Had an AMAZING night at Duke Children’s Prom with my incredible spoonie sisters, Nicole, Em, & Kayla! We’ve been talking online via Instagram & FB support groups for over a year now, but this was the first time we all got to meet up together in person!! It was truly awesome. It was such a blessing to talk, laugh, dance, and just be weird together! Love these beautiful ladies so, so much.. ❤
Messages from my sweet best friend remind me why I keep fighting through nights like these. Love this girl more than words could ever express. Through it all, she gives the best pep talks & is always there to hold me, dry my tears, make me laugh, & fight right along side me. I am so, so incredibly blessed… ❤
Earlier tonight, I went to a house party with my roommates. I hadn’t been feeling well all day and I really did not want to go, but it was the first time all three of us were going out together since Halloween and I didn’t want to be a party pooper.
It turns out my gut feeling was right and I should have stayed home, as I got really sick at the party. There were so many strong odors, loud music and yelling and bright flashing lights…
The room began to spin like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. My head was splitting…my heart was pounding, racing around 180 and skipping beats…I was shaking, fighting not to throw up…and I was teetering at the point of pre-syncope where I was sure I was going to lose consciousness.
I ended up running outside to the front yard and sitting in the grass. My throat was beginning to close, and it was getting very hard to breathe– I needed an EpiPen.
But this story isn’t about getting sick at a social gathering and needing to go home…unfortunately, that is a pretty common occurrence and nothing worth writing home about… 😉 This is about what happened after I realized I needed to leave.
As I searched frantically through my tube bag, I realized I left my keys at another apartment at College Inn. I ran back inside to where my roommates where playing beer pong. Standing there, shaking from epi and further set off by all the overwhelming stimulus, I explained the my situation to them.
Lucie held my arm and tried to help me come up with a plan. It was difficult because she was a little drunk and the music was booming, but she was trying her best and eventually suggested I use her keys and just leave the apartment unlocked for when she and Shannon returned later. It wasn’t an ideal plan, but we figured out a way this could work.
After thanking Lucie profusely, I was ready to run out of the house when Shannon loudly interjected, “You’re leaving? But you look FINE!”
I explained to her that I just had to use an EpiPen, I felt like I was going to pass out, and I was NOT fine. She rolled her eyes, and then rudely proceeded to touched all over my face and neck saying, “Your face is not even swollen!” and making a bunch of similar comments, callous and even accusing. She ended her unsolicited assessment with, “You’re fine, you just don’t want to stay at the party. Come on, you told me that at the beginning.”
Not only did she brush me off and only begrudgingly offer advice, rolling her eyes every time I repeated I could not hear her over the music and the ringing in my ears (that was signaling I was about to faint)…she even stopped Lucie from trying to help me!
After helplessly trying to explain my health situation a few more times, I couldn’t take it anymore and ran outside. I needed to get an uber and get out of there fast.
When they came outside with me, where there was no loud music or crowd of partiers, it became obvious that I wasn’t lying about or exaggerating my situation.
Then Shannon was like “Ohhh, I thought you were faking it! I guess you’re not!” and then and ONLY then did she care, stop making rude comments, and proceed to try to help me.
The lights and the loud, crowded party atmosphere made me feel so scared as my body was failing me…and things certainly would have been a lot scarier (perhaps even escalating to needing an ambulance) if Lucie were not there. I am so thankful for her.
Now, I understand that Shannon, too, was a bit drunk. And I’ve seen her drunk multiple times before & know that she gets really wrapped up in the moment…but I cannot help but feel a little hurt (especially in this fragile extra sickly epi’ed-up state I suppose, haha). I don’t mean to be emotional, but Shannon’s callousness and aggressive assumption that just because I ‘looked’ okay in the moment, meant I must be fine and merely “faking it” really, REALLY hurt my feelings and made a bad situation much worse…
I got home and cried so hard. It still stings to think about, honestly.
I am not going to hold a grudge…not just because she was slightly intoxicated, but because continuing to dwell on it won’t help anyone. I will be fine and bounce back by the time she & Lucie get home from the party…
But interactions like this one tonight are the reason we desperately need more awareness about these complex, debilitating invisible illnesses. We must stop accusations like, “But you don’t look sick” and save others from having to endure the judgement, mean comments, and unwillingness to help that I faced tonight.
This is definitely not in reference to Shannon (she’s not usually like this & she’s my friend) or this situation at all…but as we spoonies like to say: I don’t look sick? Well, you don’t look stupid, but ya know…looks can be deceiving.. 😉
“Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s fine. It’s not their journey to make sense of. It’s yours.”
My life went to hell in August of 2012. It had been headed that way for years and years, but August 9th was the day that all was officially lost, with no hope of ever even returning to baseline…
And on that spiraling path to hell, I not only lost my family, my home, my belongings, many of my friends– I also lost my health. At a time in life where most were at prom, doing college tours, vacationing with family and friends, I became sicker and sicker with mysterious symptoms until I was completely disabled.
As time went on, I tried a multitude of medications, procedures, therapies and diets just to be met with more sickness, pain and fear.
I grieve who and what I once was. I used to be healthier and full of energy, able to eat whatever I wanted and do whatever I wanted. I was good in school. I volunteered. I dreamed big dreams and made strides toward making those dreams a reality. Despite a life of turmoil and inconsistency at home, I was able to push through and keep going. My friends remember me that way.
But now this body of mine is limited and thus my life is limited…
Every time life hands me a new limitation, I embark on the path of adapting to a new reality. Accepting new limitations throughout these years has been difficult for me and seems to be even more difficult for my parents.
I suppose I should not have been surprised that my peers and friends struggled with them too…
As I grew sicker, my friends became distant, one by one, until they eventually fell off the map altogether.
Their disappearance was due largely to my inability to keep up– physically, of course…but often mentally and emotionally, too, as life circumstances and the 24/7 nature of chronic illness wore me out so intensely…
I would often find myself feeling sad, guilty, even angry…and always very, very lonely.
Where were all those who I helped in their time of need? Those I had stayed up all night with, holding them as they cried? Those whose aid I rushed to at 3am, regardless of what was going on in my own life? Those who I defended, fought for, even lied for? Those whose children I cared for as my own while they tried to piece their own lives together?
It hurt for my friends to leave me and not support me through some of my darkest days, but I have slowly come to realize it’s really not about my limits but about their own.
We whose worlds are colored by chronic illness and disability are physically limited, but others are limited in their ability to understand and empathize.
At this point, the majority know I struggle with my health…my feeding tube and wheelchair use make it pretty obvious at times. However, when I am around others, I wear a mask I’ve perfected over the years: a smile, a laugh, a “pretty good, thanks, how are you?” I do my very best to hide the truth about the debilitating pain and discomfort I constantly endure. I do this for their sake, sure– but also because I have an EXTREMELY difficult time admitting things are not okay or that I need help (even to doctors and therapists). I am perpetually optimistic, at least outwardly. All of this to say, it is no surprise most have no idea the kind of impact chronic illness has on every part of my life and daily functioning.
Everyone has battles and struggles in this life, but for most, their difficulties do not reside in their bodies. They experience sickness and physical pain, sure– but not in the way we do. Pain is not their constant companion, always lurking in their shadow. They are unable to truly comprehend the realities of a life battling your own body, and therefore they easily dismiss it as an exaggeration, nuisance or simple idiosyncrasy.
I cannot help but feel annoyed, isolated or hurt by the gross lack of understanding at times…I am only human. But I have realized that it is not about me. It’s taken a long time to accept this, and many days I still struggle to…but I am finding strength in my fragility and lessons amidst my pain.
“Not everyone will understand your journey. That’s fine. It’s not their journey to make sense of. It’s yours.”
Keep fighting the good fight, guys.. ❤
Had a good appointment at the Duke Syncope & Dysautonomia Clinic today! Being honest with doctors is not something that comes easy to me, but I think I did pretty well today. My blood pressure readings are looking MUCH better than they have in months prior! That is likely due to super high doses of Midodrine, & Fludrocortisone, as well as 12mg of Prednisone daily…but it is a good thing regardless. They were concerned with my heart rate, though. Despite taking all my Dysautonomia meds (including Bystolic, my beta blocker) & getting IV infusions, I am still experiencing significant tachycardia, especially upon postural changes. My orthostatic vitals today, for example: 113bpm lying down, 129bpm sitting up, 147bpm standing. Now, those numbers aren’t terrible…I’ve definitely seen worse, this week alone! But Jenn was not happy with those numbers & said that kind of increase upon sitting/standing is not good considering the medications should be taking care of those dramatic spikes. She was also a bit concerned because that was simply standing still, not trying to walk and carry on about the day. We agreed that the Bystolic is not the right med for me as it drops my blood pressure too low (causing me to need more Midodrine which I already take an overdose of each day)…so she is putting me on a new med called Ivabradine. I’m really excited because Ivabradine helps lower heart rate without impacting blood pressure! Only problem is it’s a med generally used for heart failure patients, so we will probably have to fight with insurance to get it covered. But Jenn says she’s confident we’ll win the case, considering I’ve tried almost every other beta blocker out there and my symptoms are so severe! Really hoping it is a quick process getting it approved, as I am super excited to try…especially because, once we finally get my heart rate under control, I get to begin physical therapy! Jenn referred me today to a PT who is familiar with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome & POTS! Nicole sees him and really likes him. Apparently, he understands the pain, dislocations, fatigue, weakness, etc. that comes with EDS & how to best work with/through such symptoms. Really looking forward to it! Also while Mom & I were at Duke, we met a fellow Zebra who was using a wheelchair with SmartDrive. We ended up talking with her about it (& other things) for a good 15 minutes, and on the way home from the hospital, mom decided we will have a fundraiser because I need one, too! More on that later.. 🙂 Now for a nap– that appointment left me exhausted!
As the cliche goes– low quality picture, high quality friend 👌🏼💜 I love every minute I get to spend with this beautiful, strong girl!!