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Tuesday 30 September 2014

Don't fear the reaper

Sorry, pretty morbid title! But death has been on my mind recently.

Not necessarily as a looming, fearful incident, but more a niggling certainty. Almost like a transatlantic flight I really need to plan for. 

I know everyone has 'mortality moments' when you realise you are not indestructible. At some point, life will end for you. But your awareness of this becomes heightened when you are 'properly' ill. With modern healthcare being so good, it's easy to believe that something can always be done to preserve your life. But one day, the options are going to run out. 

It seems an obvious thing to say, but it seems likely that my death will be caused by RA or diabetes. That might be when I'm 80, but these two lifelong friends are likely to be contributors. When one of them is profoundly affecting daily living, it is easy to imagine this event far sooner. My joints have been really playing up, so I'm feeling pretty unwell at the moment. That's probably why this grim thought has been hanging around my head.

Now, I'm not 'afraid' of death - I believe in a loving God and that dying is not a disaster! But I do worry I won't get to experience all the wonderful things in this world. Mainly, I worry for my husband and the Little One.

As I was pondering unaffordable life insurance quotes and wanting to discuss a Domesday Plan with my husband, a very famous phrase popped into my head. "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" This has often seemed to me a twee platitude that people use when they don't know what to say, but suddenly Jesus' famous question became very literal and very relevant. I might die next week, but thinking about it isn't going to change it. Far better to spend valuable thought space on the wonders of today - playing with the Little One, eating fresh tomatoes from the garden, chatting to a good friend.

As a family, we only have a rough game plan should I die, but we figure there's nicer things to plan for!

Friday 19 September 2014

With a little help from my friends

Yesterday was a Bad Day. It started off OK, but after popping out with the Little One for a couple of hours, I found myself very sore, completely exhausted and pretty grumpy. As I heard myself barking unreasonable orders at my toddler, I realised all was not well. My husband came home from work later than expected and returned to a messy house with a fractious wife and son. By the time he had cooked dinner it was way too late for the Little One, who was exhausted by the time he got to go to bed. I sat with a grey cloud over my head thinking about how rubbish the afternoon had been. Great!

Days like yesterday happen sometimes - you feel rubbish in your mind and body and every task becomes a huge problem. My chest infection still hasn't cleared so I can't take my proper medication; the result is that I'm back to pre-diagnosis symptoms. It's annoying, but over recent weeks God has given me the grace to be dealing with it well. And then yesterday happened.

I'm very thankful for a faithful friend who, after hearing my dramatic account of yesterday's traumas, asked me this morning, "How did you deal with it?" For me, that question showed me the key to whether I go to bed having had an Awful Day or not.

The reason that I was so stressed by how I felt was that I was trying to do it alone. Despite overcoming many fears (and a huge amount of pride) about asking for help this year, there are still moments when stoic endurance seems best to me. My friend's question made me realise that I didn't deal with it. Refusing to get support meant nothing could change yesterday afternoon.

But today I realised I could be different. Having slept little overnight and still feeling physically rotten, I texted my mum, mother-in-law and two good friends, all of whom have helped look after the Little One today. I've been able to sleep, rest and eat properly. I've also been able to think through yesterday's events and what they mean for me.

Asking for help does mean eating my pride. It also means choosing to believe that friends and family value my health above their comfort - something I know is true. I don't know why the though of inconveniencing someone bothers me so much. If a friend asked me for help, I would always relish the opportunity. It's funny how we judge ourselves so differently to others.

Another thing I'm learning it's that letting people help you can benefit them as well as you. As I've let my mum and some close friends do my hoovering, look after the Little One and give me lifts, I can feel our relationships deepen. When I'm at my most vulnerable, I'm also most real. And who doesn't want a real friend? Spending extra time with people also gives us more opportunity to chat about how they are. I hope I can be a good friend by listening, and hearing about their lives helps me become less focused on my own issues.

So, it wasn't a great experience, but here's what I'm taking from my Bad Day:

  1. Ask for help when you need it. There are wonderful people who I trust and who I know want the best for me.
  2. It's not always a big deal. While a task might involve pain and difficulty for me, it is probably easy as pie for someone else. So asking them to do it for me isn't as big a deal as I imagine. Cleaning the bathroom might be a marathon to me, but I need to remember my perception is a little warped at the moment.
  3. Warning signs. It's not OK to be unreasonable with the Little One. Losing it with him is a sure-fire indicator that it's time to ask for some help. Barking crossly is not allowed!
  4. When the boot's on the other foot... When someone asks me for help, I need to recognise the privilege this is, and honour their request, if I can.

Monday 1 September 2014

Mastering the balancing act

Worrying about how your choices will impact your health can add a whole new level of stress to life when you're unwell. This is a challenge I have been pondering lately - I'm fully aware that adding this extra stress only makes things worse, but still find myself going into spirals of worry.

When in good health, I tend to be quite an active person. I don't work at the moment as I'm at home with my toddler, but when I'm feeling well I fill days with seeing friends, community work and a growing passion for craft (predictably 'mummy', I know!) Over the past year, this 'get-involved' side of me has been a bit crushed. I've often not wanted to leave the house as I'm in pain or just so tired, and the idea of facing the world (particularly with the Little One) has just been too hard. Commitments have been dropped all over the place, something I never would have done before. Even the loveliest of social plans have been cancelled.

Often cancelling or stepping out of an arrangement is the right thing to do health-wise, but it can cause an immense feeling of guilt to set in. I see friends carrying on, making new friends, being 'useful' - and I feel like I'm second-rate. I also know I can't give all I'd like to to the things I am still involved with, like our church youth work. And somewhere in my programming there's a bit of code that tells me if I am not full of purpose, I am wasting my life.

Now, I know these feelings are not helpful, and they don't reflect the truth about me or how people see me. But they can be very real when you are in a low place. I am realising that I have a choice to believe the positive over things that will bring me down. Some would call this faith - believing in something that defies your senses at that moment in time. The truth is that I am not 'useless', my friends love me and want to help and I am still as valuable when I'm doing 'nothing'.

This uselessness guilt hits especially hard with my toddler. My one job is to raise him, and sometimes I feel like he gets a second class service - he wants to be carried and I can't pick him up, or he has crisps for lunch because I can't summon the energy to make a sandwich. But I know those blips count for very little in the scheme of our wonderful relationship. The truth is that I am a really good mum! I hope he learns as much as I do as we muddle through the tricky times together.

So how do you combat the guilt and disappointment? Working out what triggers these feelings has been an important exercise. Comparing your inside to someone else's outside will never give you an accurate view of how contented your acquaintances really are. Social media can be a killer - often I see others' 'relationships', careers and families flourishing and instead of feeling pleased for them, a sour jealousy can creep in. "I should have that, I should be 'normal'. It's my right!" I have to keep myself in check, or just not go on Facebook in the first place.

I have found that reminding myself of what I can do is very important - I might not be able to meet up with a friend, but I can text or call them. I might not be able to help practically with the DIY, but I can be encouraging and interested in what's going on. I might not be able to take my son on the train today, but we can take a ride in a big cardboard box in our living room. And next week maybe we can walk to the station.

Once you've dealt with the emotional balancing act, there is the practical issue of actually getting well. The ever-changing scale of medications and side-effects. Some can't be taken with others, some require lifestyle changes (less red wine, boooo) and some just aren't worth the hassle. When I was first diagnosed with RA I was given steroids, but these sent my blood sugars crazy, and I decided the pain relief wasn't worth the increased risk to my long-term health (hyperglycaemia = bad). It can be a bit of a nightmare running a cost-benefit analysis on every drug you take, and of course, it can add pressure to a frayed emotional state. They may be obvious, but here are the rules I work to in order to make good medication decisions:
  • Listen to your doctor's advice, but ask lots of questions, making sure you mention all your symptoms, all the drugs you already take and any past experiences you've had. GPs in particular may have all the info they need on a screen under their nose, but they often don't read it. This is not necessarily their fault; a GP has a few short minutes to read it all, see you and send you off with a course of action. At my surgery, it is impossible to see the same doctor more than once in a year, so I feel like I'm recounting my medical history once a fortnight at the moment!
  • Write things down - questions to ask before the consultation, and the answers you are given. I do with with consultants that you might not see very often - make sure you get your moneys' worth!
  • Decide what your health priority is for the next month - do you have to shift an infection? Do you need to be pain-free for a special occasion? If you are clear before you are sat in front of a medical professional giving you options, you will feel better about making a decision. Of course, you may need to flex according to the advice you are given, but only you know about your life circumstances and priorities.
  • Always read the leaflets, and go back with questions if you think anything looks dodgy. I've been prescribed drugs that are a definite nono with my Methotrexate - scary!
I don't think the balancing act will ever totally stop when you are living with a long-term condition, but the scales will level off for periods of time. I m realising I need to be thankful for those times, fill them with things I love to do and not be anxiously waiting for the balance to tip.

Here's what I've learned in the past year about making tricky decisions: 
  1. Baby steps. Taking a 'risk' can be something as small as walking to meet a friend rather than driving. Taking the scarier option in minor decisions has left me feeling more confident and positive about the future. When you experience a little bit of "Yes, I can do this!" it can really change your outlook.
  2. Say it like it is. There's no point hiding things from your close friends and family. This is a hard one - I hate sounding like a moaner, and sometimes feel it's my duty to give some positive news. How dare I still be feeling so unwell?! But in my experience, locking down just makes me more prone to comparing my life to others and feeling inadequate. When I'm really honest, it gives people a chance to really care for you. If they won't do that, I doubt the friendship is worth much anyway.
  3. Making mistakes is OK. Maybe my five-hour Christmas shopping trip last December wasn't a great idea. But at least I learned that more frequent, shorter sprees were more manageable. And a day recovering on the sofa is not the worst penance!