Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Loose ends

For several months now I've wanted to write the last chapter of my time of illness. For weeks now I've been thinking about writing a closing post. To finish off my story for anyone who might stumble upon this blog, or those who kindly read it. (Thank you)

Then the holidays kept me busy. Then I debated how open I wanted to be with an unknown reader. I don't share so much of my reality with many people anymore. Today there is only a small handful I would share the same kind stuff that used to I shared with just anyone before I got sick. Even less now that it looks like I'm as healed as I'm going to get. This all gave such good reasons to not write an ending.


Writing a closing post was also put off when I realized, "I should do it a year after I made my last post" That day is now, yet I still am not sure what to write. I want write honestly and tie up lose ends. But I don't like feeling venerable anymore, so I want to write protectively. I can't figure out how to do both. But I like endings to my stories. Especially when they are more pleasant than I expected. And I appreciate those who read and commented on my blog during a time that I really really needed the special experience a blog can give.

For now I am...

  • Alive.
  • A full time mom (for the past 7 months).
  • Able to walk long distances (record 3.5 miles) and get pain relief from it.
  • A Graduate from PT, but currently I'm back working on my master's degree in as I continue to figure out how to take care of this body.
  • Getting great low back/leg pain relief from a "SpinoMed" brace. (but it's only the latest in countless devices that helped...for a time)
  • Able to cook a meal and still eat with my family without increasing my general level of pain.
  • Doing projects around the house (right now a big one for Grant's birthday)
  • Working on my well practiced (but bad) habit of swearing (I lose points everyday, but Grant might have me beat)
  • Taking my kids to doc appointments, including therapy.
  • Doing homework with the 3 kids who have it.
  • Singing songs, giving kisses and talking to each child at night.
  • Driving. Especially driving to Seattle without spending all my health reserves.
  • Standing in line, sitting in chairs.
  • looking a bedroom dresser free of medical forms, notes or info sheets. (shreading/ packing up those last signs of my illness has encouraged me to finish this blog too)
  • Go to school functions, even volunteer.
  • Go out to eat.
  • Camp and other much more fun vacations.
  • Go grocery shopping, household shopping, and even shop at two stores in one day.
  • And so more that i don't even think about because it's so natural to me now.


All of those things I couldn't do without dramatic increases in my pain. Many of those things I just didn't do. Or if I did them at all, I couldn't do it without stopping to have a break to lay flat. Without headaches. Without feeling overwhelmed(which led to the yelling and before mentioned swearing). Without hurting bad enough that I whimper "I hurt" without even thinking the words. Without "paying for it." With out hating.

I couldn't have done it without:
  • My husband, who didn't wavier in kindness, parenting, house duties, support and love. Even when anger and pain had burnt me to a crisp. Without him, there would be little reason for the work it's taken to get as well as I have been able. And because of him I am more able to do all the work it takes to STAY as well as I have reached so far.
  • My primary care doc (she is also my OB) who didn't ever give up, cried with me, and celebrated with me.
  • A pain management doc (Cassius) who specializes in Marcaine injections in the spine and muscles. He managed to properly get my thyroid disorder recognized and treated. His encouragement pushed me thru the some of worst days of my illness when I gave up all narcotic pain medicine 10 months ago. My pain is not my primary thought and motivator because of his skill.
  • A good endocrinologist. Wish I found him after Alex was born, I would have remembered more of my kid's infancies instead of drowning in a dark hole after each birth...if my thyroid had been properly diagnosed and treated.
  • Therapists and med doctors who specialized in chronic pain
  • My best shrink, a great LDS guy who has known me for 9 years, who I trusted enough to hang on. And he gave me confidence in my skill so far and future ability to hang on.
  • 10 months of a general physical therapist (Joan believed in me) and a little less time with a pelvic floor physical therapist (Myndee's work and advice set the rest of my healing in forward motion).
  • A family therapist for the kids. She helped us understand how to respond to each child's different symptoms of trauma from this time. I hope none of your kids ever cry at night because they were worried that this time, this surgery their mom might die. Or become so withdrawn that there is no way to comfort them.

I wish I felt this was a safe enough space to share more without being judged. Having the stitches and wounds heal was horrible on the body. I thought I was done when the skin healed. Then a new tidal wave hit, emotionally healing from this drawn out medical roller coaster. I don't know if healing spiritually was an after shock of that wave, or it's own separate space that needed healing.

Regardless, I thought I was done. No one told me that I'd have to heal a third time, this time healing my family. Each of these steps, I didn't think I could do it. I didn't think I could face the work, do the actions or even ever feel like I accomplished anything. Each was painful in such a different way, that I can't even put them in order of "what sucked the most about this 3.5 year hell". That's 3-4 distinct stages of healing, (which each give you a huge sticker on your head that says, "judge me")(But those who wear non-polarizing glasses can see it really says, "love me")


I'm sure I've forgotten someone on this path. I've left out all non-medical people intentionally as part of my desire to not be venerable. Selfish yes, but I'm not ready. There were those people who have lifted me, answered the door and phone at important times, or had been so inspired in their actions that I felt loved when my emotions were blazing hot...those people were amazing. It was because of those kind of people like that I was able to even desire to find my faith in God and also in my church I hope they know who they are.

I'm not sure where Julie fits in here, so she gets her own place. A nanny who we were so blessed to find, blessed that she put up with us for 18 months or so, and blessed that the situation was such that we were able to ease me back into motherhood slowly. Boy, were those tough weeks as I was given back the job title of "full time mom". I wasn't sure we would make it thru.

Once again, I find that my fingers were able to write a post that I didn't think possible. At this late hour, I think I've included enough to tie up loose ends and keep safe those things tender to me. Thank you for following my blog, however much I knew you. Thank you for prayers and thoughts that were sent my way. Thank you for a mostly great experience I had as I gained the title, "blogger." Thank you.

So with that I finish this blog, a record of my past, of when I was ill for so long. I hope we never come close to experiencing this time again.

And if there is another stage of healing, I quit.

The End

7 comments:

  1. Wow, let the healing begin (continue) Wishing you all the best for the new year. :)

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  2. Wow, I was excited to see you blog pop up in the blog roll, it's been a long time! Hang in there. Your family is beautiful and you are beautiful Rachel. Are you starting a different blog now?

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  3. I wish you had the best ending ever, but I'm glad there is improvement and hope you continue to improve. :)

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  4. Good for you! It sounds like you have made some great strides! I hope you are well and continue to be well! It's about time you updated your blog!

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  5. Awesome! I'm so glad you've had so much healing! I hope it continues in all ways necessary. My mom was sick for a long time while I was growing up and I see myself now just starting to deal with some of the issues that has created. Things I didn't really realize were issues before I had kids. I'm glad you are healing your whole family now.

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  6. Proud of you, hon. Keep working and watching and praying. <3 Our prayers and best healing thoughts are with you.

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  7. Can I just say, I love you!

    Next time I see you remind me that I owe you the biggest hug possible?

    You are an inspiration Rachel. Hang in there.

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