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Showing posts with label Relationship. Show all posts

Relationship


"It changes you."


Oddly enough, the two people who are most involved in my progress are none other than my rheumatologist and my disability case worker.  Who knew that in my mid-thirties, my closest relationships would be with these two people.

How did this come about?  Well, my immediate family, since they live it with me, no longer asks about my condition.  Outside of that, I have lost touch with most people I knew before the disease activity plucked me out of society and plunged me into my new (solitary) lupus life.  Others, I have very limited social interactions with and they have no idea what my life is like.

So it's funny that my confidants have become these two unlikely professionals.  I am hoping to add a third person, a much needed therapist to the list, but until then, these two people have been my therapists.  They have been there from the start of my disease activity, through the worst times and its ups and downs during my "recovery." As a primary doctor and as a case worker, they have checked in regularly to see the progress of my disease.

The other day, I was talking to my case worker and a question came up on whether I have been able to get out and socializes.  Whether I have been able to have visitors to break away from the solitude, and whether it might not be a good idea to do so as the winter months were approaching us.

I imagine she wast just being polite but I took the bait and poured my heart out.  I guess I sort of needed to verbalize what has been inside of me for a long time.

All of my relationships have changed, most not for good, including my relationship with my immediate family, my extended family, my best friends, my friends, my acquaintances, my co-workers, and frankly, even my dog.  Lupus has touched all.

To sort out what happened to each of my relationships will probably require individualized assessment. While lupus was a dominating force in the change, the change did not happen in a vacuum but in the context of pre-existing relationship.  How to go about bridging the gap in these relationships pre -and post- lupus will take time.  Lots of time.

I feel like I have been burned, left behind, uncared for, misunderstood, and/or forgotten.

But most importantly, I feel like I no longer care.  I can no longer relate to most people and therefore, no longer care for their company.  After all, how can I talk about shoes with a girlfriend when I cannot wear heels because of my nerve damage and it's difficult enough to walk in comfy flats.  How can I relate to someone with career problems when I have not been able to work for almost three years.  How can I enjoy a night out when I can barely make it through a meal.  The list goes on. . . .

When I explained this to my case worker, I realized that not only have I taken up her time, but I must have sounded weird.  Her response, however, surprised me.  She explained to me that what I have gone through, well, these experiences, it changes you.

She shared with me her personal traumas and how it changed her.

I always believed that people didn't really change.  Through time, we got better or worse, but our core remained the same.  But I do believe that I have changed.

My entire life, I long craved company.  It always seemed like anything worth doing was made more enjoyable by sharing the experience.  This is what fundamentally changed within me.  I no longer need or want company.  I truly enjoy solitude and every relationship seems like a burden.  This is mostly due to two things; it is physically difficult to engage in social interactions and it is nearly impossible for me to relate to most people.

I know it's not healthy.  But I am not healthy.

I have a small nugget of relationships that I have preserved, cultivated or resuscitated.  As I nurture these relationships, I do hope that I will be able to add more.  Almost as important as repairing old relationships is how to forge new ones.  As the relationships will be different, it will be interesting to see how things develop in the future.  I am, however, in no rush.

Anniversary

Today is our 3rd year wedding anniversary.  We honestly didn't think we would make it this far.

Jim and I have known each other for about 4 years before we took the venerable vows to be there for each other.  Without hesitation, we made this promise out of deep love but neither of us knew that our vows would be tested this hard, and this early.

While the national average for divorce is about 50%, the divorce rate amongst couples with lupus is higher at about 83% -- and it's easy to see why.  Lupus is an unusually cruel disease, not only to the Lupie but also to all of Lupie's loved ones.

As my husband, Jim became my prime caregiver.  And he endured a lot. 

He endured the grind of being a daily caregiver.

He endured all my anger.

He endured all manifestation of my disability.

He endured my depression, mood swings and suicidal thoughts.

He endured lack of sleep.

He endured my delirium.

He endured the loss of a woman he married.

In my darkest and loneliest moments, Jim was there with his loving heart and open arms.  When the tears rolled down my eyes because I was in so much pain, both physically and emotionally, his knowing squeeze of my hand relieved me more than any painkillers.
No matter how ugly the disease was or how ugly it made me, inside and out, Jim stayed true to his vow.  And I thank him for teaching me how powerful love can be.  I am not sure what life has in store for me but I am glad that I will be making the journey with my hubs.
I will be your penguin

Mother's Day

"Mom-ma"


Lupus does not make any exceptions just because it's a holiday.  And definitely not because it's Mother's Day.

As has become routine, I woke up at 5:30 AM crying from the pain.  I reached over, took my morning dose of prednisone and put on some Adele to distract me from the pain.  I pleaded to the disease to go easy on me today.  We had planned a picnic at Orient Beach, followed by a carousel ride and some oysters at Greenport.  Then, some rest, followed by a movie or a spa treatment depending on what my mom wanted to do.  It didn't sound like much, but I was already nervous that I will not be able to make it through th day.

Around 7 AM, I heard the familiar knocking on the door and my smiley 1 year old son crawling towards me.  Every morning, we watch a few YouTube videos of the "Wheels on the Bus" in bed before he goes down for his breakfast and he was ready for his show.  His mumbling of "mom-ma" in the morning temporarily breaks me from the pain and allows me to experience some joy.

After some wonderful gifts and homemade breakfast, courtesy of my wonderful husband, we headed out for the day.  Orient Beach is at the end of one of the two tips of Long Island (the other being Montauk) and being that it was about 9 AM when we arrived, we had the beach all to ourselves for a few hours.  It was nice.

The beach is very family oriented with BBQ grills and picnic tables.  They have divided playgrounds for toddlers and kids.  And this was a shocker, they lend out beach wheelchairs.  Pretty cool.
Harry squealing with happiness!
A few hours at the beach, I started to feel very sick.  For the last two years, I have only experienced four stages of wellness -- sick, very sick, ill and very ill.  By the time we were driving back home, I was feeling very ill.  Nothing that was planned for the rest of the day was going to happen.  I was crying from so much pain that it did not even matter anymore.  I just wanted to feel sick again. 

When I feel this ill, I lose time.  From 2 PM onward, all I remember is lying in bed, writhing and crying from the pain.  My head felt like it was going to explode.  The nerves on my face was acting up and my whole face felt like it had a shrink wrap around it.  My eyes felt like they were bulging so hard that they were going to pop out of my head.  I felt incredibly dizzy and nauseous.  My whole body ached and I had difficulty breathing.  This went on for about 6 hours until Jim got me in the car for a long drive.  For some reason, when nothing else quiets the pain, a long drive helps.  So we drove for hours, my head resting on the rolled down window like a half-dead dog, drained from being beat up by the pain. 

Until I becam a Lupie, I did not know a person could cry continuously for hours on end.  Apparently, one can.  Through the tears last night, I was starting to feel defeated.  I did not think I could keep fighting this disease, every hour, of every day, for the rest of my life.  It was just too much.

Then I thought about how disappointed Harry would be in the morning, if I wasn't waiting for him in bed, with the iPad in hand, when he proudly flung the door open and crawled towards the bed.

So I crawled back into bed, took some painkillers and looked forward to another day, not as a Lupie but as Harry's mom.