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Unintended Cruelty: The Reaper Approaches

13/7/2013

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What do you do when someone says something so unfeeling you are left reeling? Something that sets you back so far, all you can do is sit and let the tears tumble out of your eyes? Why am I asking? I received a note today. I have been in turns crying, angry and so close to the abyss I can hear the wind whistling through the entry.

What could possibly have been said to create this vortex of emotion?

“I hope you are feeling better. Things get more challenging as the Reaper approaches.”

I am hoping that this is a case of misunderstanding, that the writer of the note does not realize that the Reaper is not approaching—he is camped out in my living room having a pizza party.

One of the reasons I started this blog, and made the decision to share this journey with you was because so few people have even heard of gastroparesis, let alone understand it. As you all know, I also have the additional challenge of esophageal spasms, which makes it just that more difficult. I feel a little like I have failed to make things clear. That perhaps I have not been as honest or as open as I need to be for people to really understand.

This note does give me an opening I have been looking for, or maybe another question to pose: how do I respond to people who say “get well soon”? There really is no getting better right now. There is no cure or answer. There are palliative measures, anti-nausea drugs, pills that relieve the spasm and of course now, my new friend, the feeding tube. Right now, the reality is there is no “getting well”. There are times of feeling better. The feeding tube has given me more energy, wounds that haven’t healed correctly are finally healing. Of course on the flip side. I am tethered to it for twelve long hours a day. It’s not an easy answer. It’s not easy to face every day.

And yes, some days I don’t want to face it anymore.

I know there are a lot of my fellow GP sufferers that have feeding tubes. I don’t know what their experience with the tube is, whether they have become accustomed to it and just hope for a day when it’s not there or if they wake up dreading the day. As I have said before, my experience is subjective, and right now it’s hard. It’s hard to face, it’s hard to know things are going downhill no matter how I struggle to go uphill. Some days it’s just hard to not take the plunge into the abyss.

This disease is not simple. It is not just “tummy trouble” as someone said to me recently. It is something that is taking lives. How many this year? Young, old, it doesn’t matter. Maybe that is where I have fallen down in sharing this journey with you. Because it is scary, the more you know, the scarier it gets.

I am afraid. Deeply afraid.

 I try not to show it, or to be “down” when I am chatting gleefully away on Facebook or Twitter, but underneath I am trembling all the time. My days are planned around my illness in so many ways. The tube, the feeding, the continual pain from the GP, spasms and other things follow me day and night. I can never escape. I can feel the wind of the abyss at my back.

I have done everything right and still my body is failing. How far will it fall? The question haunts me every day. Is there really hope my esophagus will heal with this rest and I will be able to eat again? I don’t know. I can have liquid by mouth, but on a bad day, it still doesn’t go down. Today was one of those days. Will I end up in bed, unable to get out and walk in the forest? Is the chance of seeing some of the places I want to see—or see again—gone? All the people I want to meet, is that gone as well? I don’t know, and that terrifies me.

I do know that comments like the one in the note make the day so hard, I can barely see to the end of it. Yes, the Reaper lurks in the wings and as people are fond of saying “anyone could walk into a bus tomorrow” but I have the bus within me. And sometimes it feels like it is just waiting for its chance. Did the writer of the note understand this? No, I don’t think so. But that doesn’t change the reaction. It doesn’t stop the tears.

And it certainly doesn’t stop the fear. 


2 Comments
Maria
13/7/2013 16:36:55

My Dear Muffy,
I'm so sorry you had such a bad day and with this insensitivity picking away at your hope. Please do not give up hope. I know the fear is always there, underlying whatever is going on, and sometimes it can creep up and overtake you, but please don't give up. Don't let fear have it's way. Yes, you have done everything right and you are doing what needs to be done even now, and going forward, not down hill. You are allowing your body rest to heal. While GP may not be cured, it can be treated and you are doing that in hopes of a favorable outcome. Do not let the fear steal that from you. Do not assume someone else's negative experience lays in store for you. You make your own path and this disease and how it progresses or stalls and goes into remission, well, that's your experience.

Someone who is insensitive may be dealing with their own fear and putting it on you. This is why I hate self-help groups. All that negativity. I guess it helps some to share what they are experiencing, but not me. I want my own experience. You have to deal with your symptoms and that is enough without dealing with someone else's and thinking you will have the same. You may not.

Personally, I believe you will have success with the tube, gain weight, energy, and better overall health. That helps you manage the disease better. You WILL walk in the forrest, write great novels, see places you want to see and meet people you want to meet...like me! Plan on it. Pray for it. Bank on it. Do not give the fear an opportunity to rise up.

I'm so sorry you are going through this. Call me any time!
xxxooo

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Muffy
14/7/2013 04:53:44

I know i shouldn't compare myself to anyone else. In fact, I make that point a lot. Some days it is hard not to despair. I have been doing everything right from the very beginning so it wouldn't get worse, and it has--and as you know the feeding tube placement was a nightmare. I try to be up, I am working on being strong, and looking forward to the future. Some days are just so much harder than others. Especially when everything is acting up at ones LOL. If it wasn't for the support of everyone, I would be in the pit of despair far more often. I have promised to be honest in my blog, and so I am sharing all of it, fear, hope, despair and pain. I thank you for holding me up when I am down.

Huge hug
Muffy

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