My husband has many medical issues, cardiovascular disease with three heart attacks, multiple bypasses and stents. He has non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver, kidney failure, neuropathy and type 2 diabetes. He is, and always has been, in complete denial about the severity of his conditions and his actions having caused any of this. He denied he had diabetes right up to the point where the doctor in the emergency room (his first heart attack) interrupted his arguing to inform him, in no uncertain terms, that his blood sugar was at 820, he was diabetic and no amount of argument would change that.
No matter what any doctor tells him he just doesn’t seem to hear the bad parts and within a few days he’s managed to turn everything around and made it OK. This allows him to not do as the doctors order.
He can’t drive due to diabetic ulcers on his feet and an inability to stay awake due to his heart. I don’t buy much junk food when I go grocery shopping. I’m not draconian about it but I try to limit the sugar. If he wants ice cream I’ll buy a small container. If he asks for cookies, I buy one or two gourmet cookies from the bakery. He won’t eat anything that’s artificially sweetened. It’s sugar all the way. He even puts sugar on all his fruit.
Well, he’s now discovered online grocery delivery services. Anything the store sells he can have at the door in a few hours. I came home from work to discover three gallons of ice cream, in the freezer, several large packages of candy bars and two bags of cookies.
I’ve officially reached the “I give up” stage. My husband is an adult and I simply can’t stop him from self-destructing. He’s 71 years old and anyone would mistake him for 90. The way he looks and shuffles around. He’s definitely paying the piper in his old age. I’ve done everything in my power and I can look at myself in the mirror and not feel that there was something else I could have done. I will continue to take him to medical appointments, change his dressings and get his prescriptions filled and do anything else that's needed. I'll do what I can to keep him comfortable, but I’m absolutely done with hope. He isn't going to change and frankly, if he did, it's too late anyway. Oddly enough, I've discovered that there is a certain amount of relief that came when I gave up. I should have done this years ago. Thanks for listening to my rant.