Tyraboots
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Let me preface this by saying I am eating like a dump truck through these months.
Rant begins, any input greatly appreciated.
From the beginning of the summer holiday events have been unfolding around me. Out of the blue my dad had a nervous breakdown. Well not out of the blue really. Both he and my mother had had health issues this year. He had a pacemaker put in and then a prostrate gland operation. My mother on the other hand had a far more dramatic brush with death. She was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, only to be told two weeks later that they had made a mistake, she didn't have cancer, just old scarring on the lungs from TB she had as a child!
So that bullet dodged, she went back on the fags and driving us mad!
So my father suddenly had this nervous breakdown. To appreciate the implications of this you have to understand what a strong individual he is. I have suffered acute depression for years. He belongs to the 'pull yourself together' school of philosophical thought. When I was in labour, he reminded me that people 'give birth in trees' during floods:sigh:
He took to his bed and announded he wanted to kill himself. We managed to get him the help he needed and he has, so far responded well to drug treatment.
I started to feel optimistic, and decided to put into action my plan to take me and my daughter to India, for a month of travelling. In India, I always got my head together, maybe my depression would lift and I would feel normal again.
My weight has plateaued for two months now.
Two weeks ago my best friend found a lump in her breast. She fell apart. Again, this is a strong together person. Friday we went to the hospital with her, and it was bad news. She has her masectomy on the 30th. I see her several times a day. Sometimes she is up, sometimes down. It's a nightmare.
I don't understand why this is all happening now. Of course it is causing me to eat again. I even eatr through the dumping.
Rant begins, any input greatly appreciated.
From the beginning of the summer holiday events have been unfolding around me. Out of the blue my dad had a nervous breakdown. Well not out of the blue really. Both he and my mother had had health issues this year. He had a pacemaker put in and then a prostrate gland operation. My mother on the other hand had a far more dramatic brush with death. She was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, only to be told two weeks later that they had made a mistake, she didn't have cancer, just old scarring on the lungs from TB she had as a child!
So that bullet dodged, she went back on the fags and driving us mad!
So my father suddenly had this nervous breakdown. To appreciate the implications of this you have to understand what a strong individual he is. I have suffered acute depression for years. He belongs to the 'pull yourself together' school of philosophical thought. When I was in labour, he reminded me that people 'give birth in trees' during floods:sigh:
He took to his bed and announded he wanted to kill himself. We managed to get him the help he needed and he has, so far responded well to drug treatment.
I started to feel optimistic, and decided to put into action my plan to take me and my daughter to India, for a month of travelling. In India, I always got my head together, maybe my depression would lift and I would feel normal again.
My weight has plateaued for two months now.
Two weeks ago my best friend found a lump in her breast. She fell apart. Again, this is a strong together person. Friday we went to the hospital with her, and it was bad news. She has her masectomy on the 30th. I see her several times a day. Sometimes she is up, sometimes down. It's a nightmare.
I don't understand why this is all happening now. Of course it is causing me to eat again. I even eatr through the dumping.