Turning point

Sometimes things seem to happen for a reason, although those reasons aren’t always clear to start with, like loosing one job and actually landing up in a better one, an example of events that all of us have been through at sometime in our lives. I don’t think we ever see things as good, at the point they are hurting us, as they say hindsight is wonderful thing. As we grow older what does happen is we learn, we learn that nothing is actually as terrible as we first think it is, for me I can say the same about having MS. I think when I was first diagnosed like most I thought it was an almost immediate death sentence and that my life was over. I honestly don’t know what Adam thought at that time as I was hurting and confused, to to great a state, to be able to think about the effect on him. To me that now sounds terrible, I can’t believe that I was so self-centered and so self-possessed, that I didn’t think about him at all. Thanks to me wonderful memory I can’t even remember when it was that it happened, but I do remember a conversion where for the first time Adam broke down and really spoke to me about how he felt and how it was effecting him. We are both the same when it comes to talking about serious subject, we are avoiders, if you don’t talk, you don’t have to admit it exists. OK that is not always the best way to sort things out or to live your lives but it is just the way we both are, but one evening the walls all shattered and we spoke, we spoke from our hearts and the pain flowed out of both of us.

That was several years ago, but it was his declaration that night that he wasn’t going anywhere, that was to me a turning point. Although I loved him with all my heart and he said the same back to me, we had never before talked about the change that MS could have on love. Adam is 17 yrs younger than me and when we married he wasn’t if you like signing up to be a carer, I was very much young at heart and as if not more energetic than him, so I was scared that he would run away from me, not because he no longer loved me but because our entire lives and been changed by two words, Multiple Sclerosis. That conversation really did change things in my head and knowing, having it actually said with conviction and my having my doubts swept away changed a lot for me. I was suddenly free to put my energy into dealing with my illness, free to be honest about how ill I was on bad days, the feeling that I had to pretend I was OK, because it might be too much for him to deal with, was shattered and I was freed to really learn about, experience and understand my illness, even when he was there.

It was a major change in everything, if you are acting out what you think others can deal with, you are so busy doing that, that you don’t learn because in a way you are also hiding it from yourself. I had to do that all day long at work and I had been doing the same at home. For the first few years I was in living in fear of loosing everything my job, my husband, my life, suddenly I only had one that required me to pretend I was fine and that was work. I have said it before and I will probably say it again, getting to know your own personal illness is the first key to being able to live well and live a true life, not just a pain filled existence. I now knew I had his support now, and I felt free to talk to him, checking if he had noticed something happening or was it in my head that I was blowing it out of proportion. Having another set of eyes and another mind to work on the things that were happening was a huge boost, not just psychologically, but also physically, I didn’t worry about asking him when I truly couldn’t do something, to help me, nor to asking him for physically support when I found myself marooned in the knowledge that I was dizzy enough to fall but too far from somewhere to sit or lie down.

Reassurance that someone isn’t going to leave you, that they are committed to you regardless of and in the knowledge that they will have to be a carer and carry out all those embarrassing things that you never thought of, is probably the most important thing you can have. It doesn’t need to be your partner, we unfortunately aren’t all as luck as I am, but that commitment from even your family is incredibly important to have. They may think that you know without asking, they will be there for them, WE don’t KNOW. When you have had your future destroyed by a chronic illness you can’t take anything for granted from then on. I expected to work in an office dealing with statistics until my retirement, I expected to be able to do simple things like go out for dinner, go to the pub or visit friends and family. Nothing I had taken as my future was now there so why would my husband even want to be around to witness my demise? I need to hear the words and to any of you who are carers, partners or family of someone with a chronic illness I would ask you to vocalise your commitment, don’t expect us to know, everything we knew has changed, we need new expectations to replace the old and we need to know it 100%.

Update, views and affirmations

A new week and I hope a better one! I ate very little yesterday as I wanted to rest my stomach, but I am going back to normal today. Despite the trauma of Saturday night I am glad to say that the MST and I are now making friends, it’s taken a little time but friendships are rarely instant. I am now on my 3rd 12 hrs on 70mg and I no longer feel doped or bad pain, there is always some pain and I think it is unrealistic to expect total pain free results from any drug, after all show me the person who doesn’t have mild aches and pains.

The past 24hrs has once again proved to me that what I believe about getting to know your illness is essential to being able to live with it and move on with life. To me life with MS isn’t life with MS, it is just life, I know my MS and I know the difference to being ill on top of it. I felt the same on Saturday night as you would if you suddenly started vomiting, to try and explain this is a little hard as my view of healthy is skewed, actually that is the simplest way, I now simply see the daily effects of MS as healthy, so anything on top is ill. I guess that sounds a little nuts, but you have to remember my life is a little nuts. I was so drained last night that I had planned to go to bed really early but then pushed on an extra hour for two reasons, I didn’t feel I had seen Adam really this weekend and I had made the fatal mistake of watching a film, I have to say that is one of the things I don’t like with films, they are too long. A one hour program disrupts a short period of time a film disrupts everything, any way I made it to bed at 9:00 but even sleeping to the alarm today, I am still tireder than I should be so it may well be another short day.

How we view illness I think really is the truth behind how we deal with it. If you are a person who believes that you are dieing when you have a cold, I think you will be a person who will find it harder to adapt to a life of illness with independence. I never let illness stop me unless it was beyond my control, the only illness that stopped me as a child was Glandular Fever and as an adult Pneumonia, off hand other than the odd days of dealing with food poisoning and so on, I have kept going, working through it and on. Since MS got me, it has been a psychological adjustment at each stage that has hit me hardest rather than the physical ones, physically I have always pushed through, mentally it has taken longer.

On the flip side those who crave nursing when they have a minor bug, I think, are the ones who at first will feel far more than I did, that they have hit the end of everything. They are the ones I have met who have a need for some reason to tell everyone about their illness, at every turn, holding it up as a flag to the world saying be kind to me, I’m ill. Like the woman I met at the MS society meetings, who had to have it worse then others, and who claimed she couldn’t possibly work as MS wouldn’t let them. I am in no way putting these people down, I really believe they psychologically have no choice in their behavior and feelings, they are as honest about their illness as I am, the difference is I am preconditioned to keep going, just as they are to stop and need help. Truthfully I feel so sorry for them as they are missing so much, but I am not sure how to reach them and show them that any Chronic illness isn’t the end, until the end finally comes.

I find I am writing for more and more reasons, the more people that I meet who are going through their own personal fight with a huge range of illness, the more I feel I have to keep giving a voice not just to me but to them as well, not all have the ability to write for themselves and not all the health to. Around the world there are voices that aren’t heard or listened to, voices like mine, trying to find out what now and what next, what does something feel like, is it me is it my illness, am I going mad or is this to be expected. I can’t talk for all of them as I don’t luckily have all the illnesses, so I talk for me and I hope they find and echo of themselves. If you found yourself with something happening to you, something that is taking away the normality we all prize, then where do you turn and who will tell you the truth. That is all I can promise all those voices, I will tell the truth, where ever that take me and I will continue to shout at all who will listen.