my feelings of anger are apparently those of bereavement ,
Yep, I know that feeling. I used to cycle to work every day. Swim a lunch times, cycle home again. Have Saturday's off. Sunday I would ride with my husband.
Holidays were winter mountaineering, cycling, walking, hiking... you name it, if it was active and physical.
Then I went off to cycle around the world.
Came back after it didn't quite go to plan and worked on getting my fitness back. 2 years later I am cycling 44 mile commutes 3-4 times a week, cycling +80 mile rides with my husband at the weekend, every other weekend. My BMI was borderline overweight because of muscle and my GP had me down as "fitter than fit" and then this happens. Bedbound overnight, literally.
I have been told I can't compare what I can do now with what I could do then. I have to consider that life gone. I have to concentrate on what I have now. Now I fight to walk 100-200m struggle to walk 750m in a hour.
I will be grateful for being able to be taken around a supermarket in a wheelchair now! I can still cycle, but I fight to manage 8mph. I can now manage 20 miles, but it will take me all morning, literally. I can't work, I can't drive, I can't... the list goes on.
I have to concentrate on what I can do and work on getting better. It has been 6 months now and the only time I leave the house is on a stretcher or on my recumbent trike. If it breaks down I am up the creak without a paddle literally. I have managed to rig the trike to take my crutches with me, but the truth is I can't even wash myself or dress myself yet!
My other feelings are
why me? I'm already a severe asthmatic (despite being very fit and active). I have secondary Addison's disease as a result of my asthma medication and am steroids dependent. That has left me with osteoporosis in one of my femurs because of the use of steroids to control my asthma compounded with an existing spinal injury when I was 20. I have a number of other serious medical complications because of my asthma (like bronchiectasis and tracheomalacia) and a severe, fatal allergy to all dairy products (and by-products).
But all you can do is to keep fighting. Remind yourself you have been worse and concentrate on getting better.
You can't stop fighting otherwise there is nothing left and if you have family and friends around you, then you have to carry on for them. I may be useless, bed-bound and unable to dress or wash myself, but I can still make a mean loaf of sourdough bread -the perfect thing for someone who need to sit down for a couple of hours and rest after a 10 minutes work!