I'be been Diag. with Profound Depression
Hello, my name is Debbie,I'm 52, and I'm new to the group so I don't know what I can and can't say..
My husband battled intestinal tract c****r in 94,when he was only 34 where I was told he "wouldn't make it off the table".That was 15 years ago.
Last April 15th, he was diagnosed with an extremly rare c****r..sarcoma of the tonsil, or, follicular dentritic sarcoma.(It may be dentritic blahblah, I tend now, to get things mixed up) The day he was diagnosed. I stopped being ale to drive, panic, my steps out the door, got shorter & shorter, until now, I do not go out at all.
This c****r (no, I cannot write/hear/read,nor say that word) my husband was 2nd at that time on the planet, to have this. His care was mis "typed" as squamis cell, mis treated as such,had chemo o'd. radiation poisoning. The radiologists who administer it? They themselves came down, and told me to "get him out of there, this was NOT the place for him, his reactions, are rare".
I took him to a world class surgeon.Did the TORS surgery, we thought everything was fine..until June this year.
He was then told it had spread to his lungs, The dr. knew it in Nov, was watching it, without our knowledge. They (3 spots)were extremely tiny, not even stageable. Only one of 4 showed "hot" in June, it was half the size of a pea..3 weeks later, he had 7, after a needle asst. ct scan. ALL very tiny, had spread, yet not grown.
The lung specialist suggested chemo, a very very aggresive chemo, (nickname? "ICE")to see if it would shrink it, kill it, so she wouldn't have to operate.We went to the oncologist, for a CONSULT ONLY who told Joe, my daughter (26) and I, it would be 4 days a week chemo with home health care those 4 days, scan, off a week, chemo again..he should really get this started asap..scared us literally into this.They didn't tell us, we would be doing the IV's,injections, none of that. We were told, nurses would come out.
The day before chemo, they convinced him to have a pick line put in. I remember getting dizzy at home,nothing of that day, except someone in an office screaming call 911.Came around in an ER, my sick husband,daughter with me.I could not bring myself to go again those 4 days,without getting light headed, staggering, and having what I've been diag. for yrs. "panic related seizures". I was useless.
They have yet, to do as they told us on that first visit. they o'd him last week, 3rd day of the second round.My husband is sitting behind me. A nurse came today to change his pick dressing, his bp? 80/50. She said do not stand up, you could have a heart attack. I am not stupid. Unfortunatley, I've "been there done that" with these people.
Because I made a remark Thursday after refusing to allow his chemo, that I was "going to shoot myself"..which to me that is all it was, a remark. A nurse overheard it, confronted me, sent for the chaplain.I know a chemo o'd. He needed 7 1/2 hrs. of flushing, thet finally, wanted to admit him for 4 days of flushing. Then scared him. "you really need to be admitted so we can flush this out of you,BUT,you're better off at home trying to drink the fluids..(he can't hold anything down) because hospitals are full of germs, and you're not safe here". What the hell kind of scare tactic was that?
I saw a chaplain, who felt I needed to see a professional asap. He diagnosed me as having "profound depression,profound anxiety, and severe agoraphoia" because I under NO circumstance, can I leave this house unless its for his appts, or to pick up his meds. I was told I have caved in on myself, become unfunctionacle, unless, it's for my husband.I don't know what profound depression is. But he said it's more than he can handle, so 2 colleague were called, who I need to see this week.Psychologist, then a psychiatrist.
I dont leave, I don't cook, I don't clean, I don't want to get out of bed. my brain wakes up before my eyes open, I break out in a sweat, and pray thats it's the end of the day, not the beginning.I don't sleep, I can't do anything. I am a very very strong woman, and I've become lost. Oh, and I've also become, what I call,"phone o phobic".Every time that phone rings, I want to throw it out the window.
All I live to do, is take care of my husband, and yell at drs. & nurses. Oh yes, they hate me, because yes, I catch everything..make them show me results before they want to adm. something, check charts AFTER they tell me things,call them on lies. Yes, they hate me, and I honestly could care less. My husband and daughter know why I'm like this with them, love me for it, and they are all that matters to me.
But..this is the only thing I am functionable at. I can't being myself to do anything but take care of him.
I hope, I haven't gone to far in this post, as I don't know the protocal,but one thing I know for a fact, and have begged for, for over a year, is help.
I apologize, to all, for jumping around so much. I apologize, if I shouldn't have posted this here, but I can't think straight anymore. Can't remember half the time what I'm doing, Unless? It comes to Joe..
I am not crazy,by a longshot. I am holding everything inside to not upset anyone here, I am just so so lonely...
My husband battled intestinal tract c****r in 94,when he was only 34 where I was told he "wouldn't make it off the table".That was 15 years ago.
Last April 15th, he was diagnosed with an extremly rare c****r..sarcoma of the tonsil, or, follicular dentritic sarcoma.(It may be dentritic blahblah, I tend now, to get things mixed up) The day he was diagnosed. I stopped being ale to drive, panic, my steps out the door, got shorter & shorter, until now, I do not go out at all.
This c****r (no, I cannot write/hear/read,nor say that word) my husband was 2nd at that time on the planet, to have this. His care was mis "typed" as squamis cell, mis treated as such,had chemo o'd. radiation poisoning. The radiologists who administer it? They themselves came down, and told me to "get him out of there, this was NOT the place for him, his reactions, are rare".
I took him to a world class surgeon.Did the TORS surgery, we thought everything was fine..until June this year.
He was then told it had spread to his lungs, The dr. knew it in Nov, was watching it, without our knowledge. They (3 spots)were extremely tiny, not even stageable. Only one of 4 showed "hot" in June, it was half the size of a pea..3 weeks later, he had 7, after a needle asst. ct scan. ALL very tiny, had spread, yet not grown.
The lung specialist suggested chemo, a very very aggresive chemo, (nickname? "ICE")to see if it would shrink it, kill it, so she wouldn't have to operate.We went to the oncologist, for a CONSULT ONLY who told Joe, my daughter (26) and I, it would be 4 days a week chemo with home health care those 4 days, scan, off a week, chemo again..he should really get this started asap..scared us literally into this.They didn't tell us, we would be doing the IV's,injections, none of that. We were told, nurses would come out.
The day before chemo, they convinced him to have a pick line put in. I remember getting dizzy at home,nothing of that day, except someone in an office screaming call 911.Came around in an ER, my sick husband,daughter with me.I could not bring myself to go again those 4 days,without getting light headed, staggering, and having what I've been diag. for yrs. "panic related seizures". I was useless.
They have yet, to do as they told us on that first visit. they o'd him last week, 3rd day of the second round.My husband is sitting behind me. A nurse came today to change his pick dressing, his bp? 80/50. She said do not stand up, you could have a heart attack. I am not stupid. Unfortunatley, I've "been there done that" with these people.
Because I made a remark Thursday after refusing to allow his chemo, that I was "going to shoot myself"..which to me that is all it was, a remark. A nurse overheard it, confronted me, sent for the chaplain.I know a chemo o'd. He needed 7 1/2 hrs. of flushing, thet finally, wanted to admit him for 4 days of flushing. Then scared him. "you really need to be admitted so we can flush this out of you,BUT,you're better off at home trying to drink the fluids..(he can't hold anything down) because hospitals are full of germs, and you're not safe here". What the hell kind of scare tactic was that?
I saw a chaplain, who felt I needed to see a professional asap. He diagnosed me as having "profound depression,profound anxiety, and severe agoraphoia" because I under NO circumstance, can I leave this house unless its for his appts, or to pick up his meds. I was told I have caved in on myself, become unfunctionacle, unless, it's for my husband.I don't know what profound depression is. But he said it's more than he can handle, so 2 colleague were called, who I need to see this week.Psychologist, then a psychiatrist.
I dont leave, I don't cook, I don't clean, I don't want to get out of bed. my brain wakes up before my eyes open, I break out in a sweat, and pray thats it's the end of the day, not the beginning.I don't sleep, I can't do anything. I am a very very strong woman, and I've become lost. Oh, and I've also become, what I call,"phone o phobic".Every time that phone rings, I want to throw it out the window.
All I live to do, is take care of my husband, and yell at drs. & nurses. Oh yes, they hate me, because yes, I catch everything..make them show me results before they want to adm. something, check charts AFTER they tell me things,call them on lies. Yes, they hate me, and I honestly could care less. My husband and daughter know why I'm like this with them, love me for it, and they are all that matters to me.
But..this is the only thing I am functionable at. I can't being myself to do anything but take care of him.
I hope, I haven't gone to far in this post, as I don't know the protocal,but one thing I know for a fact, and have begged for, for over a year, is help.
I apologize, to all, for jumping around so much. I apologize, if I shouldn't have posted this here, but I can't think straight anymore. Can't remember half the time what I'm doing, Unless? It comes to Joe..
I am not crazy,by a longshot. I am holding everything inside to not upset anyone here, I am just so so lonely...
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by Feisty214





