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It’s been so long since my last post.  In the time during my absence, a notable change has occurred – the end of one decade of my life and the beginning of another one, yes, since my last post two months ago I have turned 30 years of age!  Of course, the occasion was somewhat low-key, opting for a spa break consisting of being pampered instead of a large party with family and friends which could only exacerbate new feelings of fatigue, and which flashing lights and loud music would be intolerant for the dizziness and vertigo that are already problematic.
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It’s funny that when on the precipice of such a milestone is the reflection, not just on the past thirty years of one’s life but a reflection on future plans and the possibilities that lie ahead for the next thirty years.  Then there is the barrage of questions that people pose on such occasions, such as “How do you feel?” or “What are your plans now?” It’s as if people view these birthday milestones, such as turning 30, 40, 50 as a beginning of a whole new chapter of our lives.  The past finished within the pages of previous chapters and we are reborn as whole new characters in the story of our lives with endless opportunities that await us in the big wide world.
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When living with a neurological condition, or other chronic illnesses, however, the view is very much different…for us, these milestones are not the precipice for change and unfortunately are not reborn with a new future and endless possibilities awaiting us.  Our bodies are still very much broken and the symptoms that tormented us during the previous chapters that are the story of our lives still very much exist.

Pain, fatigue, dizziness amidst the other symptoms that I live with was unaware and didn’t care that it was my thirtieth birthday and they still made their presence felt on a day that was mine.  And even since, my thirtieth birthday the promise of a new beginning and chapter has proved to be unfruitful, and the symptoms have been unrelenting as ever.

This has especially been true regarding the pain and trembling in both of my legs.  Recently, I read a book that described the pain as a universal human experience.  Whether the pain is a physical sensation or through emotional turmoil, pain is something that we will all experience during our lives.

And I totally agree, but although we are all united in the shared experience of pain, isn’t it funny that when we are in the midst of experiencing pain, it feels like an entirely lonely place? This was the case during our recent spa break, when I found myself, in the early hours of my birthday, in excruciating pain while sharing a twin room with my Mum who was sound asleep.

Preparing to start writing a new chapter
Preparing to start writing a new chapter

Trapped in a body where the pain is ravaging my legs, in unfamiliar surroundings and during the early hours of the morning where everything was still and silent,  felt completely alone as if I were the only person alive experiencing pain.  Of course, I am not and visiting social media sites such as Twitter and reading the posts from others emphasises the realisation that I am not alone in the fight against chronic pain and that there is an unwavering amount of support from those who understand and live with pain themselves.

It was not just the pain however that has made me feel lonely and isolated as of late, but also the severe trembling of the legs that has often rendered me unable to venture far from wherever I am at the time.  More time being spent lying on my bed reading or watching TV programmes or films on my iPad.  Even going out, more time is spent sitting in coffee shops enjoying the warm, luxurious taste of hot chocolate while talking with whomever I’m with or spending some time reading.  Anything but traipsing around shops as legs often feel like they are too weak to support my weight.  This has been particularly emphasised by the number of times my legs have collapsed from under me leading to some rather embarrassing falls in public.

The pain and trembling it seems has made my world smaller once again.  Perhaps that is why I have found myself reading more books in recent times, as the stories that I am reading is able to take my mind to new places when my body is limiting to the places that I can physically visit.

In our lives we find that a lot of chapters close and new ones begin, waiting to be written but certain elements within our personal journeys remain, such as living with a neurological condition, chronic illness or disability as an example.  However, that is not to say that they have to dictate our narrative, or that the narrative cannot change. It just means that we need to take over the reins of the journey and find ways to take back our control and new ways to cope with the obstacles that are in our way.  As the esteemed writer, Nora Ephron famously said: “Be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”
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And as I wave goodbye to my twenties and enter a new decade of my life, I hope to become the heroine of my own story, to look forward to the future and the new possibilities and opportunities that lie ahead…

According to the Oxford English Dictionary; the definition of change as a verb is “make or become different.”   As a noun, change is defined as “an act or process through which something become different.”  In other words it is a transformation from one state to another.

Being diagnosed and living with chronic illness can be perfectly described by the word ‘change’ as our whole world is transformed from one of normality to one which includes numerous doctors and hospital visits as well as daily treatments.  But transforming from being healthy to one with a long-term chronic illness is not the only change that occurs when illness takes ahold of the patient.  Relationships, hobbies, like and dislikes as well as daily routines are all impacted by chronic illness and can change as a result.  Personalities can change also, from someone who was outgoing, bubbly and happy can change to someone who is quiet, reserved, and has a low mood as a result of being diagnosed with a long-term health condition.  Once, a person loves nothing but a night out with friends, but often when a chronic illness sets in then a night-in wearing comfortable pyjamas and watching TV seems like the idyll.   Illness changes every part of a patient’s life.

But how has it changed my life?  This is a great question, especially the long-term condition which I live with started during infancy.  In this instance the changes have been more subtle; slowly progressing but changes nonetheless.  Before my condition started progressing and becoming worse, I had no problems with walking, sure, my legs started feeling stiff and uncomfortable but other than that I could walk fine.  Then, the condition progressed, making my balance worse as well as worsening pain and weakness in my legs.  And as a result mobility accessories was another change that presented itself in my life – first was my cane, then the crutch and now I rely on a wheelchair when I go out.

Relationships in my life has also changed, once I was a dutiful daughter, happy to complete chores to help out around the house, now however, I am increasingly reliant on my parents for help  – help cleaning around the house as well as my bedroom, help making meals and sometimes even simpler tasks such as making a sandwich, as well as helping me get to the bathroom when my legs are really bad.  Often it feels as if our relationship has changed from that of parent and daughter to that of carer and patient.  Friendship has been a constant change too in my life; often than not, friends don’t seem to stay very long in my life, whether or not they get bored with me saying no to day or nights out because of illness.  Or perhaps they feel resentment for the need to pick me whenever we make plans because of my inability to drive due to my condition.

A lot of the friends I have met through the blog and Twitter who are also battling chronic illness has also talked about the change in their lives but I like to think that although there are a lot of negative changes that illness inflicts upon our lives it also has many positives, such finding each other through illness and finding connections between our lives because of it.  Through illness it has helped us make very real, supportive and life-long friendships that will long remain.  But also, living with a life-long chronic condition can also make us more understanding,  and emphatic towards others.  Illness does not mean the end but can change us into more beautiful and understanding human beings.  Perhaps this can best be summed up by the proverb:

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This post is for the October edition of the Patients for a Moment Blog Carnival which is being curated by Life with RA is a Pain.

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