Sorry guys, but on the basis that a problem shared is a problem you've p1ssed everyone off with...
My dad has MS. He was diagnosed 12 years ago (within a week of the birth of my son) and gradually declined in health since then.
He's lost his legs (completely dead, confined to a wheelchair), his hands (barely any sense of touch), he's going blind, has to have a catheter and pee in a bag. As as if that doesn't dent your dignity enough, he's recently in a lot of pain. Today he's been taken into hospital for brain scans, is tonight out of it on morphine while specialists try to find a solution which looks like being cutting nerves in his face around his eyes and jaw, with all of the nasty side effects that will have.
12 years ago he was a fitter man than I. He had a boat, enjoyed fishing, fast cars etc. ALL of that has been taken from him. My mum's life's been taken from her as well while she cares for him. But at least tonight she gets a rest while someone else looks after him.
After seeing his grandad in so much pain last weekend, my son is really down. Because of all this, I'm really down and I have to confess I have hit the beer a bit tonight (and am continuing) despite having responsibilities myself, but what do you do?
What a sh1t disease. It takes his life from him, and then it leaves him in the sort of pain that leaves a man I've never seen cry in tears.
Vicki got me out of the pub sharpish this eve. I needed a drink, but felt like beating the $$$$ out of someone - anyone - in sheer frustration.
Sorry for bombing the mood on a forum which has only just come back so should be celebrated (you lot are like a distant family to me), but telling others is cathartic. Cheers chaps and chapesses.
My dad has MS. He was diagnosed 12 years ago (within a week of the birth of my son) and gradually declined in health since then.
He's lost his legs (completely dead, confined to a wheelchair), his hands (barely any sense of touch), he's going blind, has to have a catheter and pee in a bag. As as if that doesn't dent your dignity enough, he's recently in a lot of pain. Today he's been taken into hospital for brain scans, is tonight out of it on morphine while specialists try to find a solution which looks like being cutting nerves in his face around his eyes and jaw, with all of the nasty side effects that will have.
12 years ago he was a fitter man than I. He had a boat, enjoyed fishing, fast cars etc. ALL of that has been taken from him. My mum's life's been taken from her as well while she cares for him. But at least tonight she gets a rest while someone else looks after him.
After seeing his grandad in so much pain last weekend, my son is really down. Because of all this, I'm really down and I have to confess I have hit the beer a bit tonight (and am continuing) despite having responsibilities myself, but what do you do?
What a sh1t disease. It takes his life from him, and then it leaves him in the sort of pain that leaves a man I've never seen cry in tears.
Vicki got me out of the pub sharpish this eve. I needed a drink, but felt like beating the $$$$ out of someone - anyone - in sheer frustration.
Sorry for bombing the mood on a forum which has only just come back so should be celebrated (you lot are like a distant family to me), but telling others is cathartic. Cheers chaps and chapesses.
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