Do I wish I had cancer, of course not, but….

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I live with my parents out of necessity.

I moved in with them before the onset of my physical illness for reasons that I’m not going to get into in this post.

I’m treated like a spoiled brat for needing the help that I need (I’m not going to get into those specifics here either) and not being able to help in the ways thay I am not.

I, of course, internalized this. While I know this isn’t true, my spoiled bratness, I nevertheless gaslight myself constantly (Maybe I don’t need help with that. I can do it, I’m just (insert any number of negative and untrue things), which leads to me overdoing and making myself sicker, thus needing more help, getting more negative feedback and gaslighting myself some more….

Sigh

I read a book recently, How to Be sick: A Buddist-Inspired Guide for the Chronically Ill and Their Caregivers by Toni Bernhard. I’m not going to give a full review of the book here, I found some things problematic but it was worth the read (if you read it, let me know what you think). What really struck me was the amount of support she received from her husband (also unsurprisingly, she received much better care and much more support from her medical team than I could ever dream of. Being that she is not a poor woman with a history of psychiatric issues but instead a wealthy white woman with a career in academia, she was actually taken seriously both when she became and continued to be sick). Toni’s husband, of course has had struggles with the change in his life due to his wife’s illness but it appears that overall he does not blame her, he takes on the extra responsibilities that are necessary and… He does things to try and make her existence more liveable (like not just cook for her but make her delicious meals for dinner every night) because he gets that however hard this is for him, it doesn’t compare to how hard it is for her. Reading this, I felt both hopeful and so extremely sad. It fills my heart to know that there are people who do try and understand and that there are people with chronic illness that are not living my experience but… I know that it’s privilege and most of us do not have that privilege.

I’m gonna let you in on a little secret (or maybe it’s not a secret, maybe you’ve heard this before but it feels like a shameful secret), many people who are living with chronic illness, at some point or another have had the thought/feeling that they wish that they had cancer instead of their specific illness, myself included. Do I actually wish that I have cancer? Fuck no. I don’t think anyone really does but the feeling/thoughts come up none the less. Some people reason that with cancer, there is treatment. You get treatment and you either get better or you die and that seems better than living in constant misery for the rest of their lives. That’s valid, though I don’t subscribe to that reasoning myself. I know that some people do recover and I have hope that I will. Should I not then I believe that this is my path and I would have to come to terms with that at some point.

My reason (and others I’ve spoken to/read about) for feeling this is that people take cancer seriously. They treat people with cancer like they are very sick and many offer help. There are organizations that offer free help to cancer patients, things like cleaning and grocery shopping. There should be. Don’t get me wrong, I am glad these services are available and if anything wish there were more but… why aren’t these same types of services available to those of us with debilitating chronic illnesses?

Many of us have no support. No one really even believes us. As far as I know there are no services to help us (if I’m wrong, please let me know), but I, and many others are unable to do these things for ourselves.

I was really sick before I moved out of the mold. When I moved out, as happens when you body starts to detox, I got sicker. Then I got even sicker when I actively started trying to detox. Then I got covid and the amount my illness has increased is indescribable. I was unable to do things like cook and clean when I was sick initially, now….sigh.

I’m lucky that I have support but I get very little help and a whole lot of shame and guilt from them. I guess all I’m saying is that there are a lot of people like me. We need you to listen to us and believe us. If you are able we need your support. We need help.

Here I go, I’m people pleasing again…

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Last night I went to the ER.

I’ve been having chest pain since covid, it got worse with a few accompanying symptoms that made me think it would be best to get checked. I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about that now.

What I do want to talk about is trauma. No, not really, more just the impact.

My son woke up when I was getting ready to leave in the ambulance. He clung to me and cried. He didn’t want me to and was obviously scared. I hugged him and told him that I was ok but I don’t feel very well and the doctor needed to look at me but if be back soon. He cried. He clung. I had a hard time letting him go. I think having to pry him off of me and give him to my mom while he was in so much distress hurt my chest more then the pain I was having.

In the ambulance the EMT asked about my son… His name, age, if he’s my only child…. And then he said “he sure is spoiled isn’t he”.

I was taken completely off guard but it felt like a kick to the chest. I wanted to say, “no, he’s not. He’s three and was woken in the middle of the night to his mom leaving in an ambulance. He’s scared and rightfully so you. Have a little compassion, asshole”.

Do you know how I actually responded? A polite laugh, suggesting that he was right, my son is spoiled.

What does that have to do with trauma? My relationships, starting at birth have taught me that it’s best to be polite when confronted with negativity. It’s how you stay safe.

There have been times I’m my life where I have had other reactions, some also from trauma and some more authentic but right now … I have become so conditioned to be in fear that I sold my son out.

Fuck that. The more I become aware of just how often I fawn, the more motivated I become to heal. For myself. For my son. For everyone.

Communication, or the lack thereof

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I lean in

Feel the warmth of your lips against mineBut you aren’t thereI look for your gazeWhen you enter the roomBut you float right past meI check my bodyStill breathingThough I am not sure that I existI questionI don’t understandThough I want toYou answer Nothing Implying illusionNot happeningTricks of my mind My blood runs coldAnd my guts twistAnd my mind spinsAs I’m reminded I am nothingNot worthy of loveNot worthyOf even an explanation

The Impossible Task of Living Whilst Sick

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I made it out to the garden today. I was able to tolerate walking around, checking on the plants for about five minutes.
This is huge. I have not been outside since I came down with covid over two weeks ago . I rarely watch TV anymore but I’ve been doing nothing but laying on the couch watching movies. I haven’t even been well enough to read.
I was watching Titanic the other day. I don’t think I’ve ever watched that movie without crying. The love story gets to me. I am a hopeless romantic whether I like to admit it or not. I also find it hard to separate myself from the tragedy of it all through time. How terrifying it must have been to have really been there. The chaos and the uncertainty. The way such things bring out the best and the worst in people and how I’m not sure which breaks my heart more…both, I suppose, in different ways.
Though I’ve seen it many times and not in many years, I found myself a huddled mess of tears and snot, sobbing with an ache in my chest usually reserved for tragedies of my own making.
This viewing filled me with the understanding of the beauty of life and the gift that it is, tragedy and all. Simultaneously, all of the grief of my life threatened to drown me.
The truth is that I was already incredibly sick before my son contracted covid and I did what most moms do…cared for him, knowing it was going to take me down much harder than it did him. The truth is, I’ve been mostly bedridden since my trip to the ER when I attempted to go camping in July. While my blood tests are showing evidence of healing that is taking place within my body, my body is yet to show any signs of improvement. Quite the opposite in fact.
Chronic illness is complicated. I can be filled with awe and gratitude for my life and the wonderful things in it while feeling tremendous guilt that I am wasting it. I am not able to be the mom and partner that I could be if I were not ill. There are so many ways in which I have to compromise myself and my values because of a body that will not cooperate no matter how hard I will it to. Though I know better, it is hard not to feel that I am too blame.
I’m living with a lot of shame.
I do believe that I am healing. Now if I could just figure out how to live while sick.

Sick and Tired

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I am sick and I am tired.

Very literally. Every second of every moment of every day for the past nearly eleven years.

There is no break from this for me.

Today I’m talking more figuratively than literally, however.

I am so sick and tired of the lack of awareness around many, if not most, chronic illnesses. I’m tired of the misinformation,the stigma,the biases. I’m sick of the judgement and the mistreatment. I am just so very sick and tired.

Recently, I went to the doctor, to my primary care physician. This is a new doctor. My previous PCP dropped me without warning because I had not been to their office in three years. The appointment I had only served as a reminder of why I avoid doctors visits unless absolutely necessary.

I have recently started seeing a naturopathic doctor for mold toxicity/CFS (CIRS, fibromyalgia…the diagnoses do not matter…the symptoms and getting to the roots does). She, the naturopath, asked me to see my primary to get some follow up blood tests and an exam. If her medical director did the exam, I’d have to pay out of pocket. Knowing my financial situation, she was trying to save me money.

Even though I brought my labs that had just been done, showing abnormalities that should be investigated further (suggesting diabetes and possible liver infection), this new PCP refused to do the exam until after he reran the original tests. He also completely ignored my request for him to communicate with my naturopath. Ignored, not refused, he acted like I was not speaking.

To say I’m over our current medical system is an understatement.