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Why is Everything I Want a Secret?

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While looking through quotes and inspirational affirmations I’m struck by the use of the phrase, “The SECRET to…”
The SECRET to being happy
The secret to being content
The secret to being successful
The secret to losing weight
The secret to gaining weight
SECRET? As if each one of these things really fall under the meaning of the word SECRET.
In the dictionary, the very definition of SECRET has nothing to do with how to gain the things, feelings, experiences we desire because SECRET means something meant to be kept unknown, or something meant to be unknown, such as where you hid the cookie jar from the children who happen to love the Oreos. Or “Hey Marge, what’s your secret to such shiny floors?!” “Oh Ella, it’s vinegar! I use it for EVERYTHING! But don’t tell, it will be our little secret.”

I think it’s rather smug of those who write books, give lectures, or advice citing they’re going to tell you their secret to happiness. That is the one that really gets to me.
How people choose to feel, or what they strive for in their lives is not secrets. It’s available to us all.

Below is the Merriam-Webster dictionary meaning of SECRET.
The use of the word, SECRET or phrase, “The Secret to…” sets us up to thinking what we desire or aspire to is so unattainable that it’s kept under lock and key, available only to scholars, the righteous, the enlightened.
No, these things we seek aren’t secret at all. They are for the taking, free, meant not to be kept “unknown” or hidden. Every human being has access to it, and once some of us realize this it’s easier to attain and for some may just lose its importance to us. As in, if there’s a secret to happiness, well maybe it will require covert activities and great difficulty in finding it and I’ve got dinner to cook, kids to bathe, groceries to buy, a house to clean, a job to do. I say No again, it’s not a secret. It’s attainable and may require work on ourselves. No one holds the key to these things we want, it’s a matter of what we aspire and then looking to ourselves for its priority in our life. If it’s very important to us, we live long enough, we’ll figure it out. Maybe what we want doesn’t even exist in its total, perceived form, so it’s a secret, that’s only for conspiracy theorist to figure out. Good luck with that.

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What Does a Girl Got to do Around Here to Get Some Service?!

You know something is taking over your thoughts, your days, your life when your iPhone automatically types out Achalasia when you type an “a” and a “c.”

88 lbs. and Not Happy

My iPhone’s predictive text ability, something I wasn’t aware of until the word, “Achalasia” would pop up allowing me to simply hit my space bar to insert the word that was easy enough to remember how to spell but how nice not to have to type each letter out! Well not really because it meant that Achalasia was a word I typed a lot. Therefore predictive text took over. A great tip for iPhone users but a harsh reality for me that this word showed up in my texts, notes, emails, searches so much it became “predictive,” she is going to type that word again. That word is a medical condition that is rare? Experts stating 1 in 100,000 sufferers? I believe that but why do I always have to have the odd or special problems? I’m special, no doubt, but this special? This isn’t something I want to be special for.

January 22, 2018 marked a year since being told, conclusively, I have Achalasia. Yet, the procedure which was explained to me as the treatment to relieve this horrible condition, the surgery the hospital GI specialists told me I would have still hasn’t happened. It isn’t because I don’t have insurance or they found I didn’t really have Achalasia. I definitely do, I’ve had all the follow-up diagnostic tests to confirm. My problem swallowing has gotten worse if that’s even possible but it is. Why? Why haven’t I had a procedure, any procedure from POEM to Heller? Well it’s because of a crazy year of mix-ups, falling through cracks, the passing of my dear, sweet sister who just wanted me to get fixed and not suffer, my missed appointments because I already had three of those endoscopies, are you sure I’m to have another? My life and my questioning has delayed my ultimate goal. But through this year I’ve become anxious, I had so many negative experiences with doctors that I had just had it. I wanted to give up and try to live with Achalasia. But you can’t, at least I cant. It’s too painful and in July another EDG (endoscopy) which was to be another surgeon’s look to make SURE I have Achalasia ended up with a balloon dilation that didn’t help and a call from the nurse several weeks later informing me the lab results were back from biopsies taken and I now have Barrett’s Esophagus. This Barrett’s thing I’m frankly too tired to explain but I will say that seven months prior I didn’t have it. Could waiting so long, and putting off the surgery be causing me more problems that are serious enough to get it done already! I don’t know anymore.

So Thin, So Sick

To be fair, I’m at fault for canceling and bringing to a halt the follow up consultation with the surgeon who didn’t do a surgery to fix, but did repeat diagnostic endoscopies to look for himself. He was to be the surgeon who would do the Achalasia surgery but he didn’t have all the results from the previous EDG’s and EUS’s and barium swallows and CT scans, etc. So I was to learn that more procedures would be ordered so he would have the important information he needed to proceed.

However, my husband and I were about to experience his interrupting first consultation, leaving us feeling like we’d just experienced the ultimate “minimization of your symptoms. You’re not that sick and I know why” consult. It was a “no you’re not going to tell me what you are suffering from, I’m going to tell you and it’s going to be based upon questions I will ask and will answer too because what you are saying isn’t what I think you should be saying….. you aren’t throwing up, you have acid reflux. That extreme pain you’re feeling, the one when the liquid is trying to move through your esophagus but can’t and it feels just like your pancreatitis pain? That’s heart burn. ” By the way, after leaving I tried heart burn medication I purchased myself just in case that was it! But it wasn’t going to be that easy. That medication did nothing, absolutely nothing.

When I woke up from the EDG he did, I experienced another traumatic procedure and another rude, dismissal.

I’m On My Way Up

So the fact I have just had it with the medical establishment is an understatement. But I have to say, there is always hope. I’ve drawn on that hope, remembering the three different specialists in agreement and informing me that finally, they’ve all found what I was suffering from. It’s their consultations I cling to. I believe them, and I cancelled further visits with the surgeon and have decided to wait and see the original GI Specialists who give me hope. Even though one of them rushed into my hospital room after a week’s stay of pain and worry to tell my husband and I, “I looked at the EDG and yes, my colleague was right, Achalasia! I have to run, I’m picking my wife up at the airport and I better not be late or I’ll hear about it!” We looked at each other and fortunately his phone was charged enough to Google Achalasia so we would know what it is.

Bring on the Chubby Cheeks!

These doctors that found Achalasia need to see that I didn’t get that surgery. That I’m worse and quite frankly I’m afraid of doctors and hospitals because I’ve learned some hard lessons through all of this. That you can tell them your symptoms all you want but it just takes one doctor or nurse to doubt you and prolong your agony. But it takes just one doctor who sees you lying in a bed, wasting away, to take a moment to sit down and talk with you, not to you, but with you. Not rushed to speed through your symptoms, but to look you in the eye and you know they’re listening and not interrupting you. You relax and you finally tell your story, history, and your hopes. Having a doctor ask you, “what is the worst part of your sickness this visit? What do YOU think could be causing this?” Then they calmly go through a list of legitimate questions allowing me to answer and finally you hear it, the only thing you honestly want to hear, a true, sincere quest to help you, “well, we are going to do everything we can to identify what is causing this. Hopefully we will be able to and if we can’t I know of another specialty hospital that has more diagnostic tools we may refer you to.” Music to my ears, a feeling of relief like no other, instant tears of gratitude and sheer exhaustion once he leaves the room. I dropped my head down and sobbed, he heard me, he’s going to try and get to the bottom of this. Thank you Lord for this doctor.

This is the doctor I have an appointment to see. The specialist in a group of specialists that know their stuff and I trust. Saying I trust a doctor is a huge step forward for me. I honestly am afraid to go to a hospital now. I’m afraid of procedures. I’m just afraid of the very people who are trained to heal us. I’m not going through my entire story why, but it’s well founded fear and I now have an advocate with me at all appointments and hospital stays. I honestly could write a book about my experiences if I was a writer, but I’m not.

I have come a long way from my many years of health and active pursuits. Training, raising and competing with horses, working in film and television with animals to working for the judicial department in my state as a judicial assistant (law clerk, bailiff, judge’s assistant). To the year I became very sick and told I had to stay in the hospital for days. Since then I’ve been diagnosed with a lot of things, all wrong. But I don’t blame anyone, they did the best they could do with the tools they had and sent me on my way. From pancreatic cancer “possibility” from dark masses seen on a scan to a simple case of “gastritis” diagnosed once that mass disappeared. I’ve had my shares of highs and lows.

I'm Getting ThereI just guess some of us must take the long way round to get to our destination. Others get there quicker, for whatever reason, it doesn’t matter and like I always say, it’s not so much the journey but rather the destination. If you arrive at your destination that hope and tenacity fueled you to, that’s the blessing. I’m almost there, and everything before this day will just be memories of the situations that taught me patience and made me grow as a hopeful, strong person who doesn’t feel people don’t want to help you, it’s all about the money, rather they do want to help you and by doing so they earn that money.

My story isn’t over yet, I’m sure there’s more ups and downs to come, but that’s called life and life is precious. I’m holding at hope, this Achalasia thing will someday be less of a concern of mine. I’m pretty sure about that.

Let’s Be Honest….Rowing My Boat

This summarizes being ill.... Just Keep Rowing Your Boat!
This summarizes being ill….
Just Keep Rowing Your Boat!

I haven’t “blogged” for awhile. I haven’t felt like it.  Not inspired to share anything with anyone even though I’m the only person who probably reads this blog. I guess I didn’t want to share anything with myself it sounds like…. “SHARE” a funny word to use. You “share” your pizza, you “share” your crayons. I decided to look the definition up in the Internet dictionary.  WOW! There’s the noun definition, the verb (used with object) definition, the verb (used without object) definition, the adverb definition and the Idioms. None of which fit “sharing bad news or how bad you feel.”

I use this blog to write my feelings that need to come out in an honest way and if someone who searches the tags I use, might find it, maybe they’ll see that they are not alone in feeling miserable. Even though they Love the Lord as I do, have unshakable Faith (wait, I guess mine is NOT unshakable?) they know He walks their journey with them, but they have many hours of feeling alone, afraid, or angry. That doesn’t mean they have lost their Faith, it just means they are HUMAN. When I write, I ramble. When I talk, I ramble.  I jump all over the place, I wish I didn’t, but I do. I probably break every rule I was taught in English Comp. I KNOW I’m breaking every common core rule. But I don’t really care, WordPress has allowed us to have free blogs and dang it, I’m going to BLOG!

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Once in a blue moon

Blue Moon, July 31, 2015
Blue Moon, July 31, 2015

NOW I get it. I’ve used it many times, “once in a blue moon.” It doesn’t happen very often, and as I said, “as sure as the sun goes down and this moon comes up, I’ll be fighting.” Little did I know this event would fit my situation so well. That when you are living a life with obstacles around every corner, it’s easy to just be a negative person with no joy to be found OR be the most positive inspiration ever, smiling through your pain and telling others who suffer that they too can smile, be positive and BEAT THIS DISEASE!

I live my life in reality. If I feel crummy, I go seek out those things that have brought me joy; music, nature, the mountains, the sky, humor. So a support group for me isn’t an option, I don’t want to sit and compare my aches, my chances, or compare symptoms. I want to smile, laugh, sleep if I want. Because Lupus isn’t WHO I am, it’s an illness I have, and it doesn’t define me. That’s the positive message I want to share. That I’ll not always have the answers to my own personal struggles that come and go with lupus, but once in a blue moon it will hit me, “yes, sure today was crummy, tomorrow may be worse? So it’s time to go seek those things that brought me joy at one time. Keep fighting it. Laughter, smiling, beauty we see with the eye or hear with the ear release endorphins that no drug I’ve been prescribed yet can match for changing my crummy attitude.”

imageI was lupus tired yesterday. I figured there would be no viewing of a blue moon last night. But I set my tripod up anyway and when it showed up, well that was it! I was no longer tired, and I started snapping pictures. For an hour I forgot about struggles, aches and pains, and enjoyed a once in a blue moon moment! So, if you’re having a tough day getting through the maze of pain, illness, fear, and stumbled upon this blog, this is how I “deal” with the negative, by seeking out the positive. Doesn’t always work, but sometimes it does. I’m my own support because I know myself best.  There is beauty everywhere in this hateful world.

As sure as the sun goes down and this moon comes up, I’ll be fighting

Taken in July 2015. Made me feel good to just stare and taken it all in...
Taken in July 2015. Made me feel good to just stare and taken it all in…

I can do this.  I can. And once I’ve done it, I will help someone else hear those words and BELIEVE them.  If you can, reach out and offer your hand or your positive wisdom to someone having a crummy day.  Not for a “Nicesest Person” award for the week, but because you looked in their eyes and saw the pain you’re so familiar with.

Something I’ve realized lately as well.  When you are sick with an illness, such as MS, Cancer, CF, or my little companion, Systemic Lupus (SLE) and are in pain and dealing with all that illness brings daily… don’t have the energy or the “give a rip” to even give those who speak about you and your illness a second thought.  You don’t care to address the “but you don’t look sick” comments. It doesn’t matter what others think, you are just too busy hanging on.

The Adventures of Lupus LaRue

The names, events, situations have mostly all been changed to embellish the story because that’s how I roll

Not every moment or every day is filled with pain, brain fog and fatigue. There are times I may get a short reprieve, and I mean short, but a reprieve nonetheless from my insignificant other, Lupus SLE. After eight months of fighting with Lupus and his buddy pancreatitis. Home bound or in the hospital, I suddenly was well enough to DO something HUGE! God’s grace shown upon me and I had a solid two weeks of nearly symptom free health, I say NEARLY because lupus never totally goes on vacation. I jumped on it, and….

Me Tired
Me Tired

….like Macklemore poppin’ tags at Goodwill, I took total advantage.

I went camping. An ADVENTURE it was too. It started out innocently enough at the beautiful Crater Lake. The deepest lake in the world the brochure stated! I made my way to the lookout, where happiness filled my soul and turned into pure giddiness. I found myself dancing a little jig on my way. With my trusty guard dog, Sophie, keeping a keen eye out for bears, cougars and Bigfoot, I was ready for my adventure to begin.

Dancin' a little JIG

I was so happy to be out somewhere I asked a kind man to please take my photo so friends and family would believe that I actually did something. After handing him my iPhone, I explained that on the count of THREE to touch the round button.

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