I've been having an anxiety attack for the past four + days.
My wife and I met in 1990. We started dating in '94. We've been living together since '95. We've been married since '00. We had our twins in '01, one of whom was born with some birth defects which have rendered him helplessly disabled. Up til now, we've both been providing his ongoing care and it's been a struggle for me, being a combat veteran with PTSD. It's certainly rearranged my whole lifestyle and has cost me relationships with friends and family. I really don't know how single parents handle the responsibility.
Back in February 2020, my wife was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. In 2022, my other son (twin B) moved out to be closer to his college campus. He's since moved again to be with people he's compatible with. He's only 25 miles away but he's only been home once. He's been a big help with his brother while he lived here. Losing him was a noticeable difference. His brother is constantly asking about him and all his friends who all recognized him when he would speak up in their online conversations.
I've been caring for both my wife and my son with my wife doing what she can when she can, but it's getting to be less and less which is understandable. I feel like i have been living in limbo for over 3 years , trying not to focus on what's next. I've been experiencing bouts of hyperventilation these past 4+ days when reality rattles my chain.
Even if we had no kids, i would still be freaking out at the thought of losing my wife. She knows me better than anyone else on the planet and i have come to rely on her for many things. We are a team. She's also a great mother. Idk how much longer she's got. I don't think she's got much longer and I'm not ready to be without her and care for our son all by myself.
I definitely don't want to be one of those people who identifies myself by the tragic events that I've endured/survived. I also don't want to be checked on by anyone but i don't think there's any getting around that. I am my son's only lifeline and my lifeline is going away. Shit! Here I go again..
Back in February 2020, my wife was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. In 2022, my other son (twin B) moved out to be closer to his college campus. He's since moved again to be with people he's compatible with. He's only 25 miles away but he's only been home once. He's been a big help with his brother while he lived here. Losing him was a noticeable difference. His brother is constantly asking about him and all his friends who all recognized him when he would speak up in their online conversations.
I've been caring for both my wife and my son with my wife doing what she can when she can, but it's getting to be less and less which is understandable. I feel like i have been living in limbo for over 3 years , trying not to focus on what's next. I've been experiencing bouts of hyperventilation these past 4+ days when reality rattles my chain.
Even if we had no kids, i would still be freaking out at the thought of losing my wife. She knows me better than anyone else on the planet and i have come to rely on her for many things. We are a team. She's also a great mother. Idk how much longer she's got. I don't think she's got much longer and I'm not ready to be without her and care for our son all by myself.
I definitely don't want to be one of those people who identifies myself by the tragic events that I've endured/survived. I also don't want to be checked on by anyone but i don't think there's any getting around that. I am my son's only lifeline and my lifeline is going away. Shit! Here I go again..
56-60, M
