Lupieliving

living with lupus, day by day, moment by moment

When my lupus flare progressed so rapidly that I was bedbound for months, I bid my time until I was able to join the living.  There were so many things I wanted to do “once I got better.”  While over the years my conditions improved, my body never fully recovered.  I became a spectator in my own life.  Hence, I would attend dinners but never be fully engaged.  I would take my son to the museum but sit back on the bench, on the floor, anywhere, always sitting and watching rather than actively participating.  In almost all the activities I engaged in, I felt like I was “just there” and no more than that.  It would get me down and the frustration shadowed any enjoyment I might feel.  I always felt like this kind of life wasn’t worth living.  After all, being able to participate in life only 10-30% while giving the best parts of myself to pain and illness seemed a fruitless way to live. 

This was absolutely the wrong outlook.  

I only regained my consciousness after about six months of enduring a psychosomatic flare (where my brain was inflamed) in early 2012.  After that, I had to endure the inflammation that wrecked my entire body (heart, lungs, etc.) for the rest of the year.  So it wasn’t until 2013 that I started to slowly regain my life (and my walk).

The last three years of sickness and recovery has been excriciatingly painful.  And I am still on that journey. 

Living life is just hard.  Getting up every morning is hard. Staying home is hard.  Going away is hard.  I try to live my life despite my illnesses but it is just so fucking hard! 

But as we all do at the end of the year, I was feeling reflective and looked back at all the memories I have created in the last three years.  And I was so happy that I did fight everyday to have some semblance of a life.  I was glad that I took my son to Disney World (even though the back story is that I had to rest a lot, skip some of the activities and some times just stay in bed), I’m glad I was able to pack my son lunch (even though I would feel incredibly sick and rest all morning to recover), I’m glad I met with friends (even though I was feeling sick and had to talk myself out of the anxiety), and I’m glad I had date nights with my husband (even though I would usually be sick during our dinner or on our cab ride home).

At the end of the day, I was there! I can’t be there all the time.  And when I’m there, I might not be fully understand engaged, but dammit, I was there, and I think, that is enough.  And I’m going to be happy with that. Here’s to 2016 and more memory making!!! 



3 thoughts on “Just being there, that’s more than enough

  1. sharon says:

    Thank you for continuing to write about the hard parts. Wishing you even more strength in 2016 to just be, and be present, damn the percentages.

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    1. Thank you Sharon!!! Happy New Years and yes, Damon the percentages!

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  2. sharon says:

    Thank you for continuing to write about the hard parts. Hugs

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