Coping with Chronic Illness

Coping with Chronic Illness

I remember the day I was officially diagnosed with a Dysautonomia. My husband and I were overwhelmed with questions, information, and emotions. I was scribbling down notes and trying to remember everything. 

That was a much-anticipated appointment. The specialist was about a 15-hour drive from home and a bit of a celebrity in the Dysautonomia world. We knew we had limited time to get the answers to questions we had been asking for over a year. 

I found the notes from that appointment today. While flipping through them I remembered all the mixed emotions from that day. I was part worried he would say that I did in fact have Dysautonomia and part worried he’d say that I didn't. I didn't want to have any type of illness, 
but it was inevitable that something was wrong and I figured it would be easier to have what this doctor in front of me specialized in than to have to start over somewhere else.

After some time looking through the notes I started to remember more specific thoughts during that conversation. Mostly about a small part of the three-hour appointment when he spoke to us about some things I might feel after everything sunk in.

*Denial and Grief – Done. Felt that when the very first doc said “You should see a cardiologist as soon as possible.”

* Relief of a Diagnosis – Done. Hell, I was down-right excited to have words for how I felt other than “I don’t feel good.”

* Empowered – Done. I was learning what exactly was happening to me and why. I was empowered that day.

* Depression – Skip. No need for that one, I have an awesome husband who is supportive and wonderful family and friends. 

* Acceptance – Awesome. I am already becoming empowered; acceptance should be what, maybe a few weeks away.

Clearly, I saw these things that I might feel like a checklist that I could run through. What I clearly had was no idea how coping with a chronic illness worked.

I would say most people assume that because I am open about having a chronic illness and do my best to bring awareness to Dysautonomia that I am empowered and accept it. I have actually had someone say “You seem to embrace it”. It felt like the time to shed light on what coping with chronic illness has been like for me thus far.

Denial

 

I was not as safe from it as I had previously thought. Apparently, even when you know the information and have had almost all the tests done, denial can work its way in.  

I cannot convey how many times I have doubted myself while moving towards things to improve my quality of life. Did I really need a port for constant IV therapy? Did I need a power wheelchair to be better able to participate in events when my body wasn't cooperating? Negative thoughts have caused me to put off moving forward with treatment options because I would think to myself that I can’t really need it that badly. Why in the world would someone second guess something to improve their quality of life, things their doctor has suggested? Because you're in denial.

Denial and I are picking up lunch at the Just Mildly Medicated Cafeapparently, you don't get to revise the menu ...

Relief of a Diagnosis

 

That part was very true. I was actually happy for weeks after that appointment. Not only was it not just in my head but I wasn't lazy or overdramatic. I had an answer, actual words I could say. “I am sorry guys, I can’t make the festival this year. It is too much walking around with Dysautonomia.” Instead of saying yes and suffering silently because I was dizzy or felt sick didn't want to seem distant or annoyed.

Then all of a sudden the backlash hit. Now that I have a diagnosis I actually have something, and that something had no return policy. I was overwhelmed with the concept of being sick for real. Laziness is mind over matter… your Autonomic Nervous System is matter over mind. Even Bruce Banner couldn't control his heart rate all the time. In all seriousness, this realization was the beginning of the next stage.

Grief 

 

I became sick slowly over a span of a few years. I felt like I had time to adjust to my new normal instead of sudden onset. For the most part that was true, I was prepared that if at all, I would grieve about what I used to be able to do.  All of a sudden one day I realized I wouldn't go back to work the way I had assumed I would. 

That isn't to say I am not a functioning productive citizen because I am, but it wasn't going to be in the way I had assumed. I spent time grieving an idea, and that did lead to a bit of depression.

Depression 

 

Depression for me wasn't what I expected. It reared in an angrier version of sad, or a bitter unexpected manifesto of the two. I second-guessed my life, my very happy life as a wife and mother of four. If I had made other choices maybe I wouldn't have triggered this slow progression that has now consumed so much. I was mad at myself, my partner, my life... even though my husband was not only supportive, he was actively advocating for my quality of life. 

Empowerment

 

Empowerment did come through researching, writing, and connecting. Blogging as well as reading other blogs and getting to know others who have medical issues, have all been outlets to express and learn. It has given a value to going through all of this. I still don’t feel so warm and fuzzy about Dysautonomia, but I do feel thankful for the lessons I have learned because of it.

Acceptance 

 

This one seems a foggy illusion. It's like the way you prep for a conversation and run it through your head only when the time comes no one says what you thought they would and you’d like to hit some kind of rewind to keep things on track better. I think acceptance can be a particularly hard one for me because others assume I am there. I mean how could I share about my illness if I don’t accept it? I think the answer is because I am in the hope it helps me get there.

The biggest thing I’d want to share is that my original view, the checklist version of the stages, it just isn't how it works. Acceptance isn't a location you arrive at and think ‘wow that was a long drive’.  It is normal to transition back and forth through these stages, sometimes quickly. I've 
had denial, acceptance, and more denial all over one specific thing in one day. You can assume you will be impacted in one way, much like I did with grieving, and it actually happens in a way you never considered. It is a roller coaster.

How has your journey been different than you expected?

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