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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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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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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