Out of control

Generally, we all like to have some control over our lives. One thing that TN doesn't allow me to have, just like any other illness, is to have control over how I feel physically. It doesn't allow me to have control over how severe an attack is, though I can try to avoid triggers, I still can't decide when I'll have an attack and when not.

I do not have control over how I will feel in the morning, even if I did go to sleep with low pain levels. I do not have control over how much pain I will have by the time I get to work, even if I was able to wash, brush my teeth and get dressed without attacks. 

I think you get my drift.

Having a diagnosis of a progressive condition, one without a curative treatment, means that I have had to learn that there is a lot that I can no longer control. I have no control over how much it has progressed in the last 5 months.
It has been, and continues to be, a very difficult thing to deal with. As a result, I have found that I try to hold onto as much control as possible in areas of my life where I still have it. Certain aspects of work, being able to choose not to take medication that isn't working, selecting a procedure after I have researched it and discussed it at length with the specialists.... these are all things that I have control over. 

In a way, this is why it is so irritating and at times, infuriating, for someone to say something like, "but you were fine yesterday/earlier." It is extremely frustrating to have simple things that I should and can still do, being taken away from me because others feel that they are either more capable or are fed up with waiting for me to deliver on a promise where in the past I would have done it much quicker. I am not saying that I still expect to, or want to do everything I could before. I am however, finding that I am asking those in my life more and more to at least talk to me about their ideas of issues that affect me. To take away my decision making ability when I still have it, is by far, the most hurtful thing that has happened since my diagnosis and the progression of this disease. 

So, for those, who like me, are struggling to hold on to the seemingly simple matters in life.....carry on. Keep that control, even if your body has decided to take so much away from you. For those who have to live with, and interact with us, remember, this physical condition, though it has its' psychological effects, does not take away my ability to think and reason as I did before. I can still have a reasonable, logical conversation with you (assuming I am able to talk on that day) or email discussion. My disease might reside in my head, physically, but it has not taken full control of it and/or its' contents.

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Randomly musing and missing being part of your life

A good friend recently said something to me that makes perfect sense, but yet, is something I have struggled to accept since becoming ill. People generally stay away from someone with an invisible illness, not because they don't care, but because they feel helpless to help the person they care about.

This makes sense. I know it does. On a purely logical level, I do understand. This is something that I have heard so many in the support groups cry and vent about. Family members who no longer invite you to gatherings, friends who don't invite your kids out to play with theirs, friends/family who no longer visit.

It is so extremely difficult to deal with. I have always been a home-body. Not necessarily someone to go out and party. What I have always done though, is enjoy spending time just being with family and close friends. I miss that. I have had to adjust to being a hermit for most of the week with a maximum of 2 days out of the week where I have to be in the office. Even that has become difficult, with more sick leave these days than before.

I have had colleagues, friends and family all say the words "I wish there was something I could do" to me recently. I do too. I wish there was something I could tell you to do. I wish I knew what would help. BUT, because I don't know what will work, and neither do the very qualified, highly specialised doctors, I do not have a straight answer to that statement. What I do know though, is that 'something' you may wish to do for the chronic pain warrior in your life, is just to be there. Coming to visit, even if it's just sitting and watching tv with me would be awesome. Sending a short message just to say hi, making sure meetings are not unnecessarily long.....those are 'somethings' in my book.

I have slowly, but very surely, felt my friends pull away. Colleagues and friends may be frustrated at my limitations, and I understand that. Just imagine how frustrated I am? How frustrated I am to have to plan my day to make sure that I do not have to brush my teeth too close to having to be in a moving vehicle because the combination would cause too much pain? Imagine how frustrated I am to have to avoid work gatherings that are in a place with too many windows/air conditioning/outside?
I know it must be irritating at times for you too. Irritating to have to hear about my pain all the time. Just imagine how irritating it must be to have absolutely no control over how much pain I may be in, over when an attack will hit.

Think of it this way, if someone had to break their arm today. Would you give them all the manual labour that needs to be done around the office/in the home? Would you tell them to get over it, pray the fracture away, deal with it because it isn't a terminal illness? Tell them to stop wearing a cast/sling to show everyone that their arm was broken? Would you stop being their friend for something that they did not have control over? I have heard statements to my face and behind my back, all to this effect. I don't expect pity, I don't expect my friends and family to be constantly asking me if I'm in pain (I always am). What I do ask for, and I am sure others with TN ask for the same, is for you just to be there. Just understand that this is scary for me too. I feel helpless and without any hope most days, and it would be awesome if you you said the same to me too, because then we could figure it out together.  For now though, unless I make the effort to contact many friends/extended family members, I have had to accept that their absence from my life is something I will have to live with. I just sincerely hope that it is because they don't know how to not be able to fix me. I don't want to think of the alternative, because that is a whole other post. A post about those who no longer want to be in your life because you can no longer help/do for them what you did before.....


To my fellow TN warriors, may the elephant on your face be gentle today, if not, may he go to sleep really, really soon.

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I'm okay

There's a popular spoonie who goes by the name of Mrs Welches on social media. She regularly posts pictures and posters that resonate with me. Today I saw one that I am sharing here explaining what it means when we say, "I'm okay."

I would like to elaborate on what that means to me, since its invariably my response to a "how are you" these days.

I'm....
Overwhelmed
Killing myself
Angry

Yearning

I am Overwhelmed  by the effects that TN has had on my life. Overwhelmed by the pain, the constant, excruciating, ever increasing pain. I am overwhelmed by the decisions that I find myself needing to make regarding my life, my future, my identity. I'm often overwhelmed just at the thought of having to do simple tasks, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, opening the front door when I can see that the wind is blowing outside.

I am Killing myself daily. Not literally, but figuratively. I am killing myself just trying to work for more than one day at a time. I'm killing myself trying to push through the pain on days when the kids need me to be there for them, helping with homework, going to a performance, supporting them at an event. I'm killing myself emotionally, trying to be strong until the kids go to bed each night just to give them a sense of normalcy.  It may be hard to believe, but it is killing my soul just knowing that I'm losing my ability to fight through the pain as well as I may have done last week, because this week is just so much harder and I know that next week will be worse.

I am Angry! I am filled with rage at this body that I possess. I am no longer as angry as I was before with doctors or colleagues or people in my life for not understanding and believing me. I'm angry at this disease. I'm angry because of what it has taken from me. I'm angry because I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't talk....when the pain is at a maximum. I'm angry that it takes from me simple and important pleasures, like physical intimacy with my husband, kisses from my kids or my parents, long conversations with good friends. I'm seriously, dangerously, angry right now. The anger obviously is the only thing that fuels me enough to go on some days, but anger of this intensity can't be good.

I am yearning for so many things. I'm yearning for the me that I was before all this started. I'm yearning for the dreams that I have had to give up on and for clarity in making new ones and having the courage to attempt to achieve. I'm yearning for a few minutes, seconds even, of relief. Most people with classic TN do not have constant pain, unfortunately, I am one of the many who do. I am yearning for a night of uninterrupted sleep. I'm yearning, and aching, for comfort for my husband and kids as every attack and flare breaks their hearts in so many visible ways. I'm yearning for a cure for all of us who suffer this horrible fate.

So if you ask me today, how I am doing. I can honestly say, I'm okay. I like Mrs Whelches description and explanation of what she means when she says it, this however is mine. My explanation can't fit onto a poster, and I believe that hers might not either. BUT, I am grateful for those like her who dare to say the things that resonate so well with all of us suffering with invisible, chronic, illnesses and pain. I'm proud to be a fellow spoonie with her and continue to make it my mission to educate and inform others about it through my own social media presence. Some days though, I'm just okay  and those are truly the days that I find it harder than most to fulfill that mission.

For my fellow TN fighters, warriors we may be, but remember, it's ok not to lie when asked how you are today, it really is ok for you to be  okay. 

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Dear Dr X - an open letter to health professionals dealing with chronic pain

Dear Doctor X (insert other health professional as it applies)

Today I feel that I need to let you know what is on my mind. I studied and worked as a health professional and still work in that field, albeit, in education now. So before I say what is on my mind, please know that it is done with respect and a certain level of understanding of your world.

As students, you are taught the physiology and anatomy of a disease. It is impossible for you to know everything about every illness, I know that. You did however, I hope, enter this field to help bring relief to those in pain or poor health. You do this, often under difficult circumstances and with a very tired mind and body. If I may be as bold as to offer you some advice, please let me do so:

1. A patient with a chronic, rare, incurable disease needs understanding. That is a fact and imperative if there is to be any success in treatment. You may not ever truly understand the pain that this person is experiencing, and I sincerely hope you never do. But please try and understand the frustration and despair that they enter your office with.
2. You are intelligent and well educated, but that does not mean that you can assume you know exactly what all the symptoms are of this disease. It does not mean that because you were taught that chronic pain conditions may be psychosomatic, that this case is that. It does not mean that because this patient does not fit into the textbook picture of the disease, that they do not have it. Do me a favour, use the technology available to do a quick search on the research going on out there on the disease. It will help your patient to know that you are interested in finding out how best to help them way more than if you say "I have been practicing for years and have not heard of that symptom," OR "Because you don't respond to the medication decided upon 20 years ago, there is NOTHING else I can prescribe."
3. On the subject of research. Please understand that thanks to technology, many of the patients you see with these conditions, have done a lot of research. Please refrain from being condescending by assuming I am using WebMD and Yahoo Answers to find out information about my illness. I am not an idiot. I am not gullible. I look for scientific studies on a daily basis, hoping that today will be the day that someone has published a new treatment option. I am not alone in this, MOST of us do this. You may find that your patient will come to you with those studies in their bag, but unless you seem open to finding out new scientific information, that research article that was printed out, will walk out the door with the patient.
4. We are, generally, NOT drug seekers. Asking you for a prescription for a medication that has helped in the past, or helped someone else that I have come across with the condition, does not make me a drug seeker. Yes, many of the drugs we can take do have addictive possiblities, but that doesn't mean you have the right to say to me : "No, that is very addictive and WILL NOT help for your pain" and walk away. It is hurtful to hear and adds to the despair. Perhaps you have another treatment option as a suggestion. If not, please read no. 2 in this letter.
5. Your comments about maintaining quality of life to a patient who has had the rug pulled out from under them in a heartbeat is appreciated. Please though, try to understand this. Just because I am still employed or am able to look after my family does not mean that I have the same quality of life that I had or that I believe I deserve. My visits to you and many others in your profession are part of my life. As a result, quality of life for me includes the quality of care I receive from you. If that is not at a high level, if I am not longer able to work with the same efficiency I once did, if my kids have had to grow up way before their time because I am not able to do what I did for them......then I feel that I do not have a good quality of life. So to those in your profession who say " I can't do anything more for you, let's try to maintain your quality of life", please understand exactly what that means.
6. Finally, it is unacceptable, completely and utterly, unacceptable, to expect that you know more than I do about my own symptoms. Symptoms, by definition, is a subjective thing. There are signs of an illness that are objective, but only I can tell you what I am feeling. So please, I am begging you (and I've actually used these words), when I say do not touch my face to 'check my sensation', don't do it. It is excruciating. If I was able to put up with it, I would rather have my daughters kiss me on the cheek....that is worth it. I would rather have my husband stroke my face, but when you decide that you're not sure if what I am telling you about my body, my symptoms is true and you then decide to elicit the exact symptom that I have just described to you as being unbearable, don't act all surprised when I scream, cry and attempt to inflict pain on you with a slap or a kick.

Dr X, I sincerely hope that you take this in the light with which it is written. I appreciate your compassion and care for all your patients, including me. I understand your frustration at not being able to provide a quick fix for me. If you are still around and willing to be my physician even after you're out of ideas and are simply able to manage my care with follow-ups to ensure my records are up to date, I applaud you. Believe me, we go through so many of your colleagues because they simply show us the door when we are too complex for them. 

There is much more I would like to say, and I am sure that I will find the words and courage to do so one day, but for now, Dr X, thank you for your time in reading this. I sincerely hope that if there are other doctors reading it, that they are some of those who DON'T need to read these words and that one day you will also say, 'that used to be me.' Also know that it is my goal to spread awareness about what chronic pain, specifically, Trigeminal Neuralgia does to a person, so I will stand by what I have said here. I will also be working hard to change the minds of the medical insurance companies and my colleagues in the way we educate your future colleagues - So, I am not only targeting you.

Sincerely

Lianne

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HOPE, No ... Give me TIME

It has been a few days since I wrote anything, and with good reason. I have spent the past few days dealing with pain and disappointment of yet another treatment option not working by trying not to think about it at all, finding distraction where I can. This has me thinking about the word HOPE. I hear it on a daily basis now, " I hope you are feeling better today", "We hope that the new treatment or surgical procedure works", "All you can do is have hope and faith that it will work out."

Early on in the process of trying to find support online from others with Trigeminal Neuralgia, I found out that chronic pain sufferers use the word HOPE as an acronym, Hold On, Pain Ends.

Really? How?

How is this pain going to end? How can this pain end when there is no known cure or long term treatment, yet? When healthcare professionals question our symptoms? When we are treated as drug seekers just because we go from one doctor to the next to try and get relief? When trying to find help requires time and finances that we don't have anymore?

How am I supposed to be positive in the way I think about how my life has changed when those changes have forced me to give up on dreams and aspirations for my career, friendships and relationships? How can I hold onto HOPE when I keep on being shown the door as yet another surgeon or specialist says, ' sorry, there's nothing else I can do?'

Every time I have asked myself these questions in the last week, I think about something I heard. A short while ago, I watched an episode of "Grey's Anatomy" in which one of the characters has been diagnosed with a supposed inoperable brain tumor. Now I know that the medicine on the show is not exactly science and don't watch it for that, but rather as a show I really love. What hit home in the episode was a monologue by that character after being told that a colleague felt that she could successfully remove the tumor: "Can you name the single worst most malignant symptom of terminal cancer? It's hope. It's recurrent, and it keeps creeping back in no matter how many times it gets ripped apart … And every time the hope goes, it takes chunks of you with it, until you can only find comfort in the one thing that you know you can count on: that this thing is going to kill you."

Please DO NOT think that I am equating Trigeminal Neuralgia to terminal cancer.  The point I am trying to make is that HOPE, for me, is like that. It's the worst possible thing I could have right now. 

Do you know why? 

I have spent thousands of Rands seeing specialists, taking medication, having tests, having two surgicial procedures in the past year. With each Rand spent, with each doctors visit, with each test or procedure or new medication prescribed....do you know what came with that? Yes, HOPE. Now, after both surgical procedures have failed to relieve my symptoms, even for a single day, I can tell you that I do not have HOPE. I cannot Hold On until this Pain Ends. If I did, I would probably allow myself to sink into a serious state of depression that would allow me to reach the point of submission to my pain and ignore my guilt about wanting to end it all. If I continue to hold on to the HOPE that the post-op visit to the surgeon tomorrow will bring me anything more than a " well, I told you there was a chance it wouldn't work" coming from across the table...then I am an idiot. I would be an idiot to think that being HOPEful that this pain will end is going to be around the corner.

So now what? How can I get up every day and go about my life? Well, I don't know. I don't know how I get up and how I will go back to work next week. I don't know how I will find the strength to make it through the next bad attack. What I do know is, I'm still here. Even if the rest of the world (i.e. my friends/acquaintances/colleagues) has become tired of me sharing my story, of raising awareness, of 'complaining' about my pain....my family is still here. We have adjusted to a different way of living. We are pushing through the difficult times and emotions this causes for our daughters and for our marriage. I'm still here. I don't know how, but I am. 

One day, I know, I will again find the courage to fight and look for another option in my treatment. Today though, that is not going to happen. I need time to adjust to this new level of pain. I need time to deal with the fact that my HOPES have been shattered yet again. 

So with this I say, give me time. This Is Momentarily Excruciating, but those moments are coming in thick and fast right now. So give me TIME to deal with it. I may not respond to messages or calls, because it is hard for me to respond to a "how are you" with an " I'm fine/ok".  I just need TIME. 



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Before you throw in the towel...

Before you throw in the towel
Before you give in to the pain
Before you decide to end it all
I have a few things I'd like to say

Have you shared your love with someone today?
Did you share your story today with another who needed to hear it?
Were the last moments you had with a child/spouse/loved one spent doing something special?
Do you have an idea of exactly what contribution you have made to the lives of those around you?

Did you notice that your loving hug/touch made him smile?
Did they thank you for sharing your story and appreciate it sincerely?
The joy of that special moment, did you notice how it made the sun shine brighter?
Can you really not see that without you here, there are some people who will not be fully developed into their best selves?

So, do you still want to throw in the towel?
Are you going to give the pain the power over you?
Is the end really today, this hour, this minute?

Do you not realise that there may be one person who needs your
Love
Story
Special moment
Life contribution.......

Have I said enough?

I hope so...

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May the guilt be with you

I saved this post and was ready to publish when I realised I should start with a disclaimer: I am not suicidal. I am not going to harm myself or others. I am safe, I am loved, I am in pain - but it's a pain I know and am dealing with. 

Now for the actual post:

There have been moments in my journey with TN where I have felt like I wanted to throw in the towel. Moments where I knew that I was teetering on the edge of joining the statistics that have resulted in TN being dubbed the suicide disease.

Those moments have been interwoven with an undeniable, excruciating sense of guilt. There is a guilt that comes with living through something that others don't understand or can't see. Feeling guilty because you're no longer functioning at the same level you did previously. No matter how illogical it seems or how much psychotherapy you go through, this guilt is there and is difficult to ignore.

The guilt at those moments of despair is different. Its guilt that eats at you for letting your supporters down. A feeling of guilt for being weak and not being able to push through. A feeling of guilt because you know there is going to be someone saying or thinking that "this isn't going to kill you" so you should be grateful and not desperate for a way out. Guilty feelings that fester because, surely you should have been able to push through this for your spouse, your kids, your loved ones, because it's selfish to think otherwise. Guilty feelings exacerbated by the constant advice about the healing that will come through prayer or exercise or lemon water (or any other natural remedy). Guilty feelings raised up on you because you should be thankful for the advice as it shows care and support from those who offer it.

Yes, the guilt that lurks daily is exponentially greater at those low moments. Sometimes, scarily, the guilt is all encompassing. Those moments when the pain is suffocating and the feelings of guilt are low, are the really scary ones.  More importantly though, in those really scary moments, I am grateful for my husband. His support and offer of a shoulder to cry on, an arm I can dig my nails into, or 'borrowing' me a spoon to at least shower, is invaluable. I can honestly say that without that support, without him helping me fight the demon, I would find it more difficult to embrace that guilt as a means of helping me keep it together to make it through the extreme pain.

I hope today that all those living with chronic pain, especially TN, have some guilt to keep them going. If you're lucky enough to have moved past that feeling of guilt, my wish for you is that you never feel it again or at least never have to rely on it to get you through a dark moment.

May the elephant on your face sleep tonight.

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