I have been putting off writing this post for a while now. I’ve always had it in the back of my mind to write this part of my story, but I could never actually bring myself to put my heartbreak into words. I have been very vulnerable in my writings in the past, but this, my inability to carry any more babies, this hurt too much to see it in print.
My husband and I had it easy with our first pregnancy. I literally got pregnant within a week of us deciding we wanted to start trying. I only had two weeks of morning sickness (which in all honesty wasn’t even that bad), and I was only in full labour for 2.5 hours. My daughter started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks, she was, and still is, a very calm baby, and we were absolutely, 100% percent, head over heels, in love with her.
Then, when she was 3 months old, I ended up in the hospital with a herniated small bowel, which they had to remove 99.9% of, along with a third of my large intestine. Our perfect little fairy tale came crashing down.
One of the first questions I asked my surgeon was “Will I be able to have more children?” His short answer of “no” tore my heart apart. I was inconsolable. I crumbled. I could actually feel my heart shatter. My dream of having a large family was over. Every time I thought about it, I would break down in sobs all over again.
A month later, I figured I was doing better than they expected, and maybe, just maybe his answer would have changed. Again, my surgeon’s answer was no. This time he elaborated a bit more. I still have all my reproductive organs, however, my doctors don’t know how I would do being pregnant while on IV nutrition (TPN). There are some who have been able to get pregnant while on TPN, but I have so little bowel left that they don’t know if they’ll be able to keep up with my nutrition and hydration. Short answer, they don’t know if I or the baby would survive the pregnancy.
Sitting here writing this, my heart still aches. Every show I watch where a woman is pregnant and giving birth, I cry. Every time someone tells me they’re pregnant, I’m instantly envious. Every time I see a baby, my arms and heart feel empty. Every time I see a pregnant woman, that beautiful glow on her face, and her smile from ear to ear as she feels her baby moving, my soul is in anguish. Every time someone asks me if more children are in the cards, I try not to be angry with them for their ignorance in asking such a private question. Did you know how painful that question can be for so many women? How do you tell someone you barely know something so personal?
I am beyond blessed to have my daughter. I will never stop being grateful for having her in my life. But I loved being pregnant. I loved lying in bed and feeling her move around; seeing her little bum move from one side of my belly to the other. I love that I got to catch my own daughter, that I was the first person to ever hold her, that we have a bond that started 40 weeks earlier than anyone else got with her.
I’ll never feel that again. I’ll never feel a baby’s foot in my ribs again. I won’t feel him move from side to side. I won’t be able to feel her hiccups. I won’t ever get to carry another baby from the beginning, but I will get the opportunity (Lord willing) to be a mom to more babies. Although I know that there will be moments where it hurts to watch another woman carry my baby, we have found someone to join our family in an unconventional way. My husband and I, after months of discussing, praying, and seeking guidance from those around us, have decided to grow our family of three to a family of four via surrogacy.
This process is still going to be long, and let’s face it, probably not easy, but it is an adventure that our family is ready to partake in. Does my heart still ache that I won’t get to carry a baby on my own? Every single day. But my heart is also so full of joy that we have found someone to step in my place for 40 weeks and help our family grow. Hopefully, with time, the joy and the excitement of this new journey will completely take the place of the hurt that has been sitting there, taking up residency, in my heart for the last 2 years.
If you would like to follow our journey or to help us with the financial costs of the surrogacy process, please go to our GoFundMe page to find out more information.
Sepsis. This is a medical term that I knew nothing about, hadn’t even heard of, until I was diagnosed with it back in 2015. Sepsis is a toxic reaction, a poisoning of the blood, to an infection found in your body and can lead to death (Mayo Clinic). In fact, 1 out of every 18 deaths in Canada is due to Sepsis (Sepsis Alliance). There are more deaths due to Sepsis than Colorectal and Breast cancer COMBINED in Canada (Statistics Canada).
Last summer, if you know me or follow me on Facebook, you would know that I ended up back in the hospital twice due to an infection in my central line – that was Sepsis. The bacteria started in my Hickman, which my nutrition travels through and goes to my heart. Then my heart pumps my nutrition throughout my entire body through my blood. I wasn’t in the hospital just because I was unwell, but because if left too long, I could have gone into Septic Shock and died. The mortality rate for Sepsis increases 8% EVERY HOUR that treatment is delayed (Sepsis Alliance). Sepsis is that serious.
I had decided to write about Sepsis after one of my fellow SBS warriors was admitted into the hospital last week due to Sepsis. Many people that I know that are on TPN has had Sepsis before. It’s very common to those of us with central lines and unfortunately an ongoing battle that we will forever face.
I have been told since my first day leaving the hospital with my line that if I have a fever that I MUST come into the hospital and be checked for infection. It’s not something that I’m willing to play with. It’s not worth risking my life. Thankfully, every time I have been to the hospital with a fever, they’ve taken it very seriously and at least isolate me, keeping me safe from any other infectious diseases that may be in the air.
Why did I choose to write on such a serious and some may say morbid topic? Because this is my reality. Sepsis is something that I, and many others with a Hickman, fear. This is why I’m so paranoid about keeping my line clean. I can’t go in public swimming pools or in the lake for a swim. I have to keep my Hickman site covered at all times. I have a sterile area in my bedroom for where I connect to my TPN, and only a Registered Nurse, my husband or myself touches my line. I’m constantly using hand sanitizer. I have had to become a germophobe to ensure that I stay healthy. Yet another part of my life that has severely changed since my diagnoses.
A huge part of why I do this blog is to educate, and this is what I’m doing today. I’m wanting people to know about another part of what I struggle with, with my diagnosis.
Here are the symptoms of Sepsis:
Educate yourselves. Sepsis isn’t found just in people who have central lines or suffer from a chronic illness. It’s serious, let’s treat it that way.
When picking out your clothes for the day, have you ever needed to stop and think about how much pain they will cause you? You might think about what shoes you might wear depending on how long your day will be or how much time you’ll be spending on your feet. But what about just your jeans? Or what coat you’ll wear? The fit of your shirt?
During the winter months, this is what I need to think about every day. My skin becomes so sensitive during the cold months that even a pair of jeans becomes intolerable. I had to go and buy new clothing this winter just so I didn’t have to wear jogging pants every time I left the house. I had to decide whenever I went out whether I wanted to be cold or in pain because the weight of my winter jacket caused me too much pain.
I wear only comfy clothes while I’m at home, but I like to look good when I leave the house. I don’t mean that I get incredibly fancy, but I like to wear fitted jeans, makeup, and I do my hair. It got me thinking that I should do a blog post about how it is possible to be comfortable, in as little pain as possible, and yet still be fashionable! Thankfully, leggings and tunics are very à la mode right now, but it’s possible for those of us that are in chronic pain to still get our unique fashion sense in without feeling like a bum all the time.
So I enlisted some help from two other of my Spoonie Sisters.
Here’s Sarah! Sarah likes to say that she has Alphabetitis. Her diagnoses include Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, Rheumatoid Arthritis, and Neuro-endocrine Tumors, to just name a few from the extensive list of ailments she battles with. Sarah and I have known each other for a few years, and our friendship has become stronger as we are able to relate to each other. We know that we can cancel on each other at any time and the other doesn’t get upset. We get it. Sarah pushes herself as much as she can to have a fulfilling life; giving everything she has to her passion of art and food, and to her husband and two beautiful girls. Seeing her face beam as she modeled these dresses was just amazing! We don’t get to feel this good all that often because we’re in constant pain, but one afternoon of feeling like a star just made it all worth it!
Amaryllis Dress by RAMONALISA
Wonder Woman Dress by ANNIE 50
Ombrelle by CHERRY BOBIN
Bicicleta Dress by RIEN NE SE PERD, TOUT SE CREE
Catharine has recently been diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. This is a connective tissue disorder which leaves Catharine’s joints loose, causing them to dislocate often. Her muscles are also constantly tense, compensating for her joints’ slackness. Catharine has moments where even being touched is too much to bear. Every time I see Catharine, she’s got a huge smile on her face. Although I know that she has some unbearable days, Catharine’s joy radiates through her and it’s hard not to be infected by her attitude when she’s nearby.
Joe Dress by FIG CLOTHING
Daiquiri Reversible Camisole Bicycle Print by RIEN NE SE PERD, TOUT SE CREE
Annabelle Dress by 3RD FLOOR STUDIO
Foa Cardigan by FIG CLOTHING
Abela Long Camisole T003L by MOOVMENT
Sakura by RAMONALISA
And then there’s me! I have had Short Bowel Syndrome for nearly two years. I have a central line going into my chest that my IV nutrition gets pumped through five nights a week. Now you may ask, how in the world do my bowels affect the sensitivity of my skin and the stiffness in my joints? I don’t actually know why, but my guess is that this is my body’s way of reacting to the trauma that it endured back in April 2015. The day after shooting these photos, I felt like I had bruises along my spine, I was waddling around the house like I was 9 months pregnant, and literally every inch of me hurt.
Capitaine Stripe Tee by CAMELEON
Cerveza by RIEN NE SE PERD, TOUT SE CREE
Take It Easy by ANNIE 50
Archipel by CHERRY BOBBIN
Memories Dress by ANNIE 50
Babette by MOOVMENT
So then why did I put myself through it? Because doing this photo shoot made me feel good about myself. I felt gorgeous! We had so many laughs. We enjoyed ourselves. For one afternoon, we could forget about our illness and truly enjoy ourselves. And these moments really are few and far between when you’re constantly fatigued and aching.
I also wanted to show the world that it’s possible to be chronically ill and fabulous! We three ladies are proof of that.
Thank you so much for the wonderful contributions of the following:
Clothing – Flock Boutique (Store is in Ottawa, Canada. Everything shown on this blog and more can be found on their website. Direct links are embedded in the pictures.)
Photography – Vintage Bow Photography (Ottawa, Canada)
Makeup – Make-up by Julia Sangalli (Ottawa, Canada)
I couldn’t have done it without any of you!
Although I believe that these things are said in good nature, people often comment on being envious of different aspects of my new life, and these things, to anyone in my shoes, come off as quite ignorant. These are on the same level of frustration as platitudes for any of us living with a chronic illness. We roll our eyes at them, but really they become quite exasperating after a while. It makes me wonder what people really think I do with my day.
I’m sure we’ve all seen these memes that were really popular a few years ago:
I don’t actually spend my entire day, flopped on the couch, eating popcorn and loving a lazy life. Here are a few of the comments I’ve received over the last couple years of what makes people covet that I live the chronically ill life and they do not.
- “You’re so lucky that you get the perfect mix of calories and vitamins! How convenient!”
I wonder if when people say this, if they realize why I need an IV bag with all my nutrition in it. I’m missing an entire organ. A very large one at that. I have to now spend twelve hours a night, five nights a week, attached to an IV bag. Yes, I get my vitamins and calories. No, I don’t have to worry about eating the perfect diet. But this really isn’t something to want. It baffles me that people would actually seek these out. It’s really not something to want. Eat right, stay hydrated, and for the love of all that is good and holy be thankful you have control over your own nutrition!
- “You’re so lucky that you don’t gain weight!”
I miss working out. I miss being able to eat anything without any significant consequences. I wish I could go back to watching what I ate. You’re right, I don’t gain weight from eating. But the issues I have from eating literally anything and everything are quite brutal. If I don’t want to have those consequences (and I’m hoping that you’re all smart enough to figure out what the consequences of eating food without a small intestine does to your… uh… visits to the lavatory) I have to go without eating anything. Those are my two choices. Chronic diarrhea (there I said it!) or not eating… What would you choose? You may say it’s an easy decision until you’re faced with it in real life.
- “I wish I could Netflix and Chill all day and not go to work.”
Ok, I’ll admit, before I was sick, I would’ve thought this was awesome as well. But it gets boring really quick. For the first 10 months of being sick, I didn’t even have the energy to read. So literally, all I could do was watch TV. My brain was FRIED. I wish I could go back to being a productive member of society. I miss working. I had an amazing community of colleagues where I worked and I really miss those friendships. I now take care of my daughter, which I do love doing! And if asked what I do, I now say I’m a stay-at-home mom, which I wear that title with pride. But I didn’t willingly step down from my position. This decision was forced on me. Hopefully, one day, maybe, I’ll go back to work, but as of right now it’s not even a possibility. So watching my daughter from the couch, while I read or watch Netflix, is my current job. That and being chronically ill; it really is a full-time job. Trust me.
- “I would love to be able to sleep 9 hours a night!”
Yes, I sleep 9 hours a night on a good night, but I literally never, ever, ever feel refreshed in the morning. Ever. And it’s also not like I sleep in – I have a 2 year old and 2 year olds love getting up at the crack of dawn. I go to bed early because I am so beyond exhausted after supper that I can’t keep even my eyes open. I also have a lot of nights that I don’t sleep through the night. I often have to get up to go to the bathroom, and although I’m not in the bathroom for this long, I’m usually awake for a good hour – hour and a half when I’m up. Once I’m done in the bathroom, I lay in bed and I can’t calm my brain down. I still replay what’s happened in my mind all the time, and for whatever reason, my brain likes to remind me of my illness, my stresses, and all that goes with this new life at 2 a.m.
I get it, in a perfect world not working and not gaining weight while eating whatever you want yet still not becoming malnourished all while watching Netflix sounds like a super sweet deal. But when that all comes with chronic fatigue, chronic diarrhea, being hooked up to an IV 12 hours a day, getting awful cramping, etc. etc. – it’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. Be thankful for your health, be thankful for your job, and be thankful for those calories you have to count. Because one day, all of that can just be snatched up from under you and you’ll wish you had all of it again.
You envy my life? A day doesn’t go by that I don’t wish that I had yours.
Today is Bell’s Let’s Talk day. For every text, call, tweet and Instagram post, Facebook video view and use of Snapchat geofilter, Bell contributes 5 cents to mental health initiatives. The whole point is to overcome the stigma that is attached to mental health.
I thought today would be a good day to talk about mental health, being that literally all of Canada is talking about it. We ALL have someone in our lives that is affected by their mental health. You may not know that these people are hurting, but I guarantee you that someone in your immediate circle of contact is struggling with a mental illness, with depression, with a constant inner battle that they are too afraid to speak up about.
Well today, I’m going to speak up about my inner battle. I never really struggled with my mental health until a couple years ago. When I woke up from being sedated for a couple days and was told about my new diagnosis, my world was shattered. I remember at one point, the doctor coming into my room and saying “Every time I come in your room, you look so sad.” REALLY!!? You mean people lose major organs, are told their lives will be forever changed, and come out of this smiling a week later? They sent in a social worker to come see me once. That was it. I needed someone to come talk to me and help me sort out what had just happened.
We need to talk about mental health and how our health care system is seriously lacking in this area! We need counsellors, social workers, and psychiatrists to seriously be following people who have been diagnosed with detrimental illnesses, who’ve been in major accidents, who’ve had medical emergencies that have changed their lives overnight. We need a system that will care when someone comes into the emergency room saying that they’ll harm themselves if they go home. We need a health care system that will treat mental health as seriously as they treat our physical health.
Real talk – the last (almost) two years I have struggled with depression. I’ve said this before, and it’ll be something I’m sure I’ll say for a long time, but I really miss my old life. It’s hard to not compare what my life is like now to what it used to be. It’s easy for me to paste a smile on my face and pretend like I’m doing ok emotionally, but to be honest, most days I’m not. I honestly don’t even know how to put into words how I struggle with this every day. But just know, that when I say that I’m struggling with depression, it’s not just me being sad or feeling sorry for myself, but these dark moments are affecting every aspect of my life. I have finally decided to talk to my doctors about it. I realized that there is no shame in struggling with depression and that taking care of my mental health will only help me take even better care of my physical health.
So there it is. Out for the world to know. I think I’ve only mentioned this struggle with a handful of people. But I’m hoping that in being honest with all of you, that if you’re also struggling with your mental health, whatever form that may take on, that you’ll also talk to someone. Message me, even if we don’t know each other. Talk to your doctor. Call 911 or your local Suicide Prevention Hotline. Call a friend. No one will you think you are any worse because you’re struggling with this. Just please get help.
What was the most challenging part of my day? Let’s rephrase that. How about, what IS the most challenging part of my every day?
One of the toughest tasks of my day would be actually getting up in the morning. Let’s be honest, the majority of us have had a hangover at some point in our life. Maybe some have only felt it once or twice, others more often. No judgment. Just a fact. I wake up every morning feeling hungover. But here’s the thing, I don’t drink. Yet I wake up every morning feeling groggy, lethargic, stiff, head hurting, and dehydrated.
It’s really no fun getting the hangover without the fun stuff the night before. But alas, I know that a large part of the chronically ill community feel this way in the morning. I had 9 hours of sleep last night. That’s a lot of sleep, and yet I’m still absolutely exhausted. All my energy is taken up by my body trying to function as normally as possible. In the evenings, I’m so tired that my body slowly starts to shut down, making it impossible for me to keep warm and making me need the bathroom even more often that throughout the day.
Now, let me tell you a bit about fatigue. Because so often when I tell people that I’m tired someone says “oh me too!” I am not trying to minimize that others are tired. You’re all working all week, raising kids, trying to meet deadlines, and trying to have a life outside of it all. I get it, I once was there too. But fatigue is very different.
The best way I can describe fatigue will unfortunately only resound to a percentage of the population: women who have been pregnant. Remember that feeling during your first trimester? The complete exhaustion? That tiredness that no matter how much you slept at night, no matter how many naps you had during the day, no matter how lazy of a day you had, you were still exhausted throughout the entire day? Nothing could satisfy that fatigue. That’s how I feel literally every day. Not just for 3 months. EVERY DAY.
I was going to try and summarize this video that I saw a few weeks back, but insteadI’ll just post it. It’s spot on as to what the differences are between fatigue and being tired. Take 2 minutes and give it a watch.
Honestly, I’m not sure what I can do to make this easier. I do what I can when I can. I’m physically unable to do more than my body will allow. I’ve had to learn to listen or I become violently ill. It’s just a partof my day now and I’ve had to learn to deal with it.
I’ve always hated being asked this in interviews; trying to turn negative sides of myself into positive. I’m very passionate – I’m stubborn and don’t change my mind easily. I work great under pressure – I leave everything to the last minute. I work well on my way own – I hate working on group projects; please don’t make me do it! And then there’s the positive attributes that we want to get across, but still sound humble about ourselves. I have worked in this field for X number of years but still have lots to learn – I deserve a senior position because I know pretty well all there is to know on this topic. I have put together this and this and that, but I did it with the help of so and so – but really, I’m mentioning it because I’ve done most of the work and I’m wanting to take credit without being seen as a jerk. It’s such a balancing act! You’re selling yourself, trying to come off as confident in your capabilities, but not come off as arrogant. It’s an art really.
Well, this isn’t a job interview so I’m going to try and do this without putting a sugar coating on myself.
I’m going to start off with things I know I need to work on. My faults. My weaknesses. I don’t want to sit here and only describe my wonderful traits, although there are many 😉 . I realize I’m far from perfect and how else does anyone grow if we don’t see those areas in ourselves.
I’ve come to realize recently that I’m quite insecure. I think I always have been, but those insecurities went away for a while. I grew confident in the young woman I had become. And now that a lot of my titles and a lot of who I was has been stripped away due to my illness I’m having a hard time with coming to terms with who I am and how I am viewed. I realize everyone’s lives have continued on, I’ve written about that before, but it doesn’t make it any easier some days. Now keep in mind, while everyone’s lives are busy and full with work and social gatherings, I’m literally at home, all day, every day. I try to get out when I can, but even at that, it’s for a few hours, a couple days a week. So I have A LOT of time to sit and dwell and think people have forgotten about me. Which I KNOW isn’t the case, but I get in my own head, and scenarios build, and I basically sink my own ship.
That goes well into my second point, I overthink EVERY THING. I keep those to myself most times, but again, I sit and dwell. I’m a dweller. I’m working on it and to help with that I’ve changed my phone’s lock screen to this picture:
A reminder that I should never be anxious, to hand my worries over to God, and to find His peace. It’s something to meditate on and we all know I spend way too much time on my phone and so now every time I look at my phone, I’m reminded of these words. Hopefully it doesn’t just become a screen that I bypass all the time, but it will give me a moment to pause and think every time that I see it.
Now to the good things (I already dwell on too much so why dwell on my negative attributes more than necessary)!
I’m a passionate person, which yes means I’m also very stubborn, but this has helped me continue to grow and move towards bigger and better things. I throw myself into new ventures that I truly believe, I advocate hard, and I fall in love with these projects. This, as of late, has been my writing. So yes, although I may just be a blogger (and no I don’t believe JUST being a blogger is a bad thing by any means), I definitely consider myself a writer now. I have grown exponentially in my writing skills and I’m really looking forward to seeing where this takes me.
I’m a mom, and I think a darn good one at that. My patience some days is barely non-existent. I think all moms go through that, but especially on my days where I’m really hurting or not feeling well, it’s even more difficult than on my good days. But I love my daughter, I try to be patient and I see her being patient with me. I look at her and it makes me want to be a better person.
I love. I’ve always loved people. It may not always seem that way as I’m also very much an introvert, but I love people. I love hearing people tell their stories, and having people vent to me, and having people be a part of my life and me being a part of theirs. My compassion for people has made me who I am today, and although some days my heart hurts for people around me more than on other days, I wouldn’t trade that quality for anything.
I’m an open book. I have done everything I can to be vulnerable through this process. I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve. Ask anyone in my life, if I’m having a bad day, you know it (and unfortunately may get caught in the crossfires – sorry! Blame it on the passion.). I’m sad? You can see it in my eyes. I have good news? There’s no way I’m keeping it to myself.
I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister and a friend. Although my life is very different than I ever imagined it would be, who I have always been is still there. My positive characteristics are growing more than ever, as well as my negative ones peek through more often than they used to. It’s who I am though, and I will embrace it with every fiber of my being.
The rest of this post is written by one of the closest people I have in my life, Maggie Gilbertson. After reading her description of who I am, after wiping the tears away, all I wanted to do was delete my half! Maggie did an amazing job embodying who I am. I am so very grateful to have you in my life.
The best overall word to describe Carmen would be authentic. I’ve known Carmen since 2009, we met when we were doing our Social Service Worker program at Algonquin College. We became fast friends and even better we were each other’s ‘person’. This was before her gastric bypass surgery, before she met Joe, before she had Maddie and before that fateful day(s) when the incompetence of a fellow human almost killed her. In a way, we did lose Carmen that day. I think it would be impossible for her for her to stay the same person as she was before due to the devastating nature of what happened. We will all deal with life events that affect and shape us, but rarely it’s to the degree that Carmen has experienced. Trying to find peace is a very long and bumpy road and it looks almost identical as the road to success.
The reason why I’ve chosen the word authentic to start with is because in all my experiences and adventures with Carmen I’ve never once doubted that she wasn’t being real with me. She doesn’t care for drama. She will never shy away from saying something just because it may be the unpopular view or a hard truth. She is kind, but never apologetic about her interpretation and feelings. Her and I don’t always agree and that’s one thing that I love about her. We are both people with strong morals and opinions. We can have a great conversation on any topic without being scared that we’ve said something that offended the other. The Carmen I know always has something to say, in class she would often challenge someone’s comment if she thought their view on it was too narrow or they were completely wrong. She would present another angle to satisfy her conscience as well to add to the diverse opinions that our class shared. I can always rely on her to be honest. We can share our thoughts and feelings with each other without judgment and if someone else was listening it might raise an eyebrow occasionally. Life can get messy and hard sometimes. It’s not always pretty and that’s okay. You need that person in your life and we have that with each other.
Carmen is an emotional person who is exceptionally kind to others. She loves to laugh and joke around. She’s fantastically sarcastic and puts it to good use. She’s a mom who just wants to have enough energy to do everything she envisioned with her kids before she got sick. As a result from that fateful day another word to describe Carmen is chronically ill. This is something she never thought her future would hold, and neither did anyone who knew her. Carmen fights like a dog every day to not have that label define her. She is so much more than a person who is sick and I am so happy that she asked me to help her with this blog post. At the same time, I can see that Carmen is also trying to embrace her new situation as hard as that is for her. She doesn’t want this label or word to hold all the power. Where people will whisper it in hushed tones. She is taking her power back. She has the strength that most people only dream to have. Her and I share our daily successes and struggles with each other and sometimes we are just SO done with life that we need our ‘person’ to listen and say “yup this sucks”. We don’t always try to fix the problem, listening is enough some days. She has great compassion for others, and it shows through when we talk about our own struggles. Comparatively, our problems are not equally matched, but it’s not a competition. My problems are important to me and Carmen’s are important to her. I don’t need to say that she is a great friend too. That goes without saying.
Carmen has forgiveness in her heart, and always will. She has a tremendous amount of love to give others and herself. A lot of who Carmen was before she got sick is still with her and she fights to keep it that way. Most days she’s successful and the other days she’ll try again tomorrow. Sometimes there just aren’t enough spoons left. Carmen has been given a new perspective, one that no one could have anticipated, but this is her path for better or worse. She does it with grace and strength. It isn’t always easy and she is still learning how to navigate it, but the warrior inside has been unleashed. She is not a quitter and that’s one of the biggest reasons why I think she is still here today. I would be lost without her in my life(and her sarcastic comments).
Dear Short Bowel Syndrome,
You are a jerk. You are literally the crappiest thing that’s happened to me. I hate having you as a part of my life and I wish I had never been introduced to you.
I knew nothing of you before, most people don’t, and most people don’t think you’re as awful as you are because your name isn’t scary sounding. Maybe as bowels you were just tired of people not thinking of you in general and that’s why you decided to act up. I’ve always known what you, my bowels, do in my body, but do we ever REALLY think about it? You digest my food, but nobody ever wonders what would happen if you were to go missing. Well now that I know, I wish I was ignorant to that fact again. Maybe nobody thinks much of you because you’re such an irritable bastard!
Well now you have my attention. I miss you more than I’ve missed anything. I would give basically anything to have you back. You feel like a long lost lover, one that I will forever yearn for. One that I will never forget. Your absence forever haunting me.
I know you’ll never come back, you’re gone forever, but know that you will never be forgotten and that I will think of you every day.
With love and despair,
The holidays are tough on anyone. Even if you’re in tiptop shape, you’re tired after this crazy time. There’s so many events, a constant flow of people, and your schedule is completely turned upside down. There is no normalcy during this time of year. Imagine if you will, how much more the holidays takes its toll on someone who already gets exhausted by just surviving on an average day.
I love Christmas. Always have. And this year especially I was excited because I have a two year old and Christmas is finally becoming magical again. We started prepping her for Santa in hopes that she wouldn’t cry when she saw him (didn’t work by the way), but every morning she would find our stuffed Santa, grab him, hug him and yell out “Ho Ho Ho!” She then would ask for the tree to be turned on (or in her words OFF! OFF!) and proclaim that it was so pretty. This was our routine every morning and I looked forward to it every day (almost as much as I looked forward to my morning coffee).
Behind my excitement for Christmas was a sense of dread because I knew how exhausted I’d be at the end of it all. Our family planned quite a few events to go to and I could only hope and pray that I could make it to them all. Thankfully I actually did better than expected, not even getting sick once, but I woke up every morning with a chronically-ill, Christmas hangover (this is really the only way I’m able to describe how I felt every morning). Was it worth it? You betcha! But it still made every day hard.
It’s January 3rd now and the events are finally over. It’s been freezing rain here all day which is just encouraging my plans for today – to do nothing! We all need a vacation after the holidays and that’s what my day is today, a little vacation. My daughter and I are having a pyjama and Paw Patrol day. She is just waking up from a beautiful two hour nap and I’m sure she’ll be ready to go back down again in a couple of hours (it’s now been a couple hours and she’s really not happy that I put her down for nap #2). Both of us are exhausted from the last couple weeks.
I guess all I’m trying to convey in this post is that although I know that certain events in my life will take literally every bit of energy out of me, it’s worth it sometimes. Most of the time actually. I’ve loved all of our extra family time. I loved watching my daughter tear open her presents. I’ve loved all the delicious food (but not the consequences of said delicious food). The traveling was hard, the late nights were even harder, and the dehydration from it all was the hardest. I’ll be recovering from all this for at least the next week, realistically probably two. Maybe even three. And even though I had my ridiculously cranky moments because I was so tired during all of it, the holidays was still a very magical time this year; something being ill thankfully hasn’t stolen from me.
I may be late in saying this but Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and I hope you all have a wonderful 2017!
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