My mom has this phrase... "Anyone can get an A once, but keeping an A? That is hard work." That is the best phrase I can think of to relate to maintaining a positive outlook.
I think being positive for a moment or an hour is easy; repeating some inspirational quote you read online that rings true. Or having a phrase on your phone as a reminder; having a quote of the day on your desk.
But let's just call a spade a spade. Feeling positive from a quote is short-lived. But staying positive all the time? Hard... very hard. And somedays are much harder than others.
When it comes to having a chronic illness that has no treatment (yet), some days are so much more challenging than I expect. We have all had bad days or weeks or even months that overwhelm us with some feelings of hopelessness. But remaining positive when each day feels so different, yet so same, as the day before, well, that's another matter.
I get through those days because I believe in embracing those feelings, whether positive or negative; no matter the cause. Have a pity party. Worry about tomorrow... Live in the pity party. Eat that tub of ice cream...binge-watch your favorite series. Stay in sweats for two days... whatever it takes.
But when the "balloons of your party" have fallen to the ground, the ice cream is gone, .... its's time to get back up and try again. I remind myself that it's about not giving up on the long haul. It's about the bigger picture. I think of the people who give to the Foundation because they intuitively know that the unknown is always scary and fear can be paralyzing at times.
Truth be told, an unknown timeline with my disease gives my fighting spirit and confidence more than I bargained for. "Keeping the A" is so much harder than I ever thought it would be. I don't believe I give myself an A everyday. Sometimes it's a B- or a C+ because it's all that I can muster.
But I can never allow my fear to outweigh my faith that the unknown timeline may hold positive outcomes. So I sketch my picture and never give up on "keeping my A".
With the end of summer here and the wonderful beginning of autumn, the season change brings many mixed emotions for me.
August is the month of my father's birthday and also the anniversary of his death. I feel those days so intensely now that this disease has made its presence known in my own body.
What I wouldn't give to have 1 day to sit beside him?
I am not sure that I would ask him about his disease or even what body part failed him first or what path it took... I think I would ask him what he would have done differently.... Tell him all the things that I could have used his guidance on.
Laugh with him.
You know sometimes, it's the small things that really hit me the hardest; like I don't know what my father's laugh sounded like. He had spent so much time in the hospital and was trached (the hole in your throat) for most of my life and what time I spent with him, that he would slap his knee and kinda move back and forth in his chair to emphasize his laughter. (The reason his trach matters is physically speaking, he would have had to plug the hole with his finger to prevent the air from escaping through it in order for the air to move through his vocal cords to enable an actual sound of laughter).
But my husband and I chose to get married in the month of August because we thought we needed to add some positivity to the month. It was just too much sadness for one person to carry, so this past August we celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary.
September has always been fun for me as it has my birthday- woohoo!- and the seasons start to change. From the warm and humid to the cool and crisp accompanied by the colorful fall foliage just makes my soul feel at home.
However, since I was diagnosed, my birthday makes me wonder what the next year brings. What abilities will I have this time next year? Will I still walk without assistance? Get up from a chair without someone lifting me? Continue to work in a career that I have loved my entire life? Or will my body tell me I am just kidding myself? Will the memories we all think we have time to make only become one I can dream of? Will progress be made that can slow this disease? Will any answers have become clear? Any solutions or ideas?
And then I look at my children who keep me on my toes, both mentally and physically, and realize that they deserve a mom who will embrace life to the best of her ability, no matter what device gets me there. My husband deserves a wife who he can enjoy life with, no matter how many times he has to carry me to get there. My parents deserve a daughter who exemplifies the fighting- never give up- have your down days but dust your jeans off and get back up- spirit that they tirelessly fought to teach me. A sister who is going to grow old to tease my brother as siblings are supposed to. A friend who will smuggle your favorite alcoholic beverage into your nursing home so we can celebrate our 50 years of friendship.
So yes... it appears that with all things in life, no matter what you have going on, it seems like there is double edged sword ready... waiting around the corner.
Unless you choose to grab it by the handle.
It's hard for me to believe that September is just around the corner. It's been such a strange time. You will all remember that at this time, our towns, cities, states, and country are battling the COVID-19 virus. The TVs are showing the lonely death stricken people face, strapped to respirators because their muscles just can't do the work needed to keep the patient breathing on his/her own. All because a treatment or a cure hasn't yet been found for this terrible disease. But there is hope, because so much money is being put toward finding one or both of those!
As I looked at those pictures, I was reminded of my ex-husband's last years of life... and thinking about how that is how my Casey will end up: no treatments, no cures. And what's worse, is that no one is even looking.
I asked Siri for some data on other forms of MD that you may be familiar with such as Duchenne's (considered rare with 1/3,500 male births worldwide...0.0288%. You may have also heard of Limb-Girdle MD, that strikes between 1/14,500 to 1/123,000. In each case, Siri was able to find data on the National Organization of Rare Diseases website.
But when I asked Siri to find data on Hereditary Myopathy with Early Respiratory failure, information from NORD didn't even show up on the registered rare disease site. In fact, the only page with any information was found on the NIH page, that I had them put up because it wasn't listed there either.
Despite all the odds working against us, I continue to feel optimistic about raising the funds necessary to get the three researchers started on Casey's Cure. I believe that the community will support her necessary research, because they'd want us to do if for one of their own.
Here's a video I made, to help you see my point of view: https://vimeo.com/gpsstudios/review/451265392/9d213fbee2
Please give so my daughter can live.
Don't let anyone tell you it can't be done...
SEPTEMBER 9, 2019
Well, today was one of the first events in constructing our Wellstar promotional campaign. Patricia R, Wellstar's Public Relations Director in LaGrange, GA, arranged a photo-shoot of me with my family. The backdrop was beautiful and the terrain surreal. Until the challenges that the average person does not see become quite visible. And so... my support system! What you may not know is that muscular dystrophy begins with the smallest changes; ones that are barely noticeable to just about anyone but me. Well, except for my family. They notice the small changes in my walk, the increasing struggles I have with picking up things that I've dropped onto the floor. (The bending isn't as hard; it's the getting up part that's hard... and gets increasingly harder bit by bit.) Sometimes I feel guilty having and using my Handicapped Hanger when I shop. What you see is that I have a bit of trouble getting out of the car, but it's not something that may really catch your eye. You probably notice me, after I've parked, walking away from the car. I look like I walk pretty well! "Heck", you say, "Why does she have a handicapped parking spot? She looks okay to me!" What you don't see is how hard it is for me to pick up my legs to walk; how hard it is for me to keep my knees from buckling. Or the pain that comes from the strain on my knees and back because my muscles in the lower half of my body are failing.m I admit, I can make it look like I'm just like everyone else... What you don't know... is how hard it is for me to do that... So... back to my support system... I've been able to hold it together for the last 2 1/2 years. I've been able to keep up with the house work, shopping, dinner, laundry, homework, football games... but all that has changed. Dinner time became a bigger and bigger stressor for me and my family. In a two working parent household, someone (I'll let you ladies guess who...) is generally in charge of getting dinner together. But week by week, it became harder and harder for me to do that. You see, I'm a nurse in a busy pulmonary office by day. And I take great pride in my work. I work with a great team and feel that it's my obligation to be sure that the patient schedule I'm responsible for runs as smoothly as it did before my m.d. And the patient schedule ran as seamlessly as possible. I always want my patients to come to the office and see someone who was focused on them, who made them the priority and left them feeling like someone cared. As you may suspect, many of them are critically ill and as a nurse, I have vowed to do my best to help my patients, and their loved ones, through their most difficult times. As you can imagine, it was a tiring goal even on the best of days... but now... my will is as strong, but my might is not. Coming home to the chaos of no dinner with a hungry family facing an exhausted mom was just becoming... too much. I am fortunate enough to have a mom and step-dad (Bob) who love all of us enough to leave their lives in New Jersey and come to Georgia to help out. Between us, we've divided up the weekday dinner schedule: Hubby takes dinner on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday are Mom & Bob days; Wednesday is Joshua, my oldest son's day and Friday, Saturday and Sunday? Well, that's a toss up! We enjoy the weekend without the weekday exhaustion. Joshua also cleans the house on Wednesday's and occasionally, mom comes down and hits up the bathroom for me. I grocery shop on line and drive-in/pick up to help me manage the weekly food grind. All in all.. .... I'm lucky to have such a great net around us. It lets me spend my energy on the things are important to me. And my family is at the heart of it all.