In reply to Fawksey:
> (In reply to Tall Clare) A close friends illness.
Is that me?
Sorry for contributing to your bad year by almost exiting it halfway through. Next time we go climbing I'll examine you for grey hairs and work out which ones are my fault!
This year has been, overall, a nightmare from start to finish. While it has had some unforgettably good moments, the big picture has been unremittingly upsetting. I've not really been one for spilling too many beans on here but today I'm in a bean-spilling mood and, you never know, maybe it'll make me feel better.
The first disaster was in February when my husband broke his leg badly and had to have 2 operations then wear a godawful Ilizarov frame for 4 months. I had a long period of looking after him and every week I had to change all 28 dressings while trying to keep it sterile. We couldn't do any of the things we normally do like ride our bikes, walk up mountains, climb, go kayaking or go running - and some of those things he may never get to do again which is just horrible (although I think he only went running because he knew I liked it, so maybe he's secretly relieved!)
Some people may remember I had an operation at the back end of last year to remove a lump from near my ovaries, having developed some painful endemetriosis over the previous 12 months which really stopped me feeling quite myself and subdued my usual activity levels. Anyway, the operation hadn't actually stopped the endemetriosis so I was still in pain 50% of the time and in July, only about 6 weeks after my husband finally got rid of the dreaded frame, I developed a very nasty (and dangerous) infection. This, I should tell you, was pain like I've never experienced. Pain that made me throw up whenever I tried to move. I've broken bones before and not even needed a paracetamol, so believe me when I say this was a whole new level of agony.
I had an operation and then a cocktail of painkillers (which gave me nightmares and hallucinations like you wouldn't believe) and antibiotics while getting worse and worse. It took a week for the antibiotics to start bringing the infection under control and I was on them (2 different kinds) for 8 weeks in total. As you can imagine, the quantity of climbing, walking and all the other things I love in my life did not increase during this time!
The net result of all of this horror is that I may not be able to have children. I've another operation coming up in February to ascertain what state my ovaries are in after the infection but I am not hopeful. This is almost the worst thing of all. I'm not hopeful. I've always been hopeful. I've always been an optimist and always expected the best and now I'm not and I don't and I don't know how to cope without my happy comfort blanket of cheerfulness.
I think the realisation that it might not happen for me has really made me question everything else about my life. I've never thrown myself into a proper career because I've always thought I'd have children and I wouldn't want a job I couldn't give up or go part-time on. Now I'm in a situation where my job is unfulfilling and unchallenging and every tedious day is just like the last (except when I break the tedium up with trips to hospital). So I look at the house with its 4 bedrooms and the big mortgage which ties us to these jobs we don't like, the car on the drive and the furniture inside and wonder if I actually need any of it? What am I working towards if I can't have a family? I don't do anything at work which fulfils me or satisfies me intellectually. I do creative things in my spare time (photography mainly) but I'm at work 8 hours a day, it's the hugest part of my time. I don't want to look back in 30 years time and wonder what the hell I achieved.
I think I just want to know either way, so I can decide what I'm going to pursue and put my heart and soul into it. I dread carrying on trying and trying for children while suffering a series of heartbreaks over it, but then I dread not trying and regretting it later in life. I'm so, so miserable and I've just lost my support network a bit since I've been shifted into a different team at work and now spend every day with people I don't really get on with (or indeed like).
There have been other awful things about this year, such as my ferret dying and it being really quite terrible to watch, so I honestly can't wait for it to be over. Not that next year is looking a whole lot better so far.
Bet you're sorry you asked now Clare?
On the plus side I've written some poetry I quite liked, I've seen some beautiful things, I have good friends and I've been loved throughout.