Open a Book

Choose a book, open to random page, point to a phrase & use it to start writing.

I took his hand and held it lightly. He was careful not to put too much pressure on my swollen joints. “I still don’t know how I’m going to face them, Kyle.”
-Page 180, Did You Hear About Amber? by Cherie Bennett

It is really hard to be sick, really hard. To be honest, some days I look back at and I don’t know how I made it through them – not just physically but emotionally too.

I was really surprised to find this book. It’s in a series called Surviving Sixteen – and it’s about a wonderful dancer who falls ill with JRA. Her friends desert her and her boyfriend leaves her. She fights so hard against the restraints her body puts on her, and it’s not until her dance team – the one she started – replaces her that things get worse. Dancing is her life.

It gets so bad that she attempts suicide, only to be rescued by the boy who becomes her new boyfriend.

To be completely honest, there have been a few times in the last few years where things were very dark for me. Having just broken through one of those periods in time, I can say that if I didn’t have the support of an awesome boyfriend I don’t think I would have made it. I don’t think that anyone knows how close I was to the edge, and I really don’t want them to. I’m just thankful I’m in a better place right now.

I think listening to Nicki Minaj probably doesn’t hurt 😉

A Review: After the Diagnosis

Sooo today’s HAWMC post is supposed to be about Pinterest. I don’t do Pinterest. No offense to those that like it, but it seems slightly silly to me. If I like pictures, I download them or share them on facebook :-p

So instead, I will talk about a book I read recently and enjoyed very much!

After the Diagnosis: Transcending Chronic Illness is written by Doctor Julian Seifter and his wife Betsy. I’m not going to lie – I picked up the book because it has a butterfly on the cover and it was about overcoming illness. But I am very glad that I judged this book by its cover.

Dr. Seifter is a doctor specializing in liver disorders. He sees people facing many chronic and terminal illnesses. He, too, deals with his own illness – diabetes. Throughout the book, he weaves stories about his patients and handling their illnesses along with his realizations and battles with his own health.

The whole book is amazing and a very easy read. I would definitely recommend picking it up. But I’ve earmarked some of my favorite spots of the book and would love to share some bits with you that I found particularly interesting.

One of the biggest themes in the book is that the patient needs to be just sick enough. This doesn’t really apply to them physically, but mentally. If they aren’t sick enough, they might not pay attention to their health and get the treatment and help that they need. If they’re too sick, they’re probably hypochondriacs, very afraid and unable to handle their illness, or unable to see the good side to life. I think at times all patients move between these categories, but it is important to be just sick enough – to be sick enough that you know you need treatment and to be your own advocate, but to not be so sick as to alienate everything your life has been about. You have to live your life while you can. I think the following excerpt from the book hits the nail on the head, especially if you read the book and know the story around this passage:

The chief message of all this: you’re alive until you die. Every minute counts, and relinquishing hope, playfulness, distraction, pleasure consigns you to a premature death, even when death is knocking at the door. The truth is, we’re all on the same train headed for the same destination. When the diagnosis comes, forgetting it – intermittently at least – is not only understandable but sometimes quite adaptive. (150)

One of the other important points that Seifter hits is that society often blames the victim, or in our case the patient. Clearly, because we have an illness that not everyone has we must have done something to cause it – or, maybe, it’s something that we didn’t do. We aren’t juicing enough, taking enough vitamins, smoking enough crack, sacrificing enough animals… Okay, those are ridiculous examples, but so are the real world ones – if only you would take these vitamins… if only you would lose half your weight… if only you would be someone completely different from yourself… His point with all this is that we often turn that blame inward, causing ourselves undue stress – especially in chronic illnesses where not a lot in reality is known. Still’s is a form of JRA. There are a million theories as to how it starts, and anyone of them could be correct. Without a starting point, tries to cure the disease are stabs in the dark. It can be very frustrating.

There are several other really good points that he makes in this book, but I don’t want to share them all. The last one I’ll leave you with though is about couples facing an illness together – something that during the last half of March was a focus for me.

He tells the story of Mr. and Mrs. Valleros, the former of which suffers from amyloidosis. Seifter uses their story to discuss the wonderful art of being a couple and tackling illness together. He says that the “chief stumbling block to an authentic relationship is the problem of dependency” (203). It’s a delicate balance, he points out. If the mix isn’t right, the ‘well’ person can become too dominant and overbearing, or the sick person can become too dependent. This couple manages the balance swimmingly, even though Mr. Valleros is essentially dying.

One of the things that I really took to heart was Dr. Seifter’s words on illness in a relationship:

A marriage [or relationship] requires room for two, and illness tends to constrict the space. How can a couple thrive when it’s so easy to let illness close things down in ways that stunt growth and liveliness? How can the necessary collisions between two different people be fruitful rather than bruising? One way is to put the illness in its place. (205)

Another couple in this section fights the illness butting into their lives by intermittently paying attention to it and not letting the illness completely run things. The ‘well’ person in this particular relationship points out that they take care of each other. If one of them isn’t feeling well, the other is there to take care of. He also says that he doesn’t think of his wife as being sick.

And maybe that’s the key to all of this. A few weeks ago, I interviewed my boyfriend. While my illness can limit what we do – though I try my damnedest! – he doesn’t look at me and see something sick. He looks at me and sees a pretty girl who is really quirky but fun to be with and is very loving. Those are my words, but in the last few weeks he’s said as much – sometimes even verbally you guys. WHOA.

I think that his attitude, of my illness being just a fact about who I am and NOT being who I am makes all the difference.

So, getting back to the book…

You guys should read it. I teared up in spots, and was amazed by others. I found new ways of looking at my illness, and am trying to be ‘just sick enough’ instead of everything in my life being about my illness like it has been for the past few months. If this book has helped me to realize some things about myself – stubborn ol’ Taurus that I am – I can’t imagine what it might be able to do for you. At the very least, the writing is enjoyable to read and flows very well. I found myself not wanting to put it down. I don’t have those feeling often.

Quotation Inspiration

“Find a quote that inspires you (either positively or negatively) and free write about it for 15 minutes.”


“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
-Lao Tzu

My whole life, I have been very lucky to have a huge support system. My huge family is crazy, and some of them often ignored my side of the family for things. I’m not bitter about it – we did it too. Ours was a family that was centered around chronic illness, with my great grandmother having been the uniter having suffered with MS for much of her life. When she died, the big together family split off even more. But still, some of us keep (kinda) in touch.

My mom saved my life, literally, by refusing to believe my disease was leukemia, refusing radiation/chemo and biopsies. She fought tirelessly to find the real disease, to document my symptoms, and to deal with my father (read: douche; sperm donor) deciding that maybe he did want custody of me if he’d have to pay support. As my sister fell ill as well, she and I fought often as girls tend to do. But our illnesses have brought us even closer.

As a child with a chronic illness, other kids felt bad for me but they didn’t understand. They were my friends nonetheless. In middle and high school, I found my niche – the best group of friends I’ve ever had. Together, we suffered through bullying, thesis papers, projects period, and International Baccalaureate exams. Some of us got full diplomas, graduated with honors, and became valedictorians (North Scholars) together.

And in college, I met the best friends I’ve ever had – my old roommate Katy and my boyfriend of over four years. I can share anything with the two of them. Katy and I don’t get to spend as much time together as we’d like, because our schedules don’t match up well sometimes. But when we do, it’s wonderful. She intently listens, and we can both gripe about things and share our worries.

But my boyfriend is, and has been for so long now, the biggest help in my life. When he looks at me, he doesn’t see illness, a collection of swollen joints and misfiring nerves. He sees me for me – or maybe sometimes more than I am. I am not gorgeous when I wake up… usually. He is so helpful and most of the time really really good about not judging me… and when he does get frustrated, he keeps much of it to himself. So he’s pretty cool I think.

This quote is mainly directed at him, more than the others I’ve listed. I was so afraid to start medications and to get the medical attention I needed. He encouraged me. With his love, I felt strong enough to go to the doctor. And because of the courage I have – and the dreams I have for the future – I carried out my plans and began walking on the path I am on today. I am so, so very grateful for everything he does for me, and helps me to do.

MTX, first weekend

I’m really trying hard to not post until the PFAM is up but it’s just not working. Oh well. I need to get out some pent up feelings anyhow.

Stephen Colbert is one of my favorite people in the whole world. He’s a wonderful guy, who has seen his share of tough times but still rises above and beyond. Also, he’s probably the funniest and smartest person in my life that I actually haven’t met 🙂

This is one of my favorite quotes from him – the real him, and not his Report persona:

“Don’t be bitter. Everybody suffers. If you can accept your suffering then you will understand other people better. Be grateful for pain. Love life.”

I’m really trying to live my life by that, and I usually do pretty good, but it’s tough lately.

I didn’t go to class today, and worked a whopping 40 minutes of my 8-hour shift at the hotel. This MTX (I think?) is kicking my ass. I feel like I have the flu kinda? And I don’t know what to do about it. The scariest part? Not only am I having like full-on pain between my stomach and my chest, now I’m occasionally (like while walking??) getting ridiculous tingly feelings. Case in point: the boyfriend and I were at the gym yesterday, and all of the sudden my lower leg joints kind of went numb-ish… and then it felt like there was a colony of ants feasting on my legs. I stopped walking and tried to stretch out, but it just didn’t help. The biting sensation was (mostly) gone, but my joints were still crap. The night basically ended in me crying, ice pack between my ankles, and my sweet boyfriend rubbing my back and working on cheering me up. He’s so good at that for me. Otherwise, you know, I get this cauldron of thoughts stirring around in my head:

I hate being so weak in front of him, especially when he is so strong for me. 


I must look like an idiot, crying and talking about my body like it’s another person hating me and trying to kill me. I can’t even walk on a treadmill without my body freaking out on me.

Is this the MTX and will it go away? Or am I going through the first stages of MS? I don’t want to go through my last years in life like my great grandma did. It’s been almost eleven years since she died, and I still don’t understand why I didn’t ask her more about her strength and her amazing perseverance. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss her and think about her.


Will I be able to get my PhD? My Master’s? Can I keep going to school after this semester? During this semester? Who am I kidding, thinking that I could work a full-time job if I’m not in school with all this going on?


I’m tired of being dizzy. Why do all my medications cause dizziness and stomach upset? Can we not, at our medically-advanced stage, create a friggin’ medication that actually works?!?

I’m alright with waiting until my next appt on the 28th (as long as things don’t get worse) to talk to the rheumy. But the boyfriend thinks I need to keep a closer eye on that… and he’s probably right. He’s the logical one 🙂  The chest pain has been happening off and on for a little while now, but I’ve just been saying it’s got to be asthma-related and just blowing it off… which is not the smartest idea ever.

Still’s Disease, you are a bitch. But I plan on not beings yours anymore, and I’m turning the tables on you one way or another.