Showing posts with label Chronic illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chronic illness. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Yes, I Know I Don't Look Sick



Many chronically ill patients have recently written articles titled, "But You Don't Look Sick." I get it. And now, I feel compelled to add to this theme in my own words. Why? First off, to clear up some confusion surrounding my story, and secondly, to use my voice as an advocate for those suffering with disease, day in and day out.

Lately, my days are filled with pain, nausea, and fatigue due to multiple malfunctions in my body. This is probably not news to you, as I have used words to describe these maladies on more than one occasion. Common to all of my symptoms is this: Aside from an insulin pump that makes an occasional surprising appearance to the world out the top of my shirt, and those times when close friends see me hunched over in agony on the street, evidence of my ailments and symptoms are hidden beneath my skin. Unless of course you see me naked. (And THAT's not happening!) Then, you would see some war wounds in the form of surgical scarring.

But what you do see is this: I am not bleeding. I am not missing a leg. I am not in a wheelchair. I do not have an oxygen tank.

You will also notice that usually I am wearing makeup. I am in a dress or heels. My hair is done.

I can't tell you how many days just the thought of that beauty regime overwhelms me. The time and energy it takes to "not look sick" is exhausting. But for me, this is one way of hanging on to the health I still have.

Why not wear some makeup? Why not wear stylish clothes.  I can't very well walk around naked, can I? So they might as well be fashionable.

I love making memories - with Don, my family and my friends. Even with strangers.

So...

On days I am capable, we explore the world and soak it all in. This does not mean I am not symptomatic. This means, I have a bit more energy than the day before spent in bed, to get up, get ready, and fight against those symptoms with all I've got. I haven't much endurance or much strength, but my eyes can still see and ears can still hear and my fingers can touch and my mind (and my camera) can capture life as it unfolds.

And.

My face still works (yay!) so I can smile as I (and the camera) take it all in.

Of course the pictures you see of our travels online are goofy and fun and posed and romantic. Do you really want to see pictures of me down for the count in bed? Or at yet another doctor's appt. getting tests? Of me hanging over the toilet bowl retching? I doubt it. Let me spare you that.
I want you to see me as happy and fulfilled, because aside from a very difficult health situation, I am.

And if you think me to be vain, so be it. For me, looking my best is a mental exercise in fighting my disease and not giving in. I emotionally feel better when I look my best. And if I can't physically feel better, why not take the emotional gain?

So here's my point: Please don't assume that if a chronically ill person looks good, they feel just as good. Please don't put unrealistic expectations on their capacity to join in on physical activities, as simple as they may be for you. Never try to guess how a person with chronic illness is doing. If you care, just ask. And know that some days the answer will be bleak, some days vague, some days more positive than reality and sometimes, it will honestly be good.

Yes, I know I don't look sick.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

It's Okay Not To Be Okay: A Special Tribute to Megan


I have a friend. Well, more than one I think. But this one is special and today I want to honour her.

You see, sometimes it is not all about me. (Usually, actually. But in this blog it tends to be.)

Today, I want to talk about my friend Megan.

Megan like me, suffers from chronic illness. Many of our symptoms are the same, although the causes are somewhat different. Megan suffers from Lyme disease, and more recently has also been diagnosed with gastro paresis.  Reconnecting after many years, it was uncanny to realize how similarly we suffer. But that is not why Megan is so special.

More often than not, intense pain and fatigue make it impossible for her to get out of bed. If she is able, sitting and reading a book translates to a full body workout. Leaving the house is saved only for her very best days or, her very worst meaning a trip to the hospital. She has been the real-life main character in a bad hospital scene way too many times. Hard gurneys, curtained corridors and I.V. drips have been her life’s movie backdrop far too often, especially considering her age. Still in her twenties, health issues should not even be a line in the script, never mind dictating the whole screenplay. 

But that is not why Megan is so special.

After getting a degree, starting a successful career and living on her own, Megan has been forced to move back in with her (very supportive) parents and quit work. Not only is she sick, tired and lonely, but has lost her independence completely. This has been a huge setback for an intelligent and strong woman such as herself. She’s had no choice but to ask for help and take it.

 But that is not why Megan is so special.

Let me switch my focus from the negative to the positive. Megan would want that.

And that is why she is so special.

No matter how many times she throws up, or is the throws of muscle pain, Megan can still light up a room with her smile.

That is why Megan is so special.

When Megan sits alone in her room, what does she do? She posts motivational quotes to the world, and applies them to herself.

That is why Megan is so special.

When the rare occasion presents itself for me to visit her, (the UK is a long way from Winnipeg) it doesn’t matter that she hasn’t the strength to sit up in her hospital bed. She still asks how I am.

That is why Megan is so special.

The miniscule amount of energy she has to spend in a day is focused on her biggest priority: Love. It oozes from her delicate pores and grows with the strength of a tidal wave, washing over everyone she comes in contact with.

That is why Megan is so special.

Determination must be her middle name, since she never gives in; never gives up. It defies all negativity.

That is why Megan is so special.

Megan has not only not lost faith, but gained it along the way.

That is why Megan is so special.

 Megan, so many days I just want to get on a plane and go hold your hand, sit in silence and just blanket you with comfort. At the same time, I would soak in your essence and emulate your spirit. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said to myself, “If Megan can hang on, I can get through this.” Yes, at the risk of sounding clichéd, you are an inspiration; a hero.

Thank you not only for your strength, but also for your honesty. To quote Jesse J: It’s okay not to be okay. I hope you “get” that. I think you do.

 So to whoever is reading this, please honour Megan by recognizing her brutal struggle and her amazing attitude and learn from it. As a tribute to her, hold a hand if needed. And please, if you are also chronically ill, remember Megan. She’d have your back and so would I. That’s two people who already care.

Hang in there peeps. If I’ve learned one thing from Megan it’s this: You are stronger than you think.

Oh and also...

It’s okay not to be okay.