Never Get Sick

I hate weeks like these.
Weeks like these I lay around on the couch thinking of all the great things I could do.
Then I fall bak asleep to rest.
I've been sleeping the majority of days since Tuesday.
My body has needed the time to recover.
I just hate the feeling of helplessness/uselessness.
I sit, watching the house get dirtier, piles of dishes grow in the sink, baskets of laundry grow in the living room besides piles of dog hair and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.
I know my cupboards are pretty empty and that I still, somehow, need to pack a lunch for X and make sure he gets healthy meals, but there is just no possibility within my physical capacity that I could do those things.
It's devastating, every time, never changes.
I think this is one of the first feelings that hits a cancer patient on diagnosis after denial, shock, etc.. All the sudden your body is striped of it's immortality. If you're thrust into treatment, you lose your roles. You lose your role as a breadwinner, as a parent, as a friend, because suddenly you don't have the energy to be those things.
It's a huge loss and the grieving is monumental. It's the grieving of a whole life you though you would have, free of cancer, that now is no longer a possibility.
Few understand the devastation and continue to do their daily activities out of spite or necessity even though their bodies clearly want to do otherwise.
Many learn to prioritize what needs to be done and allow the rest to fall by the wayside.
I've learned to listen to my body and not force it.
This gets me up and moving and on the road to recovery sooner.
I only lost one week of my life to sleep instead of 3 or four.
If the feelings of helplessness/uselessness stay around for long enough, the length of my feelings generally correlate with the length of my dependent illness, then feelings of guilt come on strong.
Feeling guilt as a patient is always present.
You know you are interfering with someone else's life by requiring their assistance. You know you are burdening someone else with your pain. It feels like a debt that will probably never be repaid, but when it goes on and on the guilt takes on a life of its own.
It turns into thoughts that you are so burdensome the bad out weighs the good when calculating your survival.
I hate dragging my family to appointments, making them take day after day off. I also hate to call and inconvenience people for rides, especially those who I barely see.
Illness is devastating.
Don't get sick people.