December 21, 2008

Today is a bittersweet anniversary. Seven years ago our family joined an exclusive club that nobody wants to be in but has the most wonderful people on earth.

We have laughed and cried. We have felt joy and pain. We have had moments of complete despair and of grateful thanksgiving. We have met some absolutely wonderful people in the most devastating circumstances. We have been encouraged and have encouraged others.

Our family, like so many others, had a trial by fire so to speak and came out victorious. I asked my son yesterday how he deals with the constant pain and he said it was a supernatural God-given strength. I believe my daughter and I were given a similar mental strength to live the lifestyle that comes with having a special needs family member.

We have all had an education we didn’t want. We have learned medical jargon, coping skills, accommodation law, pain management, and how to maneuver the maze that is public school for differently-abled students. We have gained extraordinary patience, empathy, endurance and flexibility. We have become closer to each other and to God.

I would never wish this journey on anyone, but am beyond thankful for the friends I have made along the way. I have fond memories of a weekend this summer with a small group of these friends in New York City, thanks to the research efforts of the Novartis pharmaceutical company. I frequently spend time online with these friends and others discussing the joys and trials of life with chronic medical issues. Many of us have come close to losing our precious children to a devastating illness that most people aren’t even aware of.

If a nickel was donated to research every time one of us heard, “She is too young to have arthritis,” or “He was fine yesterday,” or “Isn’t she over that by now?”, scientists would have found a cure years ago.

Life is full of contradictions. Life with a chronic illness is no exception. Today I mourn the loss of my healthy son but at the same time celebrate the gift of the life we share with close friends who also grieve.

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December

The weather was nice today. Like 75 degrees. On December 11.  It’s hard to remember Christmas is 2 weeks away when I don’t even need long sleeves and the thermostat in the car wants to turn on the air conditioner (although my friends in Australia would think it is chilly for this time of year.)

It’s easy to remember it’s December when I look at my calendar. On top of my regular work, medical appointments and handbell rehearsals, I am running lights and sound for a Christmas play, have a couple extra tech shifts at the church for special programs, and am playing in the handbell choir for 2 services on Christmas Eve. Whew!

If you are anything like me (and half the general population) it’s easy to meet yourself coming and going in December. I (and the aforementioned general population) also have to consciously carve out time for prayer, relaxation, meditation, or whatever you to do keep yourself centered and sane.

No matter what keeps you busy this time of year, make sure to spend quality time with those you love, and to take that time for yourself. Don’t get so caught up in the busy-ness of the shopping, decorating , cooking and celebrating that you find yourself exhausted before the holiday arrives.

Well, the play is starting. Catch you later. After some quiet time.