06/12/2026
Last Friday, I wanted to run away.
We were 8 days post-op and had been home for 3. I was (and still am) fully responsible for Sean's nutrition, hydration, medication, and wound care needs. He could not (and still cannot) safely move from one place in the house to another without support. As I worked my way through the six typed pages of daily medical tasks, I felt like I was living in a Groundhog's Day nightmare. I could not stop crying.
Yes, I was grateful that the surgery went so well. Yes, I was happy his kidneys were holding up. Yes, I was amazed that the hospital stay was shorter than expected.
And.
Every single aspect of his care depended on me - a fact that would be true for the foreseeable future - and every ounce of me wanted to run far far away. Not from Sean, the person who continues to be delightful and kind and loving through it all, but from my current reality.
Spoiler alert: I didn't run. Instead, I called a friend and said all of these things out loud. A friend who didn't problem solve or bright side, but said, "Of course you want to run away. That makes perfect sense." I told Sean how I was feeling. I thought of small but realistic ways I could run away in the days to come: a walk around the block, a trip to the neighborhood shoe store, a visit to the nearby garden store. I let myself say and feel and acknowledge that what I'm doing is impossibly hard and I cried myself to sleep.
It's a week later and I continue to be responsible for every ounce of Sean's well-being. There are still absolutely moments when I want to run and I'm sure as the days and weeks tick on there will be many more to come.
I share this so that if you're a caregiver wanting to run away you know that You Are Not Alone. If you know a caregiver (you all do!!!), a powerful way to help is to offer to come over for even an hour to let them shower, nap, take a walk, run away.
Caregivers: I see you. I'm with you. I am you. Feel free to share in the comments or privately with me times you've wanted to run away. ♥️