro practice. I've been a year under their "care". Never been tested for anything except the first scopes when they did some biopsies and I don't have a solid diagnosis. I've never been questioned or educated about risk factors and on one has gone over my meds which the Levo can be a risk factor for someone being treated for Hashimomoto's resulting in GI issues...which is me. And I'm tired of knowing these things without the gastro folks ever initiating a discussion of these topics with me. If you look a few posts back you can see my daily log of weight checks I'm doing in advance of seeing the gastro doc next week. I intend to make that appointment count for something. I'm also going dressed in layers so I can peel off a layer and let him SEE what my body looks like and show him a before photo on my phone. I have no idea if that'll shock him into reality or not or if that's even a good idea but I want him to know what I am seeing in my own self because it's alarming.
Every day I wake up feeling fine. Then I go about the business of trying to figure out what to eat every few hours to get calories in me. It's early evening when the symptoms start. I'm so sick and tired of thinking about food. Sick and tired of reading ingredients and nutrition labels. I just want to EAT. I don't think anyone including family gets what my days or nights are like. Everyone around me eats whenever and whatever...and I'm here obsessing about what's going to trigger symptoms and what might not and eating is something I have to do every day, multiple times a day to stay alive like the rest of the world only with this, eating can end up with me in pain for about 6 hours straight. That means I will stay awake until the wee hours of the morning, finally go to sleep, wake up later so my day is shorter and I don't know how to get 3 meals and any snacks in to me before it's legit bedtime and I don't have calories or nutrition to spare at this point!
So yes, loneliness is a main factor mental healthwise. Like I am rowing the boat alone over here and to be quite honest, the only people who are paying full attention to detail are those of you who post on this thread and follow what is going on with me. I can not tell you all how much that means to me. I live in virtual isolation with this, I can't leave to go out many places at a time for very long. I want to go the to the movies and see the new Dylan flick and I don't think I can be there for 2 hours plus travel time. I haven't had my hair cut since June because that'll take a total of 3 hours. I'm in dire need of a dental cleaning but I can't get there from here unless they can do it in sections so I don't have to stay there that long because this is NOT business as usual. There are good days when I know I can go places, even 3 stops at a time but overall I feel SO entirely limited by this in every possible way.
The isolation is probably the worst. I'm an introvert by nature (and only child) who can keep myself occupied for days and weeks on end because I tend to live in my head anyway so I never run out of ideas. But that doesn't mean I don't want to ever see people. I do get visits from the kids but it's not the same as feeling free to go out and about with them and just do whatever we'd normally do. There IS no normal for me right now.
I have an artist friend I've been wanting to visit since
before Thanksgiving as he is currently housebound except for his medical appointments. He only lives two streets away and I still haven't gotten there to see him. I feel terrible that I can't serve others like I would normally do. He just turned 90 and he's a Scot. All I want to do is show up, sit and give him a chance to complain

, and go be a friend to him. So he is sitting over there isolated and I am here two streets away also isolated. This makes me feel like a failure. I just want to go over there and show up with one of my tartan scarves and one of my hats on (He always smiles when he sees me in a hat!) and bring him the Walker's shortbread I got for him. I don't want him to feel forgotten or like he doesn't matter, you know what I mean?
So yeah, loneliness is a main feature of this mess. Not feeling heard, not feeling seen, not feeling fully served and wondering why. But, and I've said this before, I have never lost hope. I always think I can be better. I've
experienced better so I believe it's possible. I just don't know exactly how to get there from here.
Okay I am not sure what I all I just posted here but it's going up. If I made a fool myself I figure I can live with it!
p.s. Currently mulling over whether or not I can eat pasta and parmesean with my chicken. Like what's the best day to give that a try in case I end up in an ER on morphine again in the dead of Rocky Mountain winter. See? It's like 2 am and I'm obsessing about food and the ER over here. One night I should post my inner dialogue on here.