Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Update

It seems as though it wasn't very long ago when I lay curled up on my bed writhing in pain. Somehow I managed to endure the agony while eluding death; never knowing how sick I really was. And then a visit to one of my doctors revealed that something else was wrong, and I was admitted to the hospital late one evening. In the morning during a routine EGD I would have a bleed out. Not long after this my family and I discovered that I was terminally ill. Compounded -- all these things and more started to weigh in and our lives began to change. We were in unfamiliar territory. That was more than two years ago.
This week I am re-living some of the past not because I am nearing a two year mark on the waiting list, but because some of the old pain is slowly creeping back. Moments of sharp stomach cramps and nausea occasionally give me spasms, and that relentless battle with sleep has returned. I am exhausted all the time. There are also newer symptoms that I didn't have back then. I am stiff and sore from muscle degeneration. My strength is more mental these days. Even here that is not my biggest strength. I am losing focus in simple conversations. I will be talking to Lois about something and I will lose my train of thought. I find myself reaching for other words to draw me back.
Despite all of this I remain wary. I take my medicine and try my best to keep strong. The words, "I am dying." or "You are dying." They seem to be spoken more often. Once, when this was all new, the words seldom came up. Now they are descriptive. Defining. They hold context. Something I never really thought about. And yet the thoughts have always been there.
The one thing that has always remained a constant is, "You have two to two and half years before transplant."
As that window narrows and my body gets sicker, I become more and more aware of this. Aware that the clock keeps ticking. There are no hands keeping track of time. There is no faceplate to look at. There is only an invisible clock measuring anxiety and frustration and the onset of new symptoms.

8 comments:

  1. Very gracefully expressed.

    Hang in there.

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  2. You have so much strength and courage. I respect so much the way you look this thing straight in the face. I wish I could do something to help. You're in my prayers and in my thoughts. Hang in.

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  3. Your not dying, merely reaching a new stage in this adventure.

    Things are getting tough for you, but you dont get a rainbow without the rain. This is your rain, but soon your rainbow will be visible. That call is going to come soon. You have done the waiting, the call will come soon.

    And then, you can live life twice as much as you ever did.

    I know its hard, but try to remain positive, that call will come!

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  4. I also think you're not dying. You're suffering all this pain, your family included, to reach final relief as soon as you get your new liver. You must try to focus on this goal however bad you feel. I know it's easier to say then to experience it but I also know you're very brave and in the end you'll be fine.
    Big hug to you and your lovely family.

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  5. I am so sorry your pain is coming back. You are in my prayers.

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  6. I am thinking of you and wishing you strength... I am so enjoying your photos over on your Reflections page. I hope you have bought some new SD cards. hugs- teri

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  7. Interesting that I know I wrote you a comment for this post and it isn't here! I can't figure where the stuff that we send into the ethers disappears to when it doesn't show up where it should!

    Anyway, I just wanted you to know that you were on my mind and that I hope you are doing okay, friend.

    Hugs,
    Deb

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  8. I'm sorry you are feeling so much pain body/mind/heart/soul...right now...I am praying, praying, praying that you will get the call soon that you will receive a new liver and a long, happy healthy life with it.
    sending you loving healing energy...can you feel it?

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