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Well, life feels like it’s been a series of cluster fucks with up’s and down’s for some time now, two steps forward, one step back.
My husband has had lung condition for years and a few months ago the Doctors told us it appears he has Pulmonary Hypertension and possible heart failure. There is no cure for Pulmonary Hypertension, so you can imagine my fear when we were told it’s highly likely according to test results that he has Pulmonary Hypertension with possible heart failure. He needed a Heart Catheterization to confirm this diagnosis, even though they were fairly certain he was suffering from it due to a previous Echocardiogram.
It doesn’t help that I suffer from Generalized Anxiety Disorder along with Panic Disorder, especially when I’m fighting this fucker daily so I can stay strong for my husband. After all, how can I allow my Anxiety to become obvious when he’s suffering from a serious illness? How can I even share what my brain and body are feeling with others right now, they would probably find my issues extremely whiny and quite irrelevant in contrast to what my husband has been and continues to go through. So, these are the times those of us who suffer from Anxiety with Panic Disorder retreat from the world and try our hardest to put ourselves on the back burner… damn, that…
