Only sometimes do I feel like I might have a total emotional break down. Only sometimes do I cry. This is one of those times. I feel overwhelmed today with life in general. Cystic Fibrosis wears me down, and then I stop to really think about how I am feeling. Only sometimes do I feel guilty. Guilty for feeling helpless to cure my child of this fatal disease. Guilty for feeling like I am the one backed into a corner with no where to go. Why should I feel worn down when it is not me who carriers this disease everyday; the one who feels the physical effects of this disease every single day?
How is Lucy feeling when she has to be shaken by her vest day in and day out? How does Lucy feel when I constantly remind her to take her enzymes every single time she puts food in her mouth? How does Lucy feel when her rectum falls out of her body and have it pushed back in by her mommy? How does Lucy feel when she has horrible stomach aches and gas that clears a room? How does Lucy feel when she complains of a stomach ache and shits 10 times a day? How do I have any right to feel overwhelmed when it is Lucy who bears the real burden? Only sometimes do I feel selfish for having these feelings.
I wonder if she really knows any different. She just lives her life as she has always know it to be. For now, I bear the burden for her. I see other CF warriors fighting with all their strength and all the courage they can muster. I look up to them, but I also see Lucy's potential future. It is a huge weight on my heart. I want Lucy to grow up thinking she can do anything, fight CF with everything she has every single day, but how do I teach her these things, guide her in the right direction, when there are days when even I don't want to fight? How very selfish of me. Of course, I would never give up fighting for my daughter, but I will tell you, there are days when I wish CF would take a long walk off a short pier. Give Lucy and I a break. Only sometimes do I pity her, pity me. I do not want a fucking pity party. This post is certainly not for sympathy. I am venting. I am human and can only be happy so many days of the year. Today is my day to be pissed off, overwhelmed and fed up. I am a tired mom. My heart is tired, my hands are tired, and my head may explode today.
This semester is almost over. School ends in nearly 3 weeks. There will soon be no homework to consume the better part of my day, so that I may spend all of it with Lucy. I do not feel guilty about that. Summer will be good. Relaxing. I got mad at Lucy today. I feel guilty for shouting at her. She was only begging for the attention I was spending on an English paper. I can't wait until this semester is over. I apologized to her, but I still feel awful. How will I ever make it to my own goal if I am already overwhelmed with what I have on my plate. At this very moment, I feel weak. A very weak mom. How will I ever survive nursing school when I get there?
My eyes are swollen and my pillow is calling my name. Tomorrow will be a better day. Only sometimes do I feel low. Only sometimes do I feel like complaining. Today is that day. I'll wake up tomorrow feeling so much better.
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