I think I'll die no matter what they say.
My husband was transported by ambulance in December of last year, small bowel cancer was discovered in January, and I was given a one-month life expectancy declaration. I was told that I could only live for about 5 months even if I was treated with anticancer drugs and got along well, so I chose not to do it myself.
My husband was 35 years old at the time.
I quit my job in January and visited the hospital every day.
After that, I went through a palliative care ward and received home health care.
I was fine at first, but my condition got worse and worse, the pain got worse, and now I can't go to the bathroom or bed anymore, and I can't roll over myself.
My mother-in-law and I provide nursing care. I lived at a physical distance from my parents-in-law, so we only met once or twice a year.
We tried nursing together this time, and our way of thinking and lifestyle are different, and I feel stressed.
That being said, I can't take care of someone who can't even go to the bathroom alone, so I'm doing my best to live somehow.
My husband's intestinal bleeding increases when he eats it, so he lives with an infusion, and I decided to mix sleeping pills into that infusion starting today to make him sleep.
The pain is severe, and morphine, suppositories, etc. are no longer effective, so it is a last resort.
Other than the pain was severe, fatigue accumulated because they invited me and my mother-in-law to ask for it, which is one of the reasons I decided to mix it up. (Although the person himself has approved it)
I'm sure things will continue to get worse and worse, and one day they will leave.
This is the main subject.
It seems like I'm going to follow suit myself.
I don't have a job now, and taking care of my husband is becoming a part of my life.
Nursing care is very difficult.
I'm isolated from my relatives, so I have no relatives to rely on, and I don't have children.
I sometimes fight with my mother-in-law, so I can't rely on my parents-in-law.
I have friends, but what is it because I have friends?
I'm sure you'll be sad when I die. But I'm sure I'll forget it someday.
I'm not looking for a meaning to live; I can't do anything anymore.
If there were any unpainful suicides, I think they would definitely do it.
They say they can do anything if they feel like dying, but they don't have the energy to start anything.
If I were to die alone in the future, I can only think that it would be nice if the person who died now could also have their remains put in my husband's grave.
After consulting, it doesn't mean that anything can be solved, but I wrote it down.
