Living In The Now

The other day while we were driving to OHSU, the song 7 Years Old, by Lukas Graham  came on the radio. I was trying to distract myself from the upcoming bronchioscope, so I focused on this song. It really resonated with me. For those who aren’t familiar with the song, I’ve included the lyrics at the end of this blog, and the video. It basically talks different stages of life. It starts out with 7 yrs, 11 yrs, 20 yrs, 30 yrs, and finally 60 years old. This made me think about my life.

I had a pretty good childhood. I’d say that 7 years old and 11 were pretty awesome. My teens were trying, but good overall. Typical 20’s and loved my 30’s. I was diagnosed in my late 30’s though. I tend to look back a lot to the times before my diagnosis a lot. I miss those years. Things were easier. I was able to work, and do so many things without such harsh consequences (pain, fatigue, pure exhaustion). In fact, I’d say 2006 to early 2008 were probably my where some of my best memories came from. I co-owned our Real Estate company, which was doing amazing with the economy the way it was. I had all the cool stuff I wanted (Harley, dream truck, house, etc). The kids and I were able to travel a lot. We did a ton of road trips and camping. It was so much fun! I miss it so much. The only thing I wish I could change about that time in our lives, is that my husband Travis had been a part of it.

Although I’ve forgiven people, even myself for things in my past. As much as I try to let go, I always wish I could be the person I was then, now. Well, it’s unfortunately not going to happen, at least not to that extent. I keep having surreal moments where I realize I’m in my 40’s. Where did the time go? I swear I was just turning 30, or even 20! How the heck do I have kids in their 20’s already? They were just babies I swear!!!!

This song hit me pretty hard.I realize that although I can enjoy my memories from the past. I need to focus on now, and the future. I don’t want to be turning 60, and wondering where my 40’s and 50’s went. I need to live in the now. Even if it’s rough. I need to be the best me I can for my family, and live life. I know I still will have days (even several) where I’m not able to do much more than lay in bed, but I need to be a part of life. I can’t look back. I don’t want to regret the next 10 years, year, or even day. I need to make my life matter, illness and all.

7 Years Old

7 Years Old Lyrics, by Lukas Graham: 

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old. My daddy told me,
“Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory,
Just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was twenty years old.
My story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was twenty years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices. They can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once I was twenty years old.
My story got told
I was writing about everything I saw before me
Once I was twenty years old

Soon we’ll be thirty years old,
Our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be thirty years old

I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I’m still sorry

Soon I’ll be sixty years old, my daddy got sixty-one
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit once or twice a month

Soon I’ll be sixty years old,
Will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me?
Soon I’ll be sixty years old

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,
“Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old

 

 

Perfect

Yesterday, I was driving to OHSU for what feels like the millionth time for one of my doctor’s appointment. I’ve been dealing with a lot of things lately. I’ve been flaring for such a long time. It’s a daily struggle sometimes to just breathe. I keep trying so hard to keep pushing myself to get well. I’m so hard on myself and I stress myself out because I feel so bad for not being able to live the life I once lived. I’ve tried to let go and adapt to my new lifestyle, but it really is tough. I used to be so fun. I used to be spontaneous. Once, my kids told me we were in a rut when I got home from work on a Thursday night. I gave them fifteen minutes to pack a bag and get in the truck, and we drove for 10 hours straight through to Reno for the weekend (I checked the weather and it was the closest place to us with SUNSHINE that weekend). I used to be able to get on my Harley, and just ride the day away. Oh such freedom. Now, I don’t have my Harley, I lost it along with everything else. I’d love to think I will get one again some time, but in all honesty, with my disease, I won’t be able to ride one on my own again. I don’t have the strength, and my vision, and dizziness will just not allow it. I used to wake up and walk two miles at the track in my hometown each morning before work. Then, my daughter and I would meet my cousins at the gym and work out at night. I used to reward myself with tanning afterwards, but due to meds I can’t even do that (which I know it’s not healthy, but boy does it feel good to be tan and look healthy). In fact, I looked at myself in the mirror yesterday, and was stunned. I’ve gained so much weight with Prednisone, and since my troubles in August, I’ve gained even more. I need to eat healthy, but I’m to exhausted to cook, so we just keep easy to eat foods, which are so bad! My hair is now coming in white. I want to color it, but my arms hurt too bad to do that right now. In fact, just pulling a blanket up onto myself is so painful. Twice this week I was in bed all day, and had to wait for my daughter to get home from school because I was in so much pain it hurt to go downstairs and get food. It’s a horrible feeling. I do have days that I feel like, what is the point of this life now? However, I instantly know that my husband, children, and granddaughter are the reasons I continue to go on. I’m so blessed to have them.

So yesterday, as I was driving (I don’t drive very often at all anymore) to OHSU, all of these thoughts were going through my head, as they do constantly. On the radio, Pink’s song Perfect came on. The lyrics hit me hard.

“You’re so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices, in your head. Make them like you instead. So complicated. Look how we all make it. Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.”

It really resonated with me. Instantly, I wanted to go back to the way things were. I wanted to like myself again. I had a bit of hope. I wanted to go do normal things. I want SO BAD to go do normal things! Then, just like every other person with a chronic illness, I remembered my limitations. I can’t go do those things because my body is riddled with pain and fatigue. I’m nauseous and dizzy all the time. I get winded just walking up the stairs, slowly….sideways because I my hips and knees hurt to much to walk one foot at a time. I get winded just walking into my doctors offices, to the bathroom, or anywhere. Even if I started slowly, and walked a block, and then next week added two blocks, and so on until I was walking those two miles again, it’s not going to happen. Not because I’m not motivated, but because I have such a stupid small airway, and the pain cripples me. I make plans to start new little exercises every week. Most nights I get a burst of hope for a few and I get excited and think YES I will go for that small walk tomorrow. Then I end up waking up to my new reality, and I’m lucky to shower that day. It’s such an evil cycle. I’m not trying to be down, it’s just how it has been. I am going to go see an physical therapist soon. I am always going to keep trying to be the best me I can be. However, I am going to try to not be so hard on myself. I need to like myself again, even if it is as a sick person. I need to celebrate the little achievements and not be so mean to myself. I’d NEVER talk the way I do to myself to a friend or even a stranger!

So here is to celebrating those little things…even if it’s as simple as I put on sweats and moved from the bed to the couch and FINALLY wrote an entry in my blog for the first time since January! Cheers!

PS…I’d really like to thank my family for helping me so much. Especially these past few months. It’s been extra rough. My husband has been so patient and understanding, and helpful. My 13 yr old daughter is amazingly helpful. My mother comes to help me. Also my son has paid for us to have a wonderful lady come and clean the house each week. One of our cheer mom’s has graciously given my daughter a ride to cheer every Monday and Wednesday for months now. We have the best family, friends and cheer family. You are all appreciated! It also meant the world to me that for the Superbowl, our friends had us over. I felt so miserable that day, but Travis got me up and ready, and over to their couch. Thank you ALL for being so understanding and helpful!!! So much love for you all.

 

Learning to be Flexable During a Flare. 

I had great expectations for today. I was going to write a fantastic blog, and run a bunch of errands. I suppose I should be happy I accomplished getting out the door this morning. McKenna and I filled up the gas tank, picked up her charger from one of her besties houses, and even went to “the office” for an hour. I did get the pictures of the car wash we had for !mpact up on facebook, but that’s where my day fell apart. 

Even though I haven’t had chemo for seven months, it’s still in my body doing it’s job. Add in the prednisone, gabapentin, and other meds, and it’s a wonder I can function at all. Today, I couldn’t remember my passwords. I couldn’t login to my blog. After fourth minutes of anguish, I realized it wasn’t my password, it was the login I had wrong. Ugh!

 We only had a limited time today, because McKenna is going on a picnic with some new friends that are house sitting nearby. The plan was to drop her off and run my errands, but as most of you living with a chronic illness know, you have to be flexable. My brain feels like it’s detached. I’m achy all over. I felt like I shouldn’t even be driving with my unfocused mind.  So now, I’m in bed, sweats on, bra off, and writing this un-epic blig post. I wish I had more energy and could do everything I used to do, but for now I’ll rest. 

The Price of Eating Clean

It’s one of those damned if you do, damned if you don’t things. Around the first of May I began to eat Paleo. I’m sticking to it fairly well, making very little exceptions. My intentions were to eat clean and try to get rid of as much inflammation as possible, the 15 lbs. weightloss has just been a bonus. 

I’ve been a yo-yo dieter my entire adult life. This time has been different though. Instead of looking at it as a diet, it’s a lifestyle change. Also, I don’t feel like I’m depriving myself of anything. I’m not counting calories, I’m looking at labels. I’m aware of what I’m eating, and where it comes from. It’s been super easy for me. I don’t miss my old life style at all. I think the main difference this time is that when I eat, I think about how the good is going to make me feel. I know processed food makes me lethargic. Usually, at about the two week mark of a diet, I justify cheating on it. “Oh, I’ve been so good. This bread won’t matter.”  Then, I’m back to my old ways. This time, I don’t want to feel crappy, so I just don’t eat bread. I’ve cut out dairy, grains, and most carbs. 

My taster has changes as well. I never liked dark chocolate before, and now I find it delightful. I eat a lot of veggies and fruits now too. 

I also always thought eating clean would be very expensive. It’s not. I’m finding we spending less on food. 

So back to my damned if I do, damned if I don’t; I am in love with spinach salads all of a sudden. I actually look forward to eating them. My problem is that I think they cause horrible gas. My poor tummy. Just when I find myself eating right and feeling better, I dealing with this embarrassing side effect! Oh well, I can always blame it on the dog.  

A New Way of Living 

Yesterday, my youngest, McKenna and I drove two hours east to The Dalles, my hometown. Almost all of my family still live there, plus the majority of my close friends. It was great to go back and visit. We originally went there to sell raffle tickets and event tickets to my daughters all star cheer fundraisers. The plan was to get there around 11am, and leave around 6pm. We ended up not leaving until well after 9pm. I was, and still am exhausted. I couldn’t just stay the night, because all of my meds were at home. In order to drive, I couldn’t take my pain pill.  It was a tough few hours towards the end, but we managed. 

You see,  I’ve had to learn to listen to my body. Even though I like to ignore that I’m sick, I have to strategize my plans around my illness. I had planned ahead for yesterday’s trip. I knew I had to rest the day before. Sometimes, for bigger events, I have to rest up for a few days to prepare. Then, depending on how the event goes, and what it is, I have to plan a few days, and even on some occations, weeks to recoup. It sucks, it sucks bad. 

Luckily, yesterday I just drove in to town, dropped my dog at the Pink Poodle to get groomed, and stopped at my my bothers house and visited a while. Then we went to my moms for dinner,  and then my daughters to visi. It was pretty low key. I had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before, (I was still pissed about the comments made to me on Tuesday about if I’d just be more active my disease wouldn’t be so bad. I had a rough time letting this go. I deal with so much guilt already, I don’t need other people making me feel like crap too. Plus I was excited to see my family and friends.) so I was very tired by late afternoon. Once we got home last night, I was still wound up, and in pain. I didn’t fall asleep until about 2am this morning, but I had the luxury of sleeping in until 10 am this morning. I am still hurting today, but we made it to the library (aka my new office). McKenna is diligently working on her math, and I am blogging. 

Due to this disease, I do try to plan my weeks with just one or two events. When we have big events, like our recent trip to Anahiem for All Star Cheer Nationals and Disneyland, I rested up for a week, and then crashed for a few weeks after we returned. The same thing happend at a Christmas. Now that I know this, I plan for it.  I just get so tired and fatigued after a big event. I really push myself to be as normal as possible. I want to keep up with everyone. I don’t want to hold anyone back because I have to take it slow. This new way of living has been an adjustment for our entire family, but we are learning to make it work.  

One of the best  things that I have found helpful to help others understand is The Spoon Theory. If you haven’t heard if it, I highly suggest googling it and reading the story. It really resonates with people suffering from all kinds of illnesses. 

I would love to hear from other people how they handle plans and big events. Please leave your ideas in the comments. 

Projection…

A few doctors appointments ago, it was brought to my attention that I tend to project my feelings onto others. Since then, I’ve been blown away at how of often I do this, and for how long I’ve been doing it. Just to get us all on the same page, projection is a self- defense mechanism characteristerised by a person unconsciously attributing their own issues oneto someone as a form of denial. I ve always thought I was prettybuntune with my thoughts and view of myself. I was wrong. 

I know that the projection started around the time I got sick. For one thing, I feel crappy that I don’t feel good enough to do things, but I also feel judged because I can’t do what I used to do. I am sure there are those that are judging me, but I know that these aren’t my actual friends. My friends and family know me well enough to know that I do my best, to be my best. They know who I was before I got sick, and how bad I want to be that person again. (And how aware I am, that being that person again is almost impossible, but I can do my best to get close.)

I suppose my advice to myself is to let the haters hate, who cares about them. I need to love myself and as long as I’m doing that, things will be alright. I just need to remind myself to do that daily, and I need to forgive myself. Now, that’s a who other topic! 

Here it goes…

First off, I feel like I should have some sort of music of anticipation playing as I write this. Instead, I’m sitting here quietly in the library. How the the heck did we get here? Another lifetime ago, I’d never see myself sitting in a library to use their wifi. I’ve always been a hard working, active person. In fact, when I was single, men used to tell me I was to intimidating to date. I had my own successful real estate business, my own house, a new Dodge Ram, a new Chevy Aveo for my daughter, and a Harley Davidson. I had three kids that were very independent. We traveled all the time, and had a lot of fun. I didn’t really need a man, but I was lonely. I wish I knew then, what I know now. I’d not have been in such a rush to find someone and leave my happy lifestyle. However, I was in a rush. I was lonely. I joined eharmoney.com, match.com, and any other .com’s I could. I went on a few dates, but kept talking to this one guy in Idaho. He was a christian, and I liked that. We dated a short while before deciding we wanted to live together. However, he didn’t want to live in sin. I was on board, so we got married. This was a huge mistake for both of us. Just after the first few weeks I knew it was a bad thing, but I’d given my house and business up.  I couldn’t go back.  For the next three years, we lived a very boring, sad life. Unfortunately, my kids did too. I lost all my things, my bike, my truck, my daughters car, and my self esteem. I finally a had enough and decided to end the marriage.  

After I moved out, I met someone, my husband now.  He has saved my life. Literally, and figuratively. Travis and I met after he finished going to Northwest Lineman school in Meridian, Idaho. He was working with a company that had him traveling a lot, and so we only saw each other once a month or so.  I’d never believed in love at first sight, but that is what it was with us. Just within the first week we knew each other, we both knew we were meant to be. Both of our marriages had recently ended, and so the timing was right for us to start our new life together.  He got a job that transferred him to Texas. He moved down in January of 2012, and I followed, along with two of my kids in March. We lived in West Texas for the next two years. It had it’s ups and downs.  We were only able to see his son once during that time, which was very tough on both Travis and his son. I was diagnosed with a rare, serious autoimmune disease called Wegener’s Granulomatosis.  I had to undergo surgeries, and chemotherapy. My mom, and my oldest daughter had to come stay with us a few times to help out. It finally was very clear that we needed to move back to the Pacific Northwest to be closer to our families. 

Even though Travis was making a good income in Texas, the cost of living was taking it all. I was working for Aflac, and doing very well, for as sick as I was. When Travis got the opportunity to move to Idaho, we jumped at it.  It took all of our savings to move back. His new job was not what it was said to be, which is what we’ve found to be true with most jobs in the Lineman field. We were back to square one, and a bit scared. Within a few weeks, my super-husband had a found his new career path, in his old career field as glazier and installing automatic doors.  We made plans to move again, from Idaho to Oregon. 

I’m so glad we did. Although things are bit different than we’d planned, we are finally on the right track. I have a great team of doctors at OHSU. To save money, we bought a new RV to live in. One of my best friends let us park it at her place, and we did that for nine months. When she moved, we moved it to Travis’ best friends place, and are currently there. We are waiting to buy a fixer-upper this summer. This will be our new fresh start. Once again we will have a home of our own. Eventually, will have our dream cars/trucks/toys again. We will rebuild our lives together. I try to think of it like an adventure. It may not seem glamorous, but it will interesting.