This morning my daughter told me, “I need some “me time” so I’m taking a walk in the park, got some coffee and than I can face the anxieties my life has.”
Myasthenia Gravis makes us refocus on things in a different way. Our “Me Time” has to evolve into something we can do. The important thing is never giving up trying to reshape our life.
Let’s say I can’t jog in the morning, but maybe I can walk.
Let’s say today I can’t walk without help, than I’ll sit in a nice comfortable chair to appreciate the little things in life and the wonderful sounds we can hear in a park.
Let’s say that today I can’t sit straight for long periods of time, than let me sit up on my bed and listen to my favorite tunes or read a magazine or book.
Myasthenia brings good and bad days and we can’t just wish the bad ones away.
I believe we can do most of the things we love in life, just with a little twist to them.
Negativism brings nothing good, it’s much better to stay on the positive side of things.
Like Mother Teresa once said, “Be happy in the moment, that’s enough. Each moment is all we need, not more.”
So my dear friends, rekindle your love for “me time” we still have the abilities inside of us to live our lives the best we can. The only difference is that we have to reshape things to fit our realities. It’s not hard after a while, you just need to believe in yourself.
Thanks for keeping me company in this path we call Myasthenia Gravis. It’s not about the journey, but about all we can learn each step of the way.
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, 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, most of us don’t want to talk about “depression” or whatever name you or me want to call it. It’s a delicate matter, a Pandora box, the white elephant in the room or the conversation. Even if these are our “ifs” we don’t want to deal with them, or if we do we usually procrastinate it for a bit more, or at least that’s what I do.
When my daughter came in May from McCormick Seminary in Chicago to take care of me in the hospital she brought the subject up… more or less like this,
“Mom, you should consider therapy to manage stress…”
She brought it up with the word “stress” because she thought I would be more receptive.
To which I replied with a startled look….
“I’ve been managing quite well for the past ten years.” (Whoa…. where did that come from)
To which she replied with her usual “Uhummm”, (keep in mind that she’s going to be a minister), she uses that little sound to gain some time before recollecting her thoughts for a good comeback.
The thing is that we were back and forth for a while, but she suddenly dropped the topic. Just to bring it back when I got discharged from the hospital. And my dear friends, she took me where she wanted and I ended up making that phone call. I do need therapy.
Admitting it to myself is the hard part.
Depression like any other mental health issue stands in a lonely place and going there and facing it isn’t easy.
Even if I do want to think I’m happy most of the time, the truth is I’m not always happy about my life.
My Myasthenia took away one of the things I loved about my life, my teaching career.
When I graduated, I told my husband before my first day as a teacher,
“Am I blessed or what??? I get to do what I love the most and I get paid for it. I could do this for free.”
Little did I know that my teaching career wouldn’t last ten years.
Each year when the school year is about to begin is when I feel uneasy and pretty much sad. My heart just skips a beat and I would give anything in this world just to get ready to go to work.
My husband and my neurologist try to make me feel better, telling me this or that, but deep inside it hurts really bad.
Now after all these years, I’m going to give therapy a try.
And this my dear friends, is only one aspect of the emotional ups and downs I go through each day, each week, each month and each year.
I have to cope with so many things and I’m sure all of you have to as well.
Not dealing with our inner turmoil hurts more than it heals, even if I don’t deal with it or bury it so deep within my soul feeling for a nanosecond it’s not there. I can’t wish it away, it’s going to stay there until I deal with it. It’s like a cancer cells that repairs all that’s close to it, just to get stronger and destroy everything that’s in its path.
The good that come out of all this is that I can’t give up and neither can you. We have to stand strong and just put one step in front of the other in this day to day battle, never loosing hope and gripping hard to our faith.
Thanks for being part of my road to wellness, 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