Dear readers, many of us become lonely clowns trying to cheer everyone up, nonetheless feeling like empty shells with a smile stamped on our faces.
It’s a hard truth to face.
Probably the hardest thing to take in is people telling you how good you look when you’re not feeling well at all.
Recently my meds were changed and my body is yelling at full throttle that something is wrong. For more than ten years I’ve taken my medicines on a military schedule and now it’s going to be released little by little throughout different dosages and hours.
Tremors, feeling nauseous, and being able to hold a meal have been a challenge to take in. But, I’m giving it my best.
Just wondering sometimes why does it have to be trying to cheer up anyone other than myself. Surviving a difficult childhood left me with many scars, maybe the one that I resent the most is that I like to please those who surround me more than I need to. Early on I learned that pleasing my parents would keep me out of trouble, so I became a fixer upper. I’m not sure that’s even a term, but wanting to fix things for others is.
I need just to take a deep breath and give myself a break. It’s fine if I’m not feeling well, and I have all the right in this Universe to say it. I just have to make myself do it.
In the meanwhile I have my blog to turn to each time I need a shout out. The best thing probably is that no one in my family takes time to read it so I can write anything I want without feeling guilty about it.
Trying to reach a point in your life where wellness is for real is hard to achieve and I’m not sure we can get there. Nonetheless, we need something to look forward to while coping with this draining disease.
So, thanks for stopping by and let us aspire to keep moving forward however hard it can become to bare. See you around.
Dear readers, I began this blog about a year ago after a fellow blogger Cathy Chester, who is a ferocious advocate for MS, suggested it during a twitter conversation.
Creating awareness should be our number one priority and also creating spaces where we can share what it is to live with MG with others who go through the same things on a daily basis.
Myasthenia isn’t called the snowflake disease for nothing, we all are different, but at the same time share common denominators. As so many other immune diseases.
We all aspire feeling well enough to complete tasks as simple as showering, walking, or eating. These simple day to day tasks are colossal for us sometimes and not only take away from our quality of life, but also from our very core.
We struggle each day with our feelings and emotions trying to find sense in our lives and figuring out how not to just give up.
It took me some time, but I think that finally I’ve found a glimpse on my way in this tumultuous road of wellness. Some of us tend to think that wellness is the same thing as health, and it’s not.
I ask myself, how can a person who is not healthy achieve a state of wellness that can overcome anything she or he has to endure?
To be honest, I don’t know. I’m trying to discover the answer to this question through my journal, jotting down how I feel along my journeys.
Each afternoon a flock of white birds fly above my yard and they are perfectly synchronized nevertheless, their perfection wasn’t achieved without at least falling down a couple of times and finding their exact place in the flock.
So my friends, I’m not going to find my purpose or be well without a bit of pain each time I fall. However, what brings me hope is believing that I will be able to fly at some point and find a perfect place for myself in this thing called life.
Thanks for stopping by and reading my blog and making me company in my journey through life.
See you around.
Dear readers, regardless to say and I’m sure all of you know that life brings hundreds of sounds that people, animals or things make into our lives. However, I’ve lived through days surrounded by these sounds and at the same time I’ve felt a compelling sense of loneliness.
We all face our share of loneliness.
The ironic part is that like robots we respond, interact and even manage to laugh about or with those who surround us. However, we feel lonely in a room full of people.
Since I have a big family, I have a busy phone and kitchen. My husband and myself satellite around our kitchen and phones. I listen to endless conversations and always try to be a good listener and to an extent try to fix things that I feel are wrong if I can. In other words, I try to make like comfortable for all of them. Fill in voids with my voice and cheer them with my laughter, comfort and hug them all as much as I can. Nevertheless, I’m trapped in a lonely world sometimes.
Living with MG is a lonely path.
It would be nice to listen to someone ask me not if I’m well or not, but to listen to,
“How are you feeling?” But for real. Actually an outlet to let go of all my steam, to bear my soul, or to spill it all out.
My loneliness is not but a stream of thoughts about my life and how it’s changed during the past ten years.
My loneliness is a fair cry of a bird that wants to spread her wings and fly to the vast horizons.
Don’t get me wrong I know that I’m loved and cherished, and always have been. That’s not something I’m enjoying now because I’m ill, but it’s been part of my life ever since he became part of it as well. However, that doesn’t take away how I feel.
I’ve come to terms with the fact that my loneliness is mine to face only.
So my dear friends, next time the sun comes up with its majestic sunrise and accompanying sounds I will move on trying to cope with my loneliness and making the best of it. Maybe next time around I’ll find an opportunity to talk to someone of things that are important at least to me.
Don’t forget to be kind to yourself and to others.
Thanks for stopping by to read about life with Myasthenia and making me company on my journey to wellness. See you around.
Dear readers, I take my life one day at a time and I’m sure that all of you do the same thing.
Our routines and so much more have a direct impact on those who surround and love us deeply. They live through our ups and downs, sometimes voicing their feelings and other times just remaining silent. It’s hard on us and at the same time for them as well.
Sometimes I forget that and today as I went through my daughter’s things because she recently left to begin her new school year in New York I was remembered of that as I read a prayer she wrote during the Summer. One that I share with all of you today with much love.
“I heard once that prayer is about redefining our desires. It is about being open to ask for guidance and even though we do not control our journey that does not mean we are astray.
Today I pray open to hear, even when that fills me with fear.
Dear Gracious God, I am not praying to give excuses or explain my silence. Whom I am trying to fool? My silence is yet nothing more than silent panic.
You know that.
I pray for longer walks, for less tiredness.
I pray for more smiles and restfulness of spirit.
I pray that the spirit might comfort the body.
I pray for shorter naps and more energy.
I pray for coffee @3 pm between shared stories.
I pray for our usual complicity to remain intact in times of sickness.
I pray for our unspoken bond to grow stronger in the face of weakness.
I pray that we can share prayers.
I pray that her body can gain strength while her spirit stands strong.
For now, I pray that she can rest knowing that we will do our best holding her so she does not fall.
May the words of this prayer belong to all of us today.
Dear readers, it’s been a while since I’ve shared anything with you.
Sorry for that but, I’ve been feeling weak for some time and all of us know that when we’re weak, we’re weak. Everything in our lives becomes a colossal task.
Which by the way got me admitted on Monday for an IVGG treatment.
When I’m in the hospital I feel vulnerable, and a bit lost to tell you the truth. It’s nice when I hear a resident call me by my name, instead of the patient in 152B.
Most of the nurses who work here don’t really know much of Myasthenia, never mind pronounce it. Yesterday I had the opportunity of having a young nurse who actually came around and talked to me about MG.
As she was giving me meds and changing my infusion lines, she told me she had never had a patient with MG, and as soon as she got home she was planning on getting information about the disease.
I told her that she was more than welcome to ask me anything she wanted to know.
We had both a nice and educational back and forth for a while, it felt good that she was interested enough to ask. Awareness is an important thing for MG, few people understand what this is all about. I thought about the hashtag #HaveYouHeardofMG that has been going around lately as we spoke amicably.
I face so many unknowns after those two bracelets are fixed on my wrist. One with my name and information and the other orange label that warns nurses and medical personnel that I am at risk of falling.
Thoughts of how things will turn out this time around feed my fears and jitters take residence in my tummy. Never mind if the people who love me the most in this world try to reassure me it’s going to be okay, it’s never okay. Although, I do appreciate their love, and the strength they give me along the way.
In a world where patients are treated with dignity and respect as human beings and not numbers or otherwise maybe these fears would be less, but sadly we don’t have this type of healthcare system. The system that prevails is one where our family can’t leave us alone for a moment under the care of nurses and medical personnel due to crippling fear that we will be neglected and put at risk.
Testament of this would be my daughter running to fetch my tray because they forget to bring it in because I’m in preventive isolation and my food tray is the last to be delivered in the hall.
So, my dear friends today is not a good day for me, however I know and believe tomorrow will be better. If I loose the ability to believe in this I have lost one of the most important battles we deal with every day and that is never to loose hope.
See you around the corner.
Dear readers, when flare-ups come around my life I feel like the MG Scrooge and I just want to say “Humbug”.
I’m not going to write about the specifics of our flare-ups because each one of us will have a different story to tell. I’d like to humbly share my feelings about these awful flare-ups reaching out to others so we can make the best of it together.
I hate to feel weak.
It makes me cranky, sad and defeated. The worse part is knowing that my body is doing this to me AGAIN. It feels like I’m punching myself in the face. Ouch!
I wanted to make this point because sometimes other people think it’s easy for me to remain positive and cheery all the time when the truth is I’m not feeling like that at all.
However being the hopeless believer I am, after my initial “humbug” I come around and begin the healing process once more. At this point I’m not that interested in healing my body, but healing my drenched spirit. Getting it together and moving forward once again.
Even though my family loves me tons and tries to do the best to support me, sometimes I need to attain comfort within me so I can deal with the issues each relapse brings. I can have them a million times and each one of them is going to be different except for the weakness which all of us know is the common denominator.
Reading and listening to music helps me tons. One of my favorite blogs to read ever is from Cathy Chester, she battles multiple sclerosis and through her writings I feel better because I can relate to many things she brings to the table.
One of my favorite authors is Jane Austin, and in her book Emma, there’s a quote I absolutely love,
“It is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.”
For all of us happiness means different things, but one is common to all human race and it’s about finding solace and peace within our lives. Facing a chronic illness takes away so much, that it’s darn difficult not to become Scrooges.
I would always think about the negative whey before bringing any positives into context. Nowadays, I’m trying to retrain my brain, so positive thinking comes always first.
Many times I’ve smirked at myself, thinking, “Who am I kidding?”, but I always come back and try to just collect myself and keep on going. It’s so easy to give up and so hard to keep my spirits up.
But, you know my dear friends, all of us are a work in progress. For some it’s gonna be easy, for others not so. However, let’s hang in there, because like Phil Collins sings, “It’s gonna be all right.”
Don’t forget to find meaning and purpose in each day, and to reach out to others. When we give it a try, it’s pretty amazing.
I invite you to come along on my quest for wellness not only of my body, but most importantly of my soul