As if the physical pain was enough, my wife just couldn't deal with me in such a foul mood all the time, cursing, crying, and constantly saying I would never get better and would be better off if I just died. Hey I know I'm a (naughty naughty) to deal with when I'm in such pain, but after I nursed her through a 2 month surgery/recovery in Denver ($20K out of pocket), 2 years of narcotics addiction, and 2 years of rehab ($200K out of pocket), the lack of support from her was the straw that broke this camel's back.
Funny how things happen. I'm told I need a colonoscopy, and it never occurs to me that this fissure could come back. The doc never mentions it. I go through this, and now my family is splitting apart. If that doc had informed me there would be as little as a 5% chance of the fissure coming back, I would have declined the procedure.