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.