Ready. Set. Sail!
Hi everyone. Man for someone who doesn’t have a job or kids I sure do manage to stay out of the loop, huh? I know I should write more. After Ulla’s death I felt like my problems just weren’t worth writing about. I guess I’m just so wrapped up inside my own head that I have trouble reaching out and letting people know how I’m doing. I’ve had a few people reach out to me and check up on me. Thank you so much I always appreciate it when people send me messages. For real. If you ever want to send me a message just go for it. I don’t care if I’ve never heard from you. At least I know you’re still there.
Well here goes. I was going to wait until I got the results but here goes…
What’s worse than a wife with bipolar?
A husband with cancer. Ha ha ha chuckle chuckle laugh out loud.
…my husband has cancer.
Like. We are 99% sure. They are doing a biopsy on him this Friday so we shall see what it is and the treatment options going forward are…
He didn’t seem to worry but he goes in and out from being 100% fine to utter despair. It hasn’t affected my moods at all. Although I did cry a lot when I first heard about the initial doctor’s visit. I think I’m slowly coming down off the mania. Nice! Perfect timing.
I just find it unfair that I can tell people he has cancer and he gets so much sympathy and respect and I have to hide my bipolar. Or when I tell people I have bipolar they are all like, “Uh-huh. OK. So…?”
Now, for my cancer survivor followers, I’m NOT making light of cancer. Cancer is detrimental. It can be lethal. It is life-altering for those involved and their friends and family. I’m not saying cancer is a walk in the park. But, guess what? Neither is bipolar.
If I tell people I can’t make it to an event because I’m so depressed I feel weak and I can’t physically get out of bed they’ll think I’m making it up or making excuses. If I say it’s because my cancer is acting up and I’m too sick to get out of bed, then AUTOMATIC UNDERSTANDING!!!
This is the world we live in. Thankfully there are people out there, like my husband, who have these horrible diseases that understand mental illnesses have their own level of difficulty compared to physical illnesses. At least I hope he doesn’t have too much trouble with it. I can’t imagine us functioning as a couple with both of us crippled by our illnesses.
We shall see.