I’ve now been in isolation from the family for nearly 8 days. Until tonight it hasn’t felt too bad, but then I started to see posts on a myeloma forum talking about the lockdown for myeloma patients.
The first that got me disillusioned (and slightly angry if I’m honest), was a post that suggested that as people in the highly vulnerable category were as bad as those going into parks during lockdown, if they went for a walk. For starters, I have never had my letter detailing what I should and shouldn’t do, but even if I had, going for a 30 minute walk, in a rural area where I don’t come within 2 metres of someone, is not the same as walking down a main road or stairway where I might have to get close to someone, or may have to touch something that is contaminated. The thought of people judging me, whilst I’m in the middle of giving up most of my life at the moment, just makes me so angry. I genuinely believe that whilst we should all be following the rules to protect the NHS, that I am sensible enough to only do what is safe.
The second post got me even more disillusioned and sad. Someone was asking whether they had been right in hearing that as the highly vulnerable category, we might have to stay in isolation until next year. Yes that’s right. 2021.
I. just. can’t. do. it.
I really strongly feel that the reason that I have gone through treatment and everything else over the years, was so that I could live a normal life for as long as possible. It is why I risked a transplant once, and why I am going to risk it a second time. Because it gives me drug free time that I can be myself as much as possible. What is the point of me putting myself through all of that, if at the end of it all, I have to stay in my house and am not allowed out. Don’t get me wrong, I love our home and I love our garden, but at no point did I ever think that would be my life.
Even more than that, with two youngish children, we can’t limit contact within the house indefinitely. So, what does that mean? That I have to send the kids to school, and Nick to work, and just not go within 2 metres of any of them for the next eight plus months? Being away from them all this last 8 days has been super hard and I’ve missed their affection and love. I can’t, for one minute, imagine not being able to be near them for months at a time once they go back to work and school. And they can’t stay at home for an unlimited period – it would send them insane and impact their growth, academically, socially and possibly physically. But I think my mental health will go to rock bottom if I can’t be with them.
Up until now, I’d been so good at not worrying until we knew the facts but for some reason, tonight it has really got to me. I am so worried that after everything that we have been through, this damned coronavirus is going to bloody ruin everything. I find it hard enough being limited by my myeloma, but the idea that in conjunction with covid-19, I might end up housebound, or worse still, dead, just doesn’t bear thought….hmmm, the irony given that I can’t stop thinking about it.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a new day, but I know that there is likely to be news in the next few days about an extended lockdown. And realistically, I know that us vulnerable ones, are likely to be in lockdown for an extra 4+ weeks. I can cope with that. I could probably even do a bit more than that if I had to, I’m just not sure about months more. And I probably sound like a petulant little pipsqueak (as my dad used to call me!) moaning, but unless you have walked in shoes like mine, you’ll never understand.
And talking of my dad, that’s another thing. When will I ever get to see him again? Will I ever get to see him again? The home he is in won’t even reply to my emails asking to try to facetime him, and whilst I know they will be run off their feet, I worry that he will be feeling lonely and wondering where we all are. And I miss him, dementia and all. I miss his lovely smiley face when you can see him suddenly work out that we’re someone he loves. And I miss my friends too 😦
So yes. Tonight I am feeling really sad and fed up. And really worried about what the future holds. More than any treatment I was facing into…at least that had an end point.
F*cking covid. I really hate it at the moment.