Since my strokes I have felt tremendous guilt over many things…Survivors guilt because so many, some much younger than me, that I knew personally were dying from Covid and other issues. Guilt that I was able to transfer hospitals, even though there were no beds available due to Covid, because of my sister’s constant begging and pleading. She got them to actually lie to get me in a regular room long enough to transfer, then moved up to ICU after just a few hours because the transfer was so hard on me. Guilt that I got out of palliative care and hospice when others did not. Guilt that I may have taken someone else’s bed and ventilator.
Then the guilt associated with being annoyed or angry at Nursing staff and family or friends there to help because they weren’t helping the way I wanted or needed. This actually might have been helpful, as I tried harder to do it myself and eventually could.
Guilt for being a burden to my family by needing so much time and care. I am not afraid of death, but definitely afraid of being the one who overwhelms others by being so needy, afraid of being stuck with only my thoughts and no way to share them or be helpful in any way to others.
I also feel guilty to the American public who now pay for all my care. I would not have needed all this care had we had a national health care service, and have paid for 50 years of taxes to pay into the system as well, but have taken out way more than I paid. Now I have better healthcare than those who pay privately. Only public servants and the very rich have it better than I do.
I feel guilty also, to all of you, who are not always offered the benefits I have been getting in health care. In most ways, your NHS system is much better than here. In others, at least for me, this time, I am getting better care. Maybe because of the gratefulness, begging, and pushing myself to do better, or maybe just dumb luck, or prayers. I was initially put out with no further help once I could walk with four post, (I think that is what you all call it). If I had not had an emergency with a bout of AFib, kept in hospital and my neurologist visiting me there, noticing how poorly I managed, I still would not have gotten help with these things. Now they treat me so well I want to cry in thankfulness.
You all treat me well, also, and keep me from going bananas with loneliness, boredom, depression and apathy. You have taught and are teaching me, how to pick up the pieces and build them into something new and beautiful. Thank you.