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Arriving at Acceptance, the Stages of an Illness

 

EmusedoneWith this new year has come a strange calm. A feeling that the control I thought I didn’t have I’ve never really lost. That being a healthy, active wife, mother for years to suddenly a disabled shadow of a person wasn’t because an illness came and took over, taking my control with it and making me a useless burden. But rather I was never promised the perfect life without struggles, and that is a good thing. Because it’s honestly is through the struggles of illness I have grown to be a better wife, mother and now grandmother.

There are hundreds of books by inspiring writers who are soldiering through illnesses, situations, troubles. On any given day I can turn the television on and accidentally end up watching an inspiring interview of a person who is beating the odds and thriving during adversity or scroll down my Facebook Newsfeed to see more inspiring stories, situations that are far worse than mine could ever be. It’s during these moments I realize that had I not “gotten” Lupus or struggled with Achalasia I think I would have just turned the channel, or just kept scrolling down my Newsfeed until a funny video caught my eye or a new recipe looked like something I should copy down. That my illnesses have made me more in tune to others. Their stories inspire me, some break my heart, some anger me and push me to join the cause. My illnesses opened up a world, one of compassion, understanding and strength. Continue reading Arriving at Acceptance, the Stages of an Illness

REMEMBERING My Family SAVED Me 💙

Source: My Family SAVED Me 💙

This is a post I wrote in 2015. About my sister and brother in law. I lost them both, my sister in January and my brother in law the year before. I never dreamed they’d be gone so soon. I never dreamed I would lose them. Family is forever though

Meaning in my Mornings (my mornings are mean)

I said earlier, struggles will come and go, it’s life and this particular struggle has entered my mornings in the past year. It has taken me almost a year to search for meaning in it, because I have to always figure out what the heck?! Why this?’ if I’m the only person who feels this in the mornings, is there a fix? So, I finally Googled “morning depression” because that’s it in a nutshell. I’m awakened every morning in a horrible depression. Usually I’m sweating, in pain, almost paralyzed from even turning over much less putting my feet on the floor and trying to wake myself up from this horrible experience.

Once awake, and when I’ve managed to sit up for awhile, about an hour, the whole event, the depression, sweat, pain fades. On its own, without even a sip of water, it fades. Every single morning.

I’ve prayed before falling asleep that my morning will be normal, my old normal, where it just takes me a bit to wake up, my joints are sore but I’m used to it. I would always greet morning with anticipation of what the day will bring, what needs to be done today, etc.

But, this morning depression has pushed its way to the number one issue I dread, edging out the Achalasia pain when you can’t swallow and everything Lupus. Beating myself up has become a daily exercise.

However, I’ve felt, in my heart, that I need to find reasons followed by SOLUTIONS for this morning depression. Not the old me, where I’d find possible reasons and continue on searching all the bad, sad, negative stories, thus bringing me down even more and pushing that hope I’ve always had so far back in my mind that I felt no hope. I would just feel that this was yet another rotten symptom of my illnesses that I had to learn to live with.

That’s the difference here, an uncomfortable symptom appears, throw my hands up and say, “why me?! Really?! What more can happen?” Never say that, because something more can happen and you’ve (me, this isn’t a “how to handle things” blog, it’s me writing for myself. Getting it out, to revisit when dark days roll through) set yourself up for continually feeling as if you’re being punished. I’m not being punished, I happen to have Achalasia, systemic Lupus, and with these illnesses come symptoms, and with these symptoms come the challenge to identify ways, if not a cure, but at least to learn why and how to make them easier to deal with. Knowledge is power, with this power comes hope.

So, back to this morning depression thing. Since I’ve learned to research with a positive mindset instead of searching to find reasons to feel hopeless, I’ve been figuring out what may be happening and attempting to write things down to compare what might be leading to this. I’ve found an entire group of people who deal with this and the reasons, the research being done, how my current illnesses may be leading to it and how to try and change my nutrition or medications to see if I can ease it.

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Achalasia isn’t a Rock Band

Once upon a time I was dealing with systemic lupus. An illness which brought my life as I knew it for 40 years to a halt. I grew up on a cattle ranch and also raised and trained quarter horses. I enjoyed a fun career as a horse wrangler/trainer and stunt woman in films & television. However the symptoms of Lupus made it impossible to continue.

Since the diagnosis 16 years ago I’ve learned to live and deal with Lupus SLE. In my previous posts, I ranted and complained, I also blamed. But the title of my blog is Praise You in this Storm. There was no praising going on. I have to say that this attitude did nothing to help me nor did it help others dealing with lupus and for that, I’m sorry. Because I found other bloggers who truly did offer help, and hope. THAT is what I needed. Now that I’ve been diagnosed with another illness that has caused me more pain and suffering than anything, I realize the need for a positive, more helpful blog. Sharing the journey of my Achalasia illness, how it progressed and what I’m hopeful for.

Achalasia is a condition where the esophagus closes off, in my case at the bottom, so swallowing has become almost impossible. This condition progresses quickly, so what began as food and liquid getting stuck and requiring me to wait for it to go down or run a spit it out is now a painful condition which has caused me to lose a lot of weight (from 110 lbs. back down to 88 lbs. and currently trying to gain) due to either not eating because I’m afraid of the acute pain which has been mistaken for a pancreatitis attack, or due to vomiting food and liquid that pooled at the bottom and absolutely wouldn’t go down.

Several hospital stays later, a doctor who listened to my symptoms and didn’t interrupt me with ideas of why I have abdominal pain and vomiting later, I received the diagnostic tests which conclusively diagnosed Achalasia.

While in the hospital they attempted to insert a nasal feeding tube but it kept hanging up and I would choke. So, I had a barium swallow test and it showed how the barium just stopped in my esophagus. Then an endoscopy called an EGD was done and another called an EUS showed how my esophagus closed.

Since those tests, the GI Specialists all agreed that I had Achalasia and said there was a surgery available that would help me. My Achalasia was bad and wasn’t just a annoying condition, for whatever reason, maybe due to lupus, Achalasia progressed so quickly.

I was sent to see the surgeon who would do the POEM surgery but this is where my journey went downhill fast.

He looked over all the results and felt I had GERD and acid reflux even though I’d never had heartburn or any problem of burning. He decided to repeat the endoscopies. I did have the esophageal manometry test which proved I did have a definite problem with my esophagus closing off.

I’ve yet to have my surgery. It’s been almost a year since I was told I needed to have it. This year has been filled with additional endoscopies, consultations with the surgeon, appointments canceled for me because, even though my insurance had paid thousands of dollars and 100% on repeat procedures, I had a balance I was paying on. But I wasn’t paying it quickly enough. I owed $800 but had already paid at least $8,000 between insurance and myself. I showed up with $180 at my follow up appointment to get back on track and see the original GI Specialist who diagnosed Achalasia but it wasn’t enough of a payment and my appointment was canceled and I was turned away.

Meanwhile I am suffering, I’m not complaining here, I’m just saying I’m suffering and afraid of how quickly this illness has progressed. The last endoscopy my biopsy showed Barrettes Esophagus now.

I’m frustrated and I can certainly gather the money to pay what the clinic is requesting but I’ve become numb. I feel like the money is more important than the patient. I’ve had 4 or 5 endoscopies in the last 12 months, consultations, hospital stay. Everything but $800 is paid and I’m paying that off. But putting your health and esophagus in the hands of a group who turned me away after I’ve been through so much additional testing, trusting they know what they’re doing but suddenly one surgeon changes the diagnosis. Then, he doesn’t do the surgery but rather a balloon dilation I didn’t know he did until I requested my records.

I just want this problem fixed and it’s all so strange. How I was so glad they’d finally diagnosed me. How they gave me hope, there’s a surgery they can do! I follow directions and contact the surgeon I’m matched with, and because he’s a GERD Specialist my surgery gets put off and the hunt for a GERD diagnosis begins.

I know I have Achalasia. I believe the 3 Specialists who have looked, tested and found I do. But I’m at a road block. It’s difficult for me to bring the money, hand it over, then I’m allowed to see the wizard. That’s how it feels.

I didn’t ask for numerous, costly diagnostic procedures. I was diagnosed the first round.

But I must have fallen through the cracks. Or the surgeon really thinks a balloon fixed it (it didn’t, I’m worse), or they just don’t want me as a patient. I don’t know and I don’t know what to do, how to proceed.

I’m trying to be honest with myself, give the clinic the benefit of the doubt, trusting of a surgeon who wouldn’t let me talk, stopped all progress towards the surgery.

When your weak from your illness, it’s very hard to advocate for yourself. I think last week, being turned away from my long awaited appointment because I was $40 short in the cash I brought to pay on my bill, just broke me inside. I lost hope that a doctor really wants to help me.

MY LUPUS JOURNEY 2013 to Now

A republish of a post 5 years ago. I thought the worst had hit, but I was wrong. More illnesses and tougher battles and loss. Lupus SLE, Achalasia, pancreatitis, just a list of this and that! But, within the brokenness of these cruel illnesses is an understanding that what I see that is beautiful is so much more beautiful now. I take nothing for granted, I love with everything I have inside my heart. Like I said, Life is a GIFT, No matter how it’s wrapped.

This short video is how, in less than one year, a Lupus SLE flare took me for a ride. From feeling good and healthy to the brink of death. Then the struggle to gain back as much of me as I’ve been able to. I have a ways to go but I’m on my way.

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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Bitter Pills

imageThe Hits or “Pills” as I call them, keep coming. I again take from Kara’s blog, a kindred spirit. What she’s blogged is what I feel but have been unable to put into words.

But here goes….
These big pills life keeps throwing have been tough to swallow. They are nasty, big, painful and they are refusing to go down. To those that know me and have cared, thank you for hearing my heavy heart. Thank you for loving me in the midst of my fear and despair. I’m tired of me. Thank you for hanging in here with me. I love you and every prayer you pray for me. To my friends and family, forgive me for avoiding you. My pain is great both inside and out, and I’m fighting out of this hole. Please know you are much loved. Your acts of kindness may seem small to you but are huge to me. I so appreciate that when you seek me out, it is to share a smile and not ask of me anything. You don’t point out the mountains that stand in my way, reminding me I have to eventually climb them, you don’t ask questions. Because you know me well enough to see it on my face, or by my actions, that I’m not well and that I’m fighting. You understand that I do not want to talk about my illness. I don’t want to be reminded I feel horrible. I know I’m missing out on important friendships and relationships but I’m sick and trying to act anything other than that is too hard for me now.

I’m Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz standing with my little dog Sophie in the long hallway, and the wizard is behind the curtain, I finally get a moment of his precious time, he will see me now. When I pull the curtain back there sits a man with a white lab coat and a name written on it.

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