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Oh, wow. I'm really sorry about Punk :( It makes sense that he'd be all out of whack and not know which way is up right now...but it doesn't make it any easier for you :( And, I'm really sorry about your back!! Whatever course of treatment you choose, I help it brings you longer lasting relief. ((Hugs))
 
Thanks, Pink Pig. I am trying to go with the flow. Practice lack of attachment to any outcome, om shanti and all that Buddhist happy crappy. One thing I really miss is the sex. Grrr... not that I am in shape for any acrobatics, but a helping hand sure would be nice!
 
Hugs, Mags (gentle, non-super-squishy ones).
So glad you have the support from Pixi and your family (and Punk, despite all the twisting and turning he's going through right now).

Ugh. Sending some good vibes your way.
 
((((Hugs)))))

I hope you and Punk can find what works for you both. Such a sad thing that he sees love as pressure and sacrifice. He is lucky to have you in his life, as a friend or maybe more again someday, to show him another view exists.
 
Another thought, on Punk...

Sometimes when we have had people who took everything we had to give and then some, when we have a wonderful person we love and they are suffering and we cannot fix it (your pain and problems and such)...it creates an unbearable stress. You do nothing to try and burden Punk with these problems, but he loves you and knows you have them and he can't do anything. This can cause people of some mentalities to withdraw, especially if they are already overwhelmed with their own life stuff.

(An abstract example of this sort of thing...I used to have FAR more money in my life some years back, than I do now. And when one of my many friends had a major life disruption and needed help, I was always the first one to step up and lend a hand. Now I am pretty broke, I can't do that kind of thing...so when one of my friends posts on Facebook that they are having a big problem, I don't even pipe up to offer moral support because I feel useless. I can't help like I used to. Now imagine instead that it's a different kind of currency involved, a more emotional sort of mojo. He doesn't, maybe, feel he's got what he used to have, to give you, and so he doesn't know now, what he DOES have to offer. Feeling useless, he withdraws.)

Thing that sucks about this is, there isn't anything you're doing wrong here, or should do differently, to pull him back in. It's a waiting game. You take care of yourself, and he needs to take care of himself. Check in with him to make sure he knows the door is always open, the light of love shining out onto the porch, whenever he's feeling aligned enough to come and share it with you. Remind him of the things that you value, and try to keep the pressure off. It's all you can do.

*hugs* I really hope that everything resolves smoothly in time. And I hope that thing from the MRI is no big deal.
 
So sorry you're going through all of this physical and emotional pain (and the worry about the new MRI stuff on top of it all)! :(

I hope you feel better super-soon!
 
I'm sorry things went sour with Punk. Hopefully he'll be able to get himself back on track.

Whatever treatment you end up choosing for your back, I hope it's successful. I'll keep good thoughts for you on that and the other medical issues.
 
Once again, thank you all so much for your support and kind words.It really helps to hear from smart strong women like yourselves who understand and care.

I want to address this:

Another thought, on Punk...

Sometimes when we have had people who took everything we had to give and then some, when we have a wonderful person we love and they are suffering and we cannot fix it (your pain and problems and such)...it creates an unbearable stress. You do nothing to try and burden Punk with these problems, but he loves you and knows you have them and he can't do anything. This can cause people of some mentalities to withdraw, especially if they are already overwhelmed with their own life stuff.


...Thing that sucks about this is, there isn't anything you're doing wrong here, or should do differently, to pull him back in. It's a waiting game. You take care of yourself, and he needs to take care of himself.

Your thoughts are very valid, but I think, thankfully, this is not the case. I've had back issues the whole time I've known Punk. He has a permanently messed up shoulder from his accident as a postman. We've always just kind of allowed for this and taken care of each other, giving each other massages, finding sexual positions we can both sustain without injury, etc. He's been low income and I have given him food all along, cooking for him or cooking together. In return, he has been giving, doing dishes, and giving me lovely little gifts of his artwork. We usually walk the dog together, which is a pleasant activity. I think it's been a balanced give and take.

I don't feel I ask too much in terms of care. Sure, he may be a people pleaser, but I have made sure not to take advantage of him in the past, and I am not asking for tons more care even now. I am certainly not asking for him to self sacrifice in any way, especially now.

I don't get the feeling he feels overwhelmed by my physical needs now that I am in more pain. I only became aware of the disc issues 10 days ago, and he's been pulling away from me for 5 1/2 weeks.

I do recall an experience my aunt had a few years ago. She is a very introverted devout Christian lady. She was married once for 20 years, to a man who turned out to be an alcoholic. When he passed away, she was single for maybe 15 years. Then she met a man. She was 75, he was 80. They dated for close to a year. It was kind of adorable. He was a widower and had taken care of his wife as she gradually succumbed to cancer.

One day, my aunt, an independent tough old bird, was standing on her guest bed rehanging freshly washed curtains. She fell off the bed backwards and broke her neck. She survived but had to wear a neck brace, and needed followup doctor's visits. Her bf dumped her, saying he couldn't deal with her needs, since he'd become exhausted by having cared for his wife for several long hard years.

it was very sad, and I felt so badly for her. Yet, you can't blame the guy for just wanting to have a "good time," and bailing when my aunt had these new health needs.

I don't get the impression that Punk equates my current back issues with having cared for his mom. After all, Pixi does the majority of care that I need. I was only seeing Punk twice a week, totalling maybe 10 hours a week tops.

It's just him discovering himself. Sussing out his opportunities as he grieves. It's a lot to deal with.
Check in with him to make sure he knows the door is always open, the light of love shining out onto the porch, whenever he's feeling aligned enough to come and share it with you. Remind him of the things that you value, and try to keep the pressure off. It's all you can do.

I sure do miss him! I am still deciding how to proceed. I am still wondering what "friendship" with him will look like. I think I have decided I will wait another 5 days or so to contact him, letting some of the feelings on both our sides settle. Then we will go on from there, and find our "new normal." I am hurt, of course, and very disappointed he doesn't want to stay deeply connected now. I took a chance dating a man with his issues. I chose to take this risk. I can't whine and complain that he needs some space now.

I do get envious of this platonic female friend he has. They go way back, and she's been reaching out to him more lately. She's taken him to a beach one time during the day, then on a Boston Harbor cruise for which she'd gotten free tickets, and then she took him to another beach area to look at the meteor showers we were having last week. Those activities all read as "romantic" to me, even though he assures me the 2 of them are platonic. Just the same, I'd like to be doing those things with him! Of course, right now, my health has been preventing such activities anyway. I try to keep in mind to be thankful she is caring for him, lifting his mood.

He tells me there is no chance they will hook up. I think they were lovers once, like 10 years ago, and have long moved past that. She's got a bf and he listens to her vent about his poor treatment of her. Maybe he has told her about his interior struggles about our relationship as well.

I would hate it though, if the New Punk finds another woman to be romantic with, to have sex with, instead of coming back to me. I am only human... that would suck. But he's not the type to pursue anyone. I reached out to him on okc to begin with. Time will tell. I trust him to be honest with me.

So, in health news, Pixi drove me to our health clinic in Boston yesterday. By coincidence, she had a therapy appointment yesterday afternoon too. She hadnt had one since May, since she's been away so much.

I saw my PCP, got my prescription for Percocet, and an appointment at the NE Spine Center, for my epidural. That isn't for a month, but I can call now and then and see if I can get on a waiting list in case they have any cancellations.

The Percocets didn't seem to help much yesterday. I took a dose at 4 and another dose at 10. But then again, I was in the car or sitting up in waiting room chair for 5 hours total. Not good for the back.

When I got up today, however, I am feeling a little better. Perhaps it just took time for the meds to reach therapeutic levels. I can take 2 pills every 6 hours. Fingers crossed I can feel relatively comfortable until I get my cortisone injection. I'd love to be able to sleep in our bed next to Pixi. Lately I've had to sleep on the couch semi reclined.

This morning Pixi will drive me to the chiro and pick up an order for the new set of xrays he wants from me. He thinks he might be able to find some new adjustments he can give me that are covered by insurance.
 
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I'm very glad that this is not the case. I am also glad that you understood why I might wonder if it was a thing...some people can be that way, and without knowing Punk I of course wouldn't be able to suss if any of that energy was there or not, you know?

Again, not so much that you were actually BEING too much for him...more that sometimes people put pressure on themselves. Men especially can be fixers, and feel difficult things that they don't know how to process, when powerless to help a situation with a loved one. Add in that it was his role to be a caregiver...

That's where I was coming from with all of that.

But you're right, the history and the facts don't really bear out that theory.

*hugs* I hope he gets his head sorted and the two of you can end up in a place that brings happy stuff to both of you, and that you can get your own needs met as you need to. I think that sometimes, loss can cause effects that no one would have expected or predicted.
 
Yeah, of course, being an optimistic person, I had hoped that once his mom died, he would feel freer, and have more time for me! Instead, his freedom from caretaking has caused him to question everything in his life. I don't really understand why that would mean he would withdraw from my support.

And the sex. I often turn TO sex when I am sad or stressed, etc. The hormones and connection and bonding lift my mood and calm me. It's too bad he's not that way, at least so far.

Case in point. When my Percocet kicked in this morning, I went in to wake Pixi and I told her how much better I was feeling. We ended up making love, and it was so lovely, and I was so happy to have been able to do it with little to no pain, I started crying while sexing, just out of relief and joy. It was so cathartic. Luckily she understood why I was crying, and it didn't kill her mood at all, and we concluded happily. She always takes time to come back to earth after camp or a trip, so we hadn't had sex in about 2 weeks. Whew!

My last sex with Punk was the bucket list threesome with Arjun. What a difference a 5 weeks makes. At least I have that nice memory, even though both guys flaked out on me since. :(

I can't believe I lost both Punk and Arjun within a week of each other. And now Steve is moving away for 3 months. What the hell, universe? I'm back to checking OKC again daily, but of course, 90% of my messages are boring or gross. One today just said, "Can you deep throat?"
 
I'm sorry things have become so rough this summer.

It may be that Punk's mind and emotions are like a closet crammed with crap for decades that is all tumbling down will he nil he. He might just going to be stuck for some time figuring out what he can keep and what throw out. Or whether to just cram a bunch of it back in and hope to get to it some other year. There is very little help anyone can give him in the sorting, and very little attention he can spare while going "What is THIS disgusting thing doing in here? I don't even want to touch it, let alone know what to do with it!" We can hope he gets the mess cleaned up quickly with the help of his therapist.

Meanwhile I hope you can pamper yourself, and I'm sure Pixi will help, you have done some yeoman duty this summer supporting other people's wants and needs.

I am in PT and on a prescription NSAID for my back and knees (this whole "effects of aging" thing really pisses me off on a regular basis) so I really empathize with having one's normal mobility compromised with no guarantee of full recovery.

Leetah
 
I'm sorry things have become so rough this summer.

It may be that Punk's mind and emotions are like a closet crammed with crap for decades that is all tumbling down will he nil he. He might just going to be stuck for some time figuring out what he can keep and what throw out. Or whether to just cram a bunch of it back in and hope to get to it some other year. There is very little help anyone can give him in the sorting, and very little attention he can spare while going "What is THIS disgusting thing doing in here? I don't even want to touch it, let alone know what to do with it!" We can hope he gets the mess cleaned up quickly with the help of his therapist.
The crap falling out of the closet is a very apt metaphor. He did tell me 2 or 3 weeks ago that there is stuff about himself-- he doesn't know if it's really him, or something evil she told him about himself that isn't at all true. Or something in between.

Even if he didn't have an evil mother who died, I think the 40s are often a decade where we trim away much of the "brainwashing" from our families of origin and learn to become our authentic selves. I did that in my 40s and early 50s, and I see Pixi, at 39, really making progress in that direction as well. Luckily she took me along on this part of her journey however! She also had/has a very difficult emotionally abusive father.

She has benefited from my steady love and support. And she tells me that and shows her appreciation and tells me she loves me so much every day. I had hoped that would have been the same with Punk instead of the freaking opposite!
Meanwhile I hope you can pamper yourself, and I'm sure Pixi will help, you have done some yeoman duty this summer supporting other people's wants and needs.

I've mostly been lying on the couch. Does that count as pampering? I finally went out thrifting today with K this afternoon though. I have hardly been able to walk a few feet for 10 days, but the new meds have taken away 30-40% of my pain. So I was able to walk around Savers, or sit in the changing room as K tried on shirts for the fall semester of her teaching job. I didn't find any nice Pyrex or vintagey goodness for myself, but it was nice to walk around and look. Then she came back with me for lunch, and we sat and chatted until Pixi got back from an appointment. It was very pleasant to do something other than a Dr's appointment.

Pixi and K went to Boston to do karaoke with some friends. I of course, stayed home. I went on okc and was a little more proactive. I guess I answered about 10 new questions and got swarmed with messages from men a little higher caliber than the randos that have been messaging me lately. So I chatted with a few. No one seems really right but it was a pleasant distraction.
 
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Out of the swarm of new men on okc, I have chosen 3 to continue to chat with. None of them seem great or perfect in any way. All have apparent faults, are not the whole enchilada. But hey, it soothes my ego a little to have some positive male attention, and chatting is one thing I can do right now.
I might meet one or two of them later next week depending on how I am feeling.

I am finally going to the gyno on Monday to have my cervix and endometrium biopsied. That could be painful. I got blood drawn yesterday to check certain levels before I go to get the 2nd MRI, a contrast one, to look at my adrenal gland. That procedure is set for Friday.

I had a talk with Pixi the other day, and told her gently but firmly that I need her to pay more attention to me. She has been swirling around with all her camp energy for a week now. The kids and their funny or poignant ways, the new counselor friends she made, etc., etc. And she and K went to do karaoke with about 5 or 6 other counselors the other night. There is one guy in particular that she likes, let's call him Aqua. He is new to camp, married but "poly on paper." He and his wife just haven't actually started dating anyone yet. This could just be a friends thing, or who knows, maybe more will come of it.

So, that is all well and good. I am happy for her. But I told her I need focus and I need touch! I told her exactly how to touch me, whether sensually or sexually. We need to get back to bonding again. And she responded well. That was 2 or 3 days ago, and she has been more cuddly and romantic and kissy face since. I need someone to stroke me as if I were a cat. Sigh... she can be such a pillow princess sometimes. The idea that I have to ask her to touch me after we have been together over 7 years. It kind of boggles my mind. She knows how I need touch. I get that it's harder to cuddle me since I need to be lying back the length of a couch, or downstairs in the armchair with a footrest (since the couch is too hard) most of the time. But I want her to make the effort! I can't be the assertive one all the time, it makes me feel like a beggar.

But it's better now. And she is cooking dinner and doing the dog care. My laptop and phone were acting glitchy and she fixed them. She has been driving me to medical appointments. So, she's doing the acts of service thing at least. Things could be worse.
 
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Oh yeah. A couple nights ago, when Pixi was out at karaoke, I spent the evening talking to men on OKC. As I was about to turn out the lights and go to sleep, I remembered I hadn't checked Punk's Instagram in a few days.

He had started an Instagram several months ago, mostly to showcase his woodwork pieces, and the silver rings he was making, and possibly sell some. But he also posts pix of other things. He posts nature shots. He posted pix from his beach trips and cruise with his friend. He posted a pic of the bike someone left in his yard, and a pic of the bass one of his musician friends gave him.

So the other night I saw he had posted a pic of a pretty big pink and white mushroom in the woods, and a pic of a new djembe he'd gotten somehow. He always posts hashtags on his pix. On both pix, one of the hashtags was #hippieattractor.

I half wondered if he'd posted that hashtag partly as a shout-out to me. I then had the pleasure of NOT "liking" those posts. I have, of course, "liked" a lot of his pix over the months since he joined Instagram, and encouraged me to join it. When he was avoiding me since his mom's death, his Instagram was the only way I could see what he was up to. (He isn't on Facebook.) But I am damned if I am going to "like" any more of his posts there. It gave me just a tiny bit of feeling of power and control to not "like" or comment on these pix.
 
Time for an update in my oh so thrilling life. :rolleyes:

August, my birth month, was so jam-packed with emotional and physical troubles, dr's appointments and Pixi and Punk being distant, it was all getting jumbled up in my head, I realised.

I keep an old school calendar on the wall for appointments and events and dates and the like. So this morning I took it down and filled it in with more of what actually happened to me. It helped me feel less confused. Here is the timeline:

August 1 and 2, I worked 2 6 hour days
August 3 I had a date with Steve
August 5th, Pixi and I went out for sushi for my pre-birthday
August 6 (my birthday), morning, Pixi left for another session of camp
August 6, my friend K was in the hospital for her appendectomy, and I went and picked her up and nursed her until
August 8. That afternoon, my back went SPROING and I was in excruciating pain
August 10, Punk came over in the late afternoon and grocery shopped and walked the dog for me. We had a nice time chatting. He even kissed and hugged me a couple times.
August 11, I let Pixi know I was in fresh pain hell, it was her evening off at camp, so she came home for an overnight. I think it was around this date Steve told me he was moving out of state for 3 months.
August 12, she went back to camp in the morning. Punk was supposed to come over that night, but begged off because was tired, hungry and his body ached.
August 13, Punk came over and broke up with me. Pixi got home from camp in the middle of that conversation
August 14, a Sunday, I had the MRI for my spine, ordered by my chiro
August 16, Pixi and I went to our health clinic in Boston, I saw my PCP, and I got a Percocet prescription filled at their pharmacy, and an appointment at the NE Spine Center for Sept 17.
August 17 Pixi drove me to our local hospital to get some more xrays of my spine for my chiro, so he could see what type of adjustments he now needed to be doing
August 18, chiro appointment and new adjustments
August 19, blood draws done at a Quest labs to check BUN and creatinine prior to contrast MRI
August 20, 21, a weekend of quiet and enjoying the pain relief of the Percocets
August 22, chiro in the morning, gyno in the afternoon for cervical and endometrial biopsies (OW!)
August 23, today, I rested a LOT
August 26, contrast MRI for adrenal gland scheduled
 
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In between my chiro appointment and the gyno procedures yesterday, I texted Punk, as I had planned. He said his car was in the shop to get new brakes done. He didn't feel like doing anything, he said. He seemed quite down.

I updated him on my latest medical issues and appointments. He didn't know about the adrenal gland thing. I then told him I had hoped he'd made a little progress since our last meeting? He said he didn't know what progress would look like. I said, a healthy life, finding yourself, healing from the PTSD.

I just spent a little time trying to be encouraging and telling him he had a new life of opportunity ahead of him. He said thanks, it's not so bad, I guess. He just doesn't feel any "motion." I said, I am envious you CAN move. And he lol'ed. He said he had a lot to learn, "I can do it, I guess."

Then I mentioned I'd been talking to 3 guys on OKC. He said, cool. Then I said, none of them were of his caliber. He said "So few are. It's just an odd caliber, not a special one."

I said, It is special, Punk. We had something really good. At least from my end.

He said, It was, thank you.

Then I said, my door is open, if you ever want to come back. He didn't answer. So that was that.

I guess as a friend, I will keep texting him every 3 or 4 days, to keep encouraging him. See if he wants to come over for dinner now and then.

So, also yesterday, last night, I FB messaged my old friend I've known since grade school. We don't often chat but we comment on each other's FB posts a lot. She lives down in Baltimore, and visited me last August for my 60th birthday, but I haven't seen her since. So I filled her all in. She was on FB, and replied, and she was SO appalled at what all I have been through, and so kind and supportive. She even also called me this morning to talk more and just be there for me. She told me to keep her updated on every little thing. Her husband also had herniated discs, which I had remembered, but not the details, so we went over all that. We also talked about her job, and our kids and the usual stuff. She made me laugh, she's such a funny upbeat person. I love her, womb to tomb. She is Christian and said she would pray to her god, who would heal me. I said, I will take the support from any and all gods now.

We both hope to go to Florida in November for my sister's 60th birthday. We are all the best of friends.

I took a very long nap today. The gyno thing yesterday, scrooching around on the exam table with my back pain, and the procedure itself, were painful and exhausting. My Percocets ran out after my first dose of the morning. I had ordered some on Sunday on my portal, but they didn't come today. I took 2 tramadols and 3 ibuprofen for my next dose though, and that seems to be doing the trick. I will have to reorder the next Percocet dose sooner, like on Friday, so I don't run out again.

This morning I spent time reading up on adrenal gland masses. I knew nothing about them. It turns out, we have 2 of them, and they sit just above the kidneys. Turns out they don't just produce adrenaline, but also produce hormones. If something goes awry, like mine has with this mass, they can produce inappropriate amounts of estrogen, androgen or both at once. Well! I have an overgrown endometrium, so maybe I have too much estrogen for a woman my age! I also have other problems adrenal glands can cause, slightly high blood pressure, slightly elevated blood sugar, hair on my face (which I have had electrolysis for), weight gain.

Yesterday after the gyno procedures, the gyno was almost calling it cancer. Wouldn't it be interesting if it was just excess hormones from the mass on my adrenal gland?

I've decided not to try and meet with any of the 3 OKC guys I have been talking to. None are quite right. But oddly a guy I almost had a first date with in May messaged me today. We had had some confusion about getting together then, but he told me still wants to try now. He lives in my town, he works doing science stuff. He's cute. He asked me to go to dinner tomorrow night and I said OK. What the hell, I am bored. I can handle an hour and a half in a restaurant booth. We will see if we click.
 
Ugh... When you lay it all out like that, it's exhausting to READ, let alone (I'm sure) live through. Hugs and hope that you get some good answers (and some good drugs!). And good luck with Science Guy! :)
 
First, health news: Uterus: I heard back from my gyno this morning. I do have cancer of the endometrium, and will need a hysterectomy. I am scheduled to see a 5 star rated gynecological oncologist on Sept 12. Endometrial cancer treatment has a great success rate, so I will be OK.

Adrenal gland: My health insurance denied the MRI for the adrenal gland, so my PCP is trying to set me up for a CT Scan instead. I hope to hear about that today. That glitch is super annoying. I have such a strong feeling the adrenal mass caused the hormones which caused my cancer. I will see an endocrinologist as soon as the CT scan is done, to get treatment.

Spine: In better news, my back is feeling better today! My Percocets arrived today, and I took 2, but this time last week they were only taking away about 30% of the pain. I feel much better than that today. I hope it continues. Maybe the new adjustments the chiro are giving me are helping too. I also got my chiro to refer me for Physical Therapy. Same clinic I went to last winter, but this time we have all kinds of understanding of my neck and back and hips from xrays and the MRI. My chiro called the PT place while I was in his office and told them, no exercise for now, until I am much more healed. I am just going to get electro stim, heat and/or cold packs, and massage. I am going to love the massage. :) And I get electro stim from the chiro twice a week, and will have it at PT twice a week too. That should really help the pain and aid in healing. I start that tomorrow.
 
And now in personal news.

The guy YaH called Science Guy cancelled our date for last night. He texted around 1PM saying he had to work until at least 8PM. I texted him this morning saying he so often has to work late. This was what also prevented us having a date back in May. Maybe evening dates aren't a good idea. Was he free weekends?

Actually right now I am focused on getting my health issues fixed, so I am going to take a break from trying to start any new relationships. I didn't say that to him because I hadn't gotten my cancer diagnosis yet.

Yesterday Pixi went to use her drill to work on hanging her archery equipment back up. She couldn't change the drill bit because when Punk had hung up the plate rack he made for me (back in our happier days... sigh...) he had tightened it up so much, neither of us can unscrew it. So he is coming over at 3 to get it loosened and to hang out for a bit. I invited him to dinner, but he said his dad has already started marinating chicken for him to cook tonight.

I will tell him my latest health news when he gets here.
 
I'm so sorry about your cancer diagnosis :( Sometimes life just sucks :( You've had a really rough summer and desperately deserve a break. Sending lots of positive thoughts and healing vibes your way!!
 
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