Sick, Sick, Sick

I'm so sick and tired!

Sick of bring chronically ill

Sick of feeling stuck

Sick of putting life on hold

Sick of feeling like I have no control over my body

Sick of being treated like a medical mystery instead of a whole person

Sick of trying to take care of myself and not feel any better off for it

Sick of being poked and prodded

Sick of being judged and patronised

Sick of doctors treating me like I'm some kind of nuisance

Sick of being ignored

Sick of not being taken seriously

Sick of doctors telling me that all of this must somehow be my fault

Sick of poisoning my body with medications that don't help

Sick of people telling me it's all in my head

I'm just so sick of everything...

I Don't Know About You, But I'm Still Feeling 22

Tonight as I sit here in my cozy bedroom with my little lanterns providing soft light to my thoughts, I'm musing about the coming year.

No, it's not New Year's Eve, but the eve of the celebration of the day of my birth.  Tomorrow, I turn another year older, so in a way it feels like a mid year New Year and another fresh start.

What do I want from this year?  Well, I would like to be cured of my chronic illnesses, but magic wands are still in the early stages of research and development!

Seriously though, what would I like to see happen this coming year?  Some thoughts...

• For my health to improve further, or at least stabilise.  This would provide me with a more stable platform to live my life by for sure, and would also make planning for the near future just that little bit easier!

• To find a medication or treatment to relieve or at least manage my symptoms.  This really has been an ongoing struggle for me, and I've never found anything that works really well for any longer than about 2 weeks at a time.  If that could change, it would be lovely.

• To do well in my final University papers and graduate in July!  It's only a short course, but I am so proud of myself for achieving this during 2016 despite all of the challenges life and my health have thrown at me.  Now to decide if I want to do the follow on course...

• Get back into my guitar playing, and sing more.  Guitar has fallen by the wayside recently as I have just been too fatigued to work on it, but I'm hoping to get back into it soon.  Music is one of my greatest joys and is a wonderful form of stress relief, so I will make more of an effort as energy and my Uni schedule allow.

• To develop a greater acceptance for where my life is at, and to be at peace with the fact that I'm exactly where I am meant to be.  Long term goal this one, but with my faith, family support and perseverance, I'm determined to be more accepting and patient with myself.

• Make sure I nurture my body and love it as much as I can in every way possible.  To feed it well, exercise regularly, rest when it tells me and just to take great care of it.

• Figure out a practical career path.  The Physiotherapy dream is still burning bright in my heart, but at the same time it feels as if it's fading away from me.  I know I would make a brilliant Physio (not to blow my own trumpet), but I'm coming to terms with the fact that pushing myself into 4 years of full time University study may not be the smartest thing to do!  I'm not ruling it out, but could really do with a solid Plan B in case it doesn't work out the way I have always hoped it would.

• To get back into art and creative pursuits more.  I am loving my University study, but it's exhausting me to the point that I don't really have the energy to do much else!  So I would like to find a little bit more of a healthy balance in my life between my study, online, real and creative worlds.

• For my family to know how much I appreciate them.  Saying thank you never feels like anywhere near enough of a repayment for all that they do for me on a daily basis, so it's kind of a wish really, but I hope they know in their hearts how grateful I am to have them in my life.

• To one day be well enough to take my brother out on an expedition like he has done for me so many times, and to just laugh and have fun with him without being in pain or having to find a bathroom.  That would be nice.

• For people to see me as normal, and to see past my illnesses.  I'm still a lovable, creative, kind person with a pretty good sense of humour, and I would like more of the people in my wider circle to realise that and treat me like they're talking to me as a person, not just someone with illnesses.

And just to live another great year, taking as many opportunities that come my way as I can, having fun, getting to know more people and just living the most beautiful life I can.

I'm Not An Inspiration

Lately a couple of the lovely young women in the Endometriosis Support Group that I run have told me that I'm an inspiration to them. 

It's a weird thing to hear, because although I know it's meant as a compliment, it also makes me feel a bit uncomfortable to be honest. 

There's this whole impression people have that anyone who, for example, is in a wheelchair or has cancer is inspirational, and in some cases they're put up on a pedestal and told how brave they are etc.

What I want you to know is that I (and most others with chronic illness) don't want to be 'inspirational' or be made to stand out just for living my everyday life. Yes, my life is very different from yours, and yes, I struggle, but I'm not here on this earth to be a role model or inspiration to anyone. 

I just want people to acknowledge and try to understand how my illnesses affect my life, and support me as best they can.

But I don't feel it's right that I should be called inspirational over anyone else. All of us humans are just trying to live the best life we can, and all of our circumstances are different. There's no fair way to compare any one person to another person, because we're all different and unique, and that is what makes the world such an interesting place. If we were all the same life would be dull, and they do say that variety is the spice of life after all!

And really, I don't feel like an inspiration in myself, and a lot of days I actually feel inadequate because of my illness. I feel like I'm not doing enough, or being enough or using my time to it's fullest potential.

But I'm doing the best I can with what I have in this moment, and that's all any of us can do.

I'm not an inspiration, and I'm quite happy with that. I'm just one sick girl with a laptop, trying to make her own way in this crazy and diverse world.

Being My Own Cheerleader

I know the title sounds cheesy, but that exact phrase was what sparked the idea for this post really, so I'm stuck with it!

Before your imagination starts running wild, no I have not joined a group that wears short skirts and waves pompoms in the air while chanting slogans for football teams!

The word cheerleader applies to chronic illness in my mind as a way to describe supporting yourself.  To cheer yourself on and be a strength that you can draw on when you need it most.

In the 2 and a bit years since my Endometriosis diagnosis, I have ended up with an unusual kind of team on my side, which is made up of immediate family, a few close friends, doctors, other medical practitioners etc. 

But although I have my 'team' around me, I have learnt that you can't survive the day to day chronic illness life by solely relying on your team mates.  Sometimes they get tired, burnt out or just let you down when you least expect it. 

So, although the team is an important part of your support network, a lot of the strength and will to carry on has to come from within. 

It has to come from you.

Believe me, some days it feels almost impossible to carry on, and you feel like there is absolutely nothing left in the tank.  This feeling of being down and hopeless can last anything from a few hours to many days in a row.  It's so important to let yourself have some down time, because it is exhausting being your own cheerleader and always willing yourself to carry on.  Don't let your brain tell you that you are weak for shedding a few tears, or having a day where you just need some time alone to process things.  It's completely natural, because let's face it, no one can be happy and brave all of the time!

But it is also important to reboot.  To use that inner strength and courage to bring yourself out of a dark patch.  To see the light again and bring that positivity that lies inside all of us to the surface, even if it feels like it is buried deep within you.

Today may be a bad day, a hard day, an impossible day...

But tomorrow is a whole lot of new, a clean slate full of possibilities.  So dig out that inner cheerleader and help yourself through whatever is going on in life right now.  Once you see the light again and realise that what you do have is precious, you will feel more positive and the burden that you carry every day will feel a little bit lighter.

So Many Ideas...

Blogging is a strange thing to me.  In the first place, I never thought I would start a Blog for lots of reasons, including the fact that no one would probably read it, and also that I'm quite a private person, so didn't think I would have it in me to spill my thoughts onto the internet!  But I took the plunge and started, and I'm still coming back, so part of me must enjoy it...

The truth is, hardly any people that I know in real life know that this blog exists, basically because I haven't really made a point of talking about it.  I think part of it is shyness, and the other part is a fear of being judged by others about the fact that I write about my health issues and life in general and post it on the internet.  I'm pretty sure that most people would think that was one of the strangest thing you could do when you have a chronic illness, to write about it for the world to see.  I know, even reading those last couple of sentences back makes me think 'What the?  Why on earth am I writing about my Endo journey online so that a whole lot of strangers can read it?'

Strangely enough though, writing about what's going on in my Endo life on my blog is soothing.  It's quite cleansing to write about my frustrations, health concerns and issues that I think are important, and I guess a Blog is just somewhere to try and put that jumble of thoughts together.  Quite often, I feel the need to let off some steam when I have a lot of thoughts running around in my brain, and blogging is just one of the ways I manage my stress levels when everything gets to be too much.

Although, in saying that, I'm not a very good blogger really!  If you keep on scrolling down my Blog pages to have a peek at older posts, you will notice that there are quite a few gaps in the dates.  In some places, it looks like I haven't written anything for months!  This is not the case though...

My Blogger account is full of draft posts - yes really!  When ideas strike, I open up the web page or app and jot down a title, or a few sentences that I think would make a good post.  But, as with many things when you live a life with chronic illness, that's often as far as it goes, despite my best intentions.  Those ideas don't always make it to the blog for many reasons, including lack of energy or focus to write, loss of  inspiration or motivation to write on that topic, or just plain old writer's block.  Basically, sometimes I feel the need to blog it out, and other times I can go for many weeks quite happily without feeling the urge or inspiration to write at all.

I could commit to writing on a certain day of the week, or writing so many times a month, but I'm just not going to do that.  My Course of study starts tomorrow, and that's something I will definitely use deadlines and planning for, more so than other things like blogging where it is a choice whether or not I choose to do it that day.

 I don't need the added pressure and stress that comes with yet another deadline to meet, or the disappointment of not doing what I promised myself I would, because that just doesn't help my emotional state of mind.  There are many things I do regularly and commit to, and I just don't want blogging to start to feel like a chore - I want to enjoy it, and be inspired to write when the feeling strikes.

So, I'll write when I write, and if you don't hear from me for a while, don't worry!  I'm still around, probably just dealing with a downturn in the health department or a short term, acute case of writer's block :-)

Losing Control

I cried this morning.  I'm not ashamed to admit it, because it's perfectly healthy to express your emotions.  To those girls out there who bottle things up and keep everything on the inside until it becomes utterly overwhelming, know that it's not weak to cry if you need to, no matter the circumstances.

Anyway, onto today's post..

Today I just wanted to be normal.  To have a normal amount of energy and stamina, and just be able to go out into the world and do things like everyone else can.  Today was a day that I mourned the loss of my old life, and reflected on the new and different, but still good life that I live today.

Living with a chronic illness not only changes how you live and the things you're able to do, but also to an extent it changes who you are.  For me, in the beginning all of this change and uncertainty it was very difficult to take in and adjust to. I would like to say that I have gotten better at accepting change in my life, and the constantly shifting landscape of my health, but some days I definitely still feel like a fish out of water!  I've been reflecting on change and control of life over the last couple of days, so I thought I would write a few of my thoughts here...

Let's all face the facts here - we all crave control in our lives.  Control of what we do, where we go, what we wear and what we say and how we act towards others are just some of the things that we get to decide on each day.  A lot of these decisions we don't even consciously register in our minds, because they are made in a split second by the pre-frontal cortex in our brain.  Having control of different facets of our lives makes us comfortable in the knowledge that we are in the driver's seat, and helps us to 'live in our comfort zone'.  Everyone likes to feel like they're in their 'comfort zone', am I right?

Comfort is therefore the complete opposite of fear.  Fear generally rears it's head when we are facing change, or coming to terms with something, for example a new job, house move or the start of a course of study at Uni.  In all of these 'new things', there is an element of loss of control on our part, because we are jumping into something new and unknown that we haven't done before.  So the feeling of loss of control and fear of the unknown come together, and pretty much make us freak out!

You may be asking 'What the heck does all this rambling about control have to do with chronic illness?'  Well, in a way the same principles of loss of control and fear apply to chronic illness in the same way that they do in most people's everyday lives.

Thinking back to before my Endometriosis diagnosis, I had a job that I loved and was forming a 'plan' in my mind about what I was going to do next regarding Uni etc.  All of this came crashing down around my ears as I got more and more unwell, had to leave my job and became this creature floating around in pain all of the time!  Getting the diagnosis helped for sure, because then I knew that it wasn't all in my head and that I was being taken more seriously now that I had a medical 'label' so to speak.  

But to be honest, my feelings of fear and loss of control only worsened, because now I had this new, scary diagnosis and I really had no idea what I was going to do.  So, similar to what you may experience in an everyday sense, I was basically plucked out of my life by one of those metal cranes like in a toy vending machine, and plonked into this whole new medical world which I had no idea how to navigate!

Over the past 2 years I have adjusted and it has become easier to live this new and different life of mine, but still, the goalposts are constantly shifting and there is always one thing or another to deal with.  I'm definitely not some shiny, brave chronic illness person who feels no fear and has a magic wand to solve all her problems!  Some days it all just seems like too much to cope with, but mostly I work through the fear and just break down into steps how I am going to cope with or manage what is happening to me in that particular day or moment.

An important part of coping with this is to have a support network around you, so that you know you have someone to talk to if you need to.  I'm incredibly lucky to have a supportive family, a few close friends I can confide in, and my Endo Angels support group who are always here to support me and lend a listening ear.

Comment below and let me know if you too have feelings of fear and loss of control in your life.  If you do, know that everyone does no matter what their situation, and it's perfectly normal!  It's just about finding some coping strategies that help you to work through whatever you may be going through.

Gee, this post feels like I'm totally rambling!!  But, it's what has been on my mind lately, so I thought I would come here and share...

Taking the Plunge

Today I made a start on the next phase of my life.

I took the plunge and applied for entry into a distance learning Course through the Open Polytechnic.

It may not be exactly where I would have liked to have been right now, but my Endo journey has complicated life a bit and I haven't been well enough to follow my dreams like I would have if I was well.

That's the thing with chronic illness - all best laid plans can (and usually do) go completely out the window!  I've found that I have had to take some time (in my case a lot of time), step back and take care of my health first.  There's no point in worrying about what you're not doing, because that's not going to help you get to where you want to be.  In fact, it;s probably just going to make you more stressed, and therefore even more unwell, which isn't what any of us spoonies want.

So, now to wait and see if I get accepted onto the Course.  Hopefully I do, because it will give me another focus and be great for my mental health (although maybe a little tricky with brain fog!).

Doing this Course doesn't mean I'm cured by any means.  I am still in pain, and have chronic nausea, chronic fatigue etc.  But I have gotten to a point where I think I am stable enough to tackle this.  If it turns out I'm wrong, then it will just take a little bit more patience and perseverance, but I WILL get there in the end.

My Wish

A friend brought her 11 week old baby to visit us yesterday afternoon. 

It was lovely to see them, and to meet her beautiful son, but it was also hard for me in some ways. 

To sit there watching her playing with her son with so much love in her eyes. To see her holding him close, and able to talk of nothing else except all the new experiences they've had together in the first 11 weeks of his life.  To see his striking resemblance to her, and think that she has created and carried this baby within her own body.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous of her or resentful that she has a child of her own.  In fact it's the exact opposite - I'm filed with joy for her that she has her own little person to bring up. 

It's just the thought that I might not be able to have a child of my own that scares me, and seeing her child really brought it home to me. 

How much I want to be pregnant one day and carry a child of my own. 

How I want to have that heavy but gorgeous round bump that houses my own little one, rather than just a fat fake Endo belly. 

How I want to experience all the pain that child birth brings, as long as at the end of it all when I'm exhausted and have nothing left to give, I can hold that tiny, precious, unique gift from God in my arms. 

How I want to spend hours staring into their deep blue eyes and holding their tiny fingers to try and drink in all their beauty.

Most women want to have a child of their own one day, and it's one of the most important and responsible jobs there is.  It's perfectly natural that I want to have a child of my own as well.

Having Endometriosis and Adenomyosis could bring complications with conceiving and carrying a pregnancy to full term or worse, infertility issues and even though I try not to think about it most days, it creeps in and weighs on my mind.

Every time I take a new medication that disrupts my natural hormone balance I worry about what I'm putting into my body and what potential long term effects it could have on my fertility. 

But at the end of the day, no matter how much my illness and treatments may concern me, I've decided I have to live in the moment.  It's not that I don't care about my fertility, because I definitely do, but if you focus on it all the time it's just going to eat you up inside. 

So I'm just taking everything one day at a time and trying to breathe. Trying to manage my pain and symptoms as best I can, always keeping in the back of my mind my big wish to be a Mum one day.