In life I’ve heard that fear has two meanings…
…I feel like the second one “Face Everything and Rise” best describes how I have faced life with multiple chronic health conditions. While others may see my health issues, surgeries, procedures, tests, etc. as gross and gruesome, for me sharing is accepting and acceptance brings healing. If I seem down at times, that’s okay, I think most people would if they had been diagnosed with the most painful medical condition known to man, along with other incurable diseases, and told they had to live with it the rest of their life because there’s no cure. Grieving the loss of yourself and who you were before chronic illness is just as real as grieving the loss of someone else.
Living with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) and gastroparesis, along with all the symptoms, and co-morbid conditions, I think it’s safe to say that exhaustion doesn’t even begin to describe my energy level, which seems non-existent right now.
February 9, 2019 was one of those more tiring days for me. I had not slept well the night before because my canine sidekick Pepper was very sick. Pepper had lymphoma and I knew it was only a matter of time before he would leave me. I was doing everything in my power to make him comfortable. My nephew and niece were spending the weekend with us while their parents went out to celebrate their anniversary. The three of us spent most of the day February 9, 2019 sitting in the floor holding Pepper with his neck and head fully supported to make it easier for him to breath. As we sat there, we talked about what a good dog Pepper had been for everyone. I talked about how we would miss him and explained that he didn’t have a lot of life left. I was doing my part to prepare my niece and nephew, and me, for what was coming in the next few days. As I sat in the bathroom floor with the two of them and “our” dog, I was trying to hold myself together and support them because I knew they loved Pepper as much as I did. As I was explaining how sick Pepper was, my nephew looked up at me and said, “You do realize we are all dying don’t you?” My first thought was what a deep and bold statement that was for a child 11 years old to make. Then he went on to say, “But you are dying faster, that’s why you have to have that [and he pointed at my picc line].” That last statement hit me like a ton of bricks.
Back in February of 2022, my sister and I were discussing someone from church being sick and somehow we ended up talking about how I wanted my nieces and nephews to watch me live, not watch me die. Thinking of the Tim McGraw song “Live Like You were Dying.” I sent my sister the following in a private message:
She said, “ I was in my early forties, with a lot of life before me, when a moment came that stopped me on a dime. I spent most of the next days looking for the sun rays and talkin’ about the options and talkin’ about sweet time.’ I asked her “When it sank in that this might really be the real end, how’s it hit you when you get that kind of news?” And she said “I went nose diving, I went curve stair lift climbing, I crocheted 2.7 days on a bull named Fumanchu. And I loved deeper, and I spoke sweeter, and I gave forgiveness I’d been denying.” And she said, “Someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.“
Live is a word to describe the way someone spends their life…it is the dash between the two dates in an obituary…its both the ups and downs in life…it’s how you choose to spend your life…it’s how others will remember you. To live like you were dying means to spend your day as if you have no tomorrow. When most people talk about life they often talk about marking items off a bucket list…things they want to accomplish….places they want to go…people they want to meet…etc. For me, I have a list of things I would like to do before l die, but I have accepted that many of these things are currently out of reach given my health. In all honesty, right now I just want to spend my better days with family and friends making memories. However, if I could do all the things I want in life, here’s my “Live Like You Were Dying” list. The ones with checkmarks are the ones I have completed or I’m currently working on. (I’ll post photos of my in progress below the list.)
- ✅Tell the world about my Jesus and be a better me
- ✅Make memories with family and friends
- ✅Quit nose diving (power wheelchair with elevating seat has cut down on the number of times I fall)
- ✅Start stair lift climbing
- ✅Crochet 2.7 days on a bull named Fumanchu
- Make and donate 100 camp critters (crocheted stuffed animals) to nonprofit organizations. (I’m at 33/100)
- Touch the ocean (At 42, I’ve never seen the ocean. I spent the week of my senior trip in the hospital and my siblings went to see the ocean with relatives while I was in the hospital one time)
- Hear Tim McGraw sing “Live Like You Were Dying” in person – I know a concert would put my CRPS pain into overdrive, but just meeting Tim McGraw and giving him Fumanchu would be fun
- Smell the Smoky Mountain fog
- See Niagara Falls
- Go to camp one last time