I have been married for an eternity, over 20 years. My treatment is not going as well as we would hope for. I am trying to stay optimistic. People are constantly telling me they are amazed at how "strong" I am. I still keep hoping that the next treatment will be a game changer. I am getting some response from the new combination of chemo and a few other minor improvements are what I like to dwell on. For example radiation cystitis and bladder stones has had me bleeding enough that I am requiring regular transfusions. I find myself wondering if all this treatment is really worth doing. Everyone dies and why should I artificially prolong my life just because I am afraid of death?
However patience has paid off with this one little problem. It seems I have passed a large stone which acording to my (not a doctor) analysis was the cause of most of the bleeding. My urine is clear now and I am hoping to avoid a nerve block to lessen the pain and surgery to remove the stones which has its risk. So there are some ups among the downs. This and a few other things are what are keeping me from giving up. I love my husband as difficult as he is. I love my dogs as perfect as they are. And I find joy in sharing with a world wide group of people who share a peculiar interest with me.
So now to the support issue. My husband is just plain horrible at dealing with the stress. He gets into panic attacks and I am afraid he will have a stroke. He is probably feeling some sort of "guilt" because he can not fix me and is afraid of losing me. On the practical side, he is completely incapable of maintaining our remote rural home without my help. I used to maintain everything but now I am here more for guidance.
I am trying my best to make minimal demands and make my "requests" as gentle as possible but it seems to make no difference. I am an analytical (engineer) person and can carefully watch what I am dong and I know I am controlling my tone of voice and really am not asking for much. A simple request such as "can you please get me such and such from the shop when you have time" can be met with a violent response. I am also losing my hearing and I often have to ask him to repeat something. This can cause him to go ballistic.
I am not a big fan of psychiatric medicine but I often think that Steve really needs something to deal with the stress but trying to discuss that rationally is virtually impossible. I have a prescription for atavan from when i was having radiation to my skull and freaked out when they clamped my head in a mask. A while ago Steve took one of my atavan pills and he was a different person.
How can I approach this subject with him? What can i do to convince him that I am not blaming him and that we just need to deal with the current cruel life test? I know that the cancer center offers counseling but how do I approach the subject with Steve?