Coping With Disabilities

Counting My Spoons

2011-11-04T18:59:00.000-07:00

There is a website about invisible illness that talks about spoons and spoonies. The theory goes something like this: You wake up in the morning and take inventory of how many spoons you have to get you through the day. I don't remember exactly why they use the terminology of spoons, but to continue, these spoons represent the amount of energy you have to last you through the day. So if you wake up and feel really good you have more spoons than if you wake up and feel bad.

As you inventory your spoons you also inventory the activities you have planned for the day. Then you try to figure out how many spoons each activity is going to need for you to get through it. Again, I don't know how spoons got into the mix, but the concept works for me.

I am just now getting used to this "Spoon Theory" and learning how to apply it to my daily life. Most days I don't have a lot planned. Unfortunately you can't collect unused spoons to use on another day. It just doesn't work that way.

Now when some event comes up that you really would enjoy participating in, you know ahead of time that it is going to require a lot more spoons. After you have done this for awhile you kind of start to figure out what you can handle and what you can't. The best teacher is at the end of the day when you have depleted all your spoons and end up exhausted wishing you had not used them all. It's those lessons you tend to remember. Other great teachers show you the next day what happens if you use up all your spoons the day before. Sometimes you wake up already with a deficit and wonder how you will make it through the day. It's these times you decide whether or not the activities that used up all your spoons were worth the effort. It's these times that help you decide whether or not to participate in future activities that require many spoons.

Over the past year I have learned to always include driving time both ways, along with any waiting time involved, and any extra activities that might be included. This comes in handy when planning activities. For example, the latest event is an invitation to a big concert that I would really enjoy attending. In itself the concert is not a big spoon-consumer. However, when I include driving time to and from, getting there early and waiting in line, the concert itself, the time spent in traffic when leaving, finding a place to stop to eat out (even fast food counts in spoon time), I come up with a seven to eight hour trip. Yes having a wheelchair MIGHT get us in quicker because we would get to ask for help, but it still makes for a long day and more spoons than I have on one of my best days. I have no guarantees ahead of time what each morning is going to be like or how many spoons I will have on any given day to work with. So the result is that right now going to this concert is a big MAYBE.

This is how all activities outside of the "normal" daily stuff usually go for me. I make tentative plans to go but then might end up changing my mind at the last minute depending on how I feel that day. What a learning experience it has been for me. I understand so much better what other people go through now and what it takes for them to get out and do things they want to do.

For more information on the "Spoon Theory" please check out TheSpoonTheory and other information on the But You Don't Look Sick Website

Two Roads Converged In A Yellow Wood...

2011-09-26T13:56:00.000-07:00

Have you ever felt yourself coming up on a crossroads in your life? Somehow I am there now I think. The trouble is, right now I don't see down either direction as clearly as the poet, Robert Frost, did when he penned The Road Not Taken. But even so, when we do come upon these points in life, we cannot see very far ahead no matter how hard we try. As I look ahead I see possibilities mixed with obstacles. There is no going backwards, nor would I choose to if I could. There is only forward. But which way to go?

As I sit here contemplating where I have been this past year and where I would like to go yet before this year comes to a close, I am also wondering about what lies beyond. Right now I have no idea which direction I may choose to take. What I do know is that I can't continue in this place where I am for much longer. I never imagined in my life that I would have been through the things I've been through the past few years. But come through it I did, with the help and grace of God. The lessons I have learned, the people I have come to know and love, and the opportunities I have been given this past year have just overwhelmed me to the point that I know there is more out there waiting if I just step out in faith to find it.

Looking out on the road choices ahead I do see the obstacles standing boldly there trying to convince me that there is no going forward for me. I've overcome a lot of obstacles and challenges in my life but today these particular obstacles seem to loom up taller and stronger than any I have faced before. Maybe they are so big that they are blocking my view of what is down those roads waiting for me to choose. I remember days past when I would simply pick a road and rush ahead to see what was there, almost without even considering what might be down the other road, or what the consequences of my choice might be. I also remember more recently being timid and afraid to make the choice and letting the road choose me, again not looking at the possible consequences. But this year has been a mixture of both options I believe. I've made many strong choices. I've also had choices made for me that I would not have picked, as well as those that I was very excited about. This time, as I sit here reflecting on past choices and past forks in the roads I've traveled, I think of where I would like to go and what I would like to be doing next year.

Friends, I am taking some time this time to think it through. I am no longer rushing into this path or that path. Neither am I sitting back and allowing the path to choose me. If you don't see me for awhile during this decision-making process, don't fret. I'm still here and I definitely plan on keeping you posted on my progress. I love you all more than you know.

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know

2011-09-19T11:33:00.000-07:00

The following post is something the Invisible Illness Websites asks people to do if they want to. I didn't do it last year but decided this year was a good time. I think my answers are better this year than they would have been last year.

1. The illness I live with is: Atrial fibrillation, arthritis, mild depression, PTSD, panic disorder, obesity

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: The atrial fibrillation was diagnosed in May 1994. The arthritis was diagnosed in 2001. The mental health issues were diagnosed in 2007. I became officially disabled in 2007.

3. But I had symptoms since: I've had symptoms of the atrial fibrillation since 1990, the arthritis for years before it was diagnosed, the mental issues I've had most of my life.

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: Loss of my independence. I gave up my car when I was at my sickest and now that I feel better, I still have no car. I need assistance with household chores at times such as a full house cleaning once a month. My mobility has drastically changed and even though I can walk, I use a cane and can only walk or stand for a very short time period. I need to use the motorized carts if I go shopping. And I own my own wheelchair which I am thankful for but I have not fully accepted.

5. Most people assume: That I am not as sick as I claim to be and that I am faking most of the time. At least the ones I know from before I got sick and at the time I got sick. The ones I have met since my diagnoses have been much more accepting.

6. The hardest part about mornings are: Mornings are actually my best time IF I have had enough sleep the night before and IF it isn't one of those days when every inch of my body aches. I had both knees replaced so the stiffness problem for me grows worse over the course of the day. Nights are worse for stiffness for me.

7. My favorite medical TV show is: HOUSE

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: My computer

9. The hardest part about nights are: That I can't sleep without taking sleep aids and sometimes they don't even work. I am a natural night owl so I have always stayed up late anyway, but without the sleep aids I would not sleep til 5 or 6 am and then have to sleep most of the day. I want to participate in life so I have to get some good sleep.

10. Each day I take: 9 pills regularly plus either extra strength Tylenol or Vicodin for pain as needed.

11. Regarding alternative treatments I: am not interested in alternative treatments at this time. I don't trust them.

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: I think I would choose the invisible because I have the visible ones as well and I don't like the stares I get or the snide comments you can hear as you pass by some ignorant people.

13. Regarding working and career: I enjoyed some of my jobs I've had but I've always had difficulty on jobs until the last two jobs I had. I always wanted my career to be full time wife and mom, but that didn't always work. After I was divorced I had to support myself so working became a hugely stressful part of my life, adding to the stress that contributed to the atrial fibrillation. I worked from home for 15 months after being disabled but the stress was still too much. Not having to work leaves me a lot less income for sure, but it also reduced the stress levels immensely. I've learned how to be content with what I have and just not want so much I don't need.

14. People would be surprised to know: Those people who see me as faking would be surprised to know how limited my activities have really become. Those who do know I am sick would be surprised to know that there are more things that I can do than even I thought possible and with assistance from friends and family I could do even more.

15. The hardest thing to accept about my new reality has been: That I lost friends that I thought were real friends. When I was at my sickest and needed those friends, they had turned their backs on me. It's been over 4 years and I still never hear from any of them.

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: Go on vacation this past August! It was difficult and not having done this in my condition before, or even healthy, I was thoroughly unprepared for a lot of things. But I learned from that and if I get to go somewhere again, I will know more about what to do ahead of time to make the trip go more smoothly.

17. The commercials about my illness:I don't watch TV and don't see many commercials. But the one that gets me is the "Hoveround" and the person sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon. I've never been to the Grand Canyon, but after the trip I just went on with just a regular wheelchair, I can only imagine the difficulties of getting that scooter up there.

18. Something I really miss doing since I was diagnosed is:Being active in my church and going out with my friends from church, along with just having my friends there to talk to or play games with like we used to. It is like I suddenly became some kind of freak that they don't want to look at.

19. It was really hard to have to give up: My car. I want another car but cannot afford to buy myself one. I also am not sure I could afford the insurance.

20. A new hobby I have taken up since my diagnosis is: It's not a hobby actually, but I have become involved in an online support group for people who have become victims of romance scammers. It is a very rewarding thing that I am actually able to do at any time of any day.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would:That would require also having a car, but if I could feel normal for one day I would get in my car, take my fishing equipment with me, my camera, and set out on a road trip for just one day on back roads so I can see the landscape and nature. Now this is something I can do on any day if I had assistance but getting that is not easy.

22. My illness has taught me: I've learned who my real friends are and they are wonderful people! I've learned that I am still a capable person and that I can do just about anything I ever could do before but I just need some help doing it. I've learned that getting help is not easy.

23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is: One of two--"You can do better than that." or "Get over it!" (depression issues). Another one would have to be when they say they will get together soon and take me somewhere fun but then never do. Sorry that's 3 instead of 1.

24. But I love it when people: Follow through on their promises, offer assistance, ask me what they can do for me or if I need anything. I would love to have a friend who enjoyed the outdoor activities I enjoy and had free time to take me so we could have some fun together.

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: It can be different ones at different times. I don't think there is any specific one.

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: If you don't like or trust your doctor, keep looking until you find one that is good for you. They all have different styles. Don't just settle for the first one, unless he/she is great!

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: How people you have known for years and been close to and done things with regulary can just walk away when you need them. The same thing for a church and its pastors and staff. They are the ones who are supposed to be there for you especially when you are part of their membership. They should not abandon you when you are sick.

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: Brought me a meal, cleaned my house, ran errands for me...take your pick.

29. I’m involved with Invisible Illness Week because: I've seen it on Facebook for the past couple years and I like the message presented.

30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: Either you are curious about what I wrote or you really care. Either one, I am glad you are reading it because maybe it will help you understand the next person who comes along in your life and has an invisible illness.

To be happy...

2011-09-15T23:26:00.000-07:00

I was talking to some friends today and somehow the subject of my New Year's "Resolution" came up. I realized that this is September already, and already half way through the month! It will soon be another New Year coming around with another resolution to make or break. But what really got my attention was that, so far, this year I have done my very best to keep my resolution I made back at the end of 2010.

My resolution then was: "To be as happy, healthy, and strong as I can be physically, mentally, and spiritually whether I am with someone special or alone."

Somehow, with getting older and having health issues like I have had the past few years, I just wasn't into making the same old type of resolutions people make such as to lose weight or to change jobs, or move, or whatever specific, easily breakable resolution they might make. The year 2010 had been a year of exhaustive changes, some good and some not so good, and I just wanted to see 2011 be the best it could possibly be but without all the pressure we usually put on ourselves.

In May, 2010, I had my first knee replacement. A few months later I also decided, without giving it much thought or prayer, to join online dating sites and give myself a chance to maybe find someone who might see me for the real person on the inside and not have an issue with the "house" I live in that is this body. What I got was a Nigerian romance scammer instead. It was a total shock to even realize that this kind of thing was going on over the internet. It was even more of a shock that so-called human beings without consciences could actually do such horrible things to other human beings. But every cloud, they say, has a silver lining. I say that the bad things in our lives often are stepping stones to better things if we have faith enough to trust and wait on God.

As a result of meeting this scammer, I did some research and found some websites dedicated to reporting the scammers, and educating the public on how to be safe online and protect themselves from online dating scams. One such site included a chat room which is something I was very much interested in. They also have a very active email group, but I wanted more real time conversation with other people who knew what this romance scam stuff was all about. I am not one who really likes dealing with email in the first place and I felt more comfortable talking to a group of people who had been through this and knew how to help me deal with the emotions involved. In that process I found some of the best friends I have ever had in my entire life. Like I said, sometimes the bad things are stepping stones to better things.

After ten months in the chat room, in mid-July, the owner of the email group and chat room decided to pull the plug on the chat room for whatever reasons. This left those of us who really loved being together as a sort of online family out in the cold. We felt like passengers on a sinking ship with no land in sight. At that point, we banned together and came up with a lifeboat solution, temporary as it was at the time. We got together on Yahoo Messenger in a conference chat while we decided what we could do. A plan formed and within an hour we had a temporary new chat room where we could at least stop and breathe awhile before deciding what to do next. I cannot describe the way we all felt that night. It was as though we had been scammed by the one who had rescued us in the first place. We felt lost. We felt betrayed. Mostly we felt hurt and scared about what would happen to our family.

Three weeks later we had a permanent home. Thanks to the generosity of one of our members, we had both a domain (6 in fact that all point to the main URL) and a chat software just like we had in the previous location. Thanks to another member we had graphics that included beautiful background and logo. Coding was in place. Now it has been two months since we began this new journey and we have grown to include other ventures as well as the chat room. We have brought back together 30 of our regular chatters and we are officially open for business to help anyone who comes along who has been or is being scammed by a romance scammer. We are there to help friends and family members who are trying to get loved ones to break free from the scammer's hold on them. We are there to do what we were doing before we lost our first home. We feel maybe this was what God had planned all along. (For anyone who may be in need of this help, please feel free to visit Scams Of The Heart .)

For me, what did all this mean? This chat room, the first one and the one we have now, have been a lifeline to me in many ways. For me it was first a place to heal from the emotional upheaval of the scam. Secondly it became a place where I made some really wonderful friends. But it also became something I have wanted all of my adult life. It became a mission for me. As a Christian I always wanted to have some kind of way to serve God and did my best in the little ways I could while I was raising a family. Now that I am disabled and limited in what I am able to do, knowing I found somewhere to serve online is amazing to me. The night the first chat room was closed down I felt like I had lost everything I was working for in life. I felt like I had lost my chance to do something with a real purpose where I could make a difference in someone's life. Getting that chance back again gave more meaning to my life than I could imagine.

Today when my friends and I discussed whatever it was that lead up to talking about this resolution I had made, got me thinking deeply of how far I had come this year since I made the resolution. You can read my other blogs for more details of things that have happened this year already. But I can safely say that I have actually lived out this resolution to the best of my abilities and I have been as happy, healthy, and strong as I could possibly be physically, mentally, and spiritually so far this year. I've made wonderful friends. No that special person and I have not found each other, yet. Maybe it's not in God's plans for me, but I am still very hopeful. This year, even with the few low points, has been a tremendous year for me. And there are still three more months left before another resolution will need to be made.

Who knows? Maybe I will just extend this year's resolution for another year!

Riding the Emotional Roller Coaster

2011-08-29T10:49:00.000-07:00

The vacation was a lot of fun. But like a roller coaster there were a lot of highs and quite a few lows. Just getting to be able to go seemed impossible at one point simply because of the extreme pain I was in over the weekend before we were to leave. A not-so-quick trip to the ER took care of that situation. Oddly, even though I had just had x-rays on Friday morning at my surgeon's office, by Friday night I was in so much pain I could hardly walk. Saturday morning was bad. But by Saturday afternoon I thought I was doing better although I was back to using my crutches, which really upset me. Saturday night my daughter decided we were going to the ER and see about getting a steroid shot and to make sure nothing was wrong. I got a new set of x-rays at the hospital and those showed a slight difference in my left knee cap from the earlier set Friday morning. Three or four months ago when I had last seen the surgeon I was given an exercise to do to pull my knee cap to the center where it should be. At that time it was slightly off-center to the left. Friday morning it looked to be closer to the center but more to the right. But by Saturday night it was way off center and to the right. The ER doctor seemed to think that because I was using the moon boot for the sprained ankle, it caused the knee cap to move over further than it should have. So, in short, my knee was sprained. And every time I would straighten out my leg the muscle on top of my knee/thigh would pop or snap. The doctor called that "subluxation" which means in my case, dislocation of the knee cap. They gave me a steroid shot, a shot of strong pain medicine, and a prescription for stronger pain meds than I was already taking. I went home, slept, and woke up Sunday feeling a little better. My daughter went to church and had herself anointed in my place for my knee pain. By Sunday afternoon I was feeling back to myself again, and got myself packed for the vacation. That weekend in itself was an emotional roller coaster!

The vacation was a lot of fun. We did a lot of different things and had to pass up other things we would have loved to do because we just did not have time to fit it all in. One of my major goals was to take lots of photographs, hoping that maybe one or two of them might have some value to sell and help me move into a new area of life as a professional landscape/nature photographer. I did succeed in taking hundreds of photos using both digital and 35 mm film. One of the "themes" of the photography was to be "Vacation From a Wheelchair", or maybe "Vacationing Disabled". I went into this trip knowing that things would be different and sometimes difficult. What I concluded when the trip was over was that it was a lot more difficult than I ever imagined or prepared for mentally and emotionally, as well as physically. I do know that had I not gotten that steroid shot Saturday night, anything else I did through the week would not have even happened, even if I had tried to go in spite of the pain.

I came up with some thoughts for anyone who might be planning their first vacation as a person with disabilities. These were things that I may or may not have thought of prior to the trip, but would definitely take care of if I ever plan on any kind of trip again. Some of these things might feel a bit embarrassing but choose to be embarrassed this way instead of some worse way down the road.

Call ahead! I cannot stress enough the importance of doing this! For some things we thought to call ahead about. We called about the Island Hopping Tour to find out if the boat was wheelchair accessible, and how it would work once at the islands with getting the golf carts. We should have called ahead about a lot of other things and had we done so, we would have been able to make better plans, and had a lot more fun with a lot less stress! So what should you call ahead about? Embarrassing or not....the most important thing I can think of is to check out the facilities for every location you plan to visit including lodging. Do not ever assume that the public or private restrooms will be adequate for your needs. The restrooms where you choose to "live" during your trip are very important to have fully accessible. Ask before booking! The most beautiful location you could have for your trip could be ruined by something as simple as the location, size, and position of your toilet, shower, sink, etc. Next, get online and check every tourist site you plan to visit. Almost all of these places have their own websites or are listed on other websites of the area you are touring. We never thought we would have difficulty in a town geared for tourism in a country with an American Disabilities Act supposedly in force. We could not have been more wrong! On the Island Hopping Tour, for example, on the island where we had the most time to explore, we lost the most time just trying to find a restaurant where we could go have a nice meal while taking a 4 year old child, and 3 adults, one using a cane but having trouble walking very far. Finding accessible entrances was very hard. Then, not having to do with the disability at all, we entered one location where not one staff person greeted us or offered to take our order, or do any other type thing to make us feel welcome there. This place was accessible for the entrance, but the seating was horrible for someone like me. In fact, almost all the places we looked at had horrible seating for a disabled person. Most of the places were a combination of picnic tables and those small high rise tables with high rise stools, and of course bar stools as all the places seemed to be bars of some sort. In this place, however, we were stared at by customers and staff alike but no one bothered to see what we wanted to drink or eat. I felt like I had entered one of those "made for movies" biker bars where you are just the wrong type and not wanted. After about 15 minutes we left. Later at home I looked online and found their menu on their website. Yes we could have eaten there. Why we were not greeted or served, I have no idea. It wasn't due to them being busy. Staff were just standing around doing nothing. So look online at everything you possibly can BEFORE your trip to make sure of parking, accessible entrances, comfortable seating, menus, and service. The first place we tried that afternoon was a multi-level location called The Boardwalk which apparently housed several restaurants and bars. I think we saw an elevator but not so sure now. If an entrance is accessible for the disabled it has to be very visible, especially for someone walking because we often have to keep our eyes on our feet and what is in our path so we don't fall. It makes it even worse if we have to be looking all around trying to find the proper entrance. By the time we got to The Boardwalk I was so tired and still a bit seasick from the boat ride, that all I wanted was to find a nice restroom and a place to sit down and eat. Everything looked beautiful outside but inside the restroom, it was a different story. There were no handicapped stalls and no railings to help if you needed help. Thank God my daughter was in there with me...well I did have my cell phone with me. This is another point to remember. Keep your cell phone where you can get your hands on it easily all the time you are on your trip and make sure the other parties with you have theirs with them in case you need to get hold of them in a hurry. The last place we stopped at had no visible handicapped accessible entrance. Getting into this place involved climbing steps without railings which was very difficult for me as I was doing it alone. My daughter had to drop me off there and then drive half a block away to park the golf cart. By the time I finally got inside I was too exhausted to even talk but managed to tell them we needed seating for 3 adults and a 4 year old child. They treated us very well there and the food was good. Expensive but good. When we were ready to leave I asked the server if they had an easy accessible exit close to where my daughter could pick me up with the golf cart. The server had to actually go outside and look and only then realized that even the steps had no railings. She found the wheelchair ramp. It was half a block away down to where my daughter parked the golf cart. I had to walk that far to get to the ramp, and during that walk, we had to pick up and move a couple of bicycles that were parked ON THE RAMP by thoughtless tourists who just wanted to get into the restaurant next door to ours. Had I been in my wheelchair, those bicycles would have had to have been taken clear off the ramp which was also the raised sidewalk entrance into both restaurants. I really don't know how accessible any of the other restaurants in the area were. There were many of them. The ones we could even see the door had signs posted saying 21 and over which made it sound very unfriendly for families. The websites I found after we got home showed the town as being a place for exciting night life rather than family friendly tourism during the day. Almost all the restaurants were bars. We never got to do even one of the things we had planned for the trip to that island. It was very disappointing to go there tired, hungry, and grumpy, and leave their tired and grumpier even though we finally did get to eat overpriced burgers and fries.

There were other adventures during the week that were much better than that and for that I am glad. Emotionally I dealt with things I didn't want to deal with, especially on a vacation. Had I called ahead on more things, I might have been better prepared. Even to find fishing and swimming locations that would be both wheelchair accessible and child friendly would have been a good thing to know about ahead of time. We only tried to fish once, but could not find anything that was good for my grandson and myself. His safety was my biggest concern, between the cars in the area and the possibility of him falling in and hurting himself on the big rocks or drowning. I didn't care about fishing. We were told about a little pond where he could fish safely so we went there. In the chair or walking, I could not get down to the pond so I sat up at one of the picnic tables and watched and took my pictures. That was one of the worst emotional lows of the trip. I felt absolutely useless and alone since fishing was something I wanted to do while I was there. I also did not want to fish in a pond since we have ponds here. I wanted to fish in the lake but there just was nowhere that we could find in the short time we had, to be able to be both child safe and wheelchair accessible.

The rest of the trip went well. I did have other low points where I knew I could not do things I wanted to do so badly and I know these are things I will have to continue to deal with in life. But I also had victories during the trip. Some parts of the trip I used the wheelchair but most of the trip I walked and that was a victory, even though walking was very difficult and slow.

There are going to be things I will have to deal with the rest of my life as I continue to learn how to live with my disabilities. Many of these things I won't like. I especially don't like making it difficult for those around me. The worst part of the whole trip were the feelings that if I had stayed home, everyone else would have had a much better time. There were also the many times my grandson chose his other grandma over me even when we were sitting back at our cottage relaxing, and I knew it was because she could do so much more than I could making it more fun to be with her. It is one thing to know and understand why these things are the way they are, but it is another thing to process the emotional side of it all.

I hope I remember the lessons learned this trip. I really enjoyed getting the time away with my daughter, grandson, and my daughter's mother-in-law. She and I got to spend time getting to know each other better and that was a big plus. It's now 3 days home and I am still tired from the trip, but I am trying to stay active. Last night I went to the park with my daughter and grandson and one of my daughter's friends. Today we went to the store. The trip was a lot of fun, but I am glad to be home.

Vacation!

2011-08-11T02:52:00.000-07:00

Wow! Where do I start?

In January I had my left knee replaced, so now both of them are done. The left knee healed so wonderfully. The right knee is still giving me some issues even almost 15 months after having had it replaced. There's still stiffness as well, but it's not so bad as long as I keep as active as I can. I started out the spring very well by getting out and walking regularly either at the local Walmart or at the park. But then it got hotter, and my opportunities to walk dwindled for awhile. Then I ended up with another sprained ankle thanks to my weak ankles I've had since childhood. This summer has been so hot so early on, and I don't do well in heat. It's hard for me to breath when the air is so hot and humid. So even if my ankle had not been sprained and kept me from going out, the heat would have.

My daughter surprised me the other evening. She planned a vacation on a whim and decided to take me along! I've been so excited about this for the past few days! I so need a vacation. And I've never really gone on a vacation in my life so this is especially exciting. My ankle is healing, storms have moved in and cooled things down to a more comfortable level, and I am ready to go. I can't wait to get out into the beautiful area where we are going with a gorgeous lake front cottage and enjoy every minute I can.

But I am afraid. Unfortunately, I know my limits. And I know this vacation is going to push those limits to the max. It's only for Monday through Friday but that's a lot of time for someone who never goes anywhere! I don't want to disappoint anyone, least of all my daughter or my grandson. She has also invited her mother-in-law and I am glad of this because it will give her someone to do things with if there are times I am too tired.

So many things make this vacation something that has me nervous. One of them is that I don't sleep well. I am a night owl and up most of the night every night, even when I take a sleeping pill. I know the increase in activities will make me sleepy and I am hoping I won't have too much trouble sleeping even the first night. The first full day there is going to be jam packed with things we all want to do...island hopping cruising. I can't wait! I want to see everything. We are taking my wheelchair but probably won't need it for this expedition as we will probably rent golf carts to wheel us around each island. It's an expensive thing but necessary. It's either that or bicycles. My camera is going with me everywhere. In fact I will be taking two cameras, one that actually still uses film! On another day we are going to see an African safari exhibition and that is going to be so interesting. That one might see me using the wheelchair. I want to at least try to go swimming there at the cottage but am not sure I will be able to. It's not a regular beach. Swimming is allowed but no lifeguards and no beach. I am not sure how the sand bar will be for my being able to get up and down from sitting or swimming positions with my new knees. I haven't been able to get down on the floor and back up with them yet. So thinking about it worries me. Fishing doesn't seem to be one of my worries. I think I will manage to fish somewhere while we are there, and I've been told I have to be sure to teach my grandson more about fishing so we can feed all of us. He loves to fish so this should not be a problem. That is as long as we don't catch anything bigger than he is!

My daughter is talking about not really going out and doing a whole lot of things because none of us really has money for shopping and other things. Staying back at the cottage sounds peaceful and with her grilling our meals, what could be better? Still I am afraid. I am afraid I will let her down. I am afraid of being a stick in the mud that ends up staying back while they go have fun because I am too worn out to do anything but relax at the cottage. For me that could be a good time. But would it be a good time for my daughter? I can be satisfied just having my wheelchair with me and walk it or ride it around the cottage area and maybe over to the lake and just take lots of pictures.

Hey! Writing about it made me see that it can still be fun for all of us. Somehow we will figure out the difficult parts and make it work. Oh I am so excited! Thank you my daughter for this gift! I love you!

Update

2010-12-13T23:52:00.000-08:00

I know it's been awhile since I have posted here. To say I have been busy is a cop-out I know, but it's true. Tonight I am just going to highlight a few things here and spare everyone the details. Most of you know what has been going on in my life anyway, so why rehash it all here?

The biggest update is that my second knee replacement has been scheduled for Monday, January 17, 2011. That is five weeks away. I am excited, but still a little nervous. Not nearly as nervous as the last time. At least this time I know what to expect and am much better prepared. I'm looking forward to getting it done and doing the physical therapy and occupational therapy. Yes I know I am a bit strange seeing as how I like doing those painful exercises. But it makes me better and it's worth it. Knowing what I know now, I want to have my therapists work me even harder than they did the last time. I am expecting to walk out of that nursing home without even the assistance of my cane this time!

Back in April 2007 when I lost my job due to my disabilities, I was afraid and didn't know what was ahead for me. I'd come out of a homeless situation, living at a woman's shelter for 9 months, then finally able to start over in a home of my own, only to lose my job due to health issues. What I did know was that I would not be able to go back to that shelter if I lost my home yet again. It would be physically impossible, let alone emotionally unbearable. But back then I could walk freely, still. My disabilities resulted from my chronic atrial fibrillation which left me feeling chronically exhausted, and out of breath, with angina occurring whenever I did so much as tap my toes to the beat of my favorite music. Walking very far put additional strain on me to the point that I ended up not walking much at all. By 2008 after I moved to the apartment I am in now, I ended up with a stress fracture in my right foot. Three months later I had a severely sprained ankle and heel on the left foot. By the time I healed from those injuries, I was permanently walking with crutches. In April 2007 I was walking without help. So when I got my right knee replaced in May this year and by October was walking without the help of even my cane, I was elated. I still have the arthritis. I still have the chronic atrial fibrillation. As long as I don't overdo it, I get by without the angina being a problem so much. Sometimes, however, I do still have issues with angina. I still have all the other issues that brought about my being disabled. But I can walk again without the crutches or cane. Having my left knee replaced in January is exciting for me. All the time using the crutches caused me to not have very good balance when walking. Now my balance is back again, somewhat. You still won't find me standing on a step stool, chair or anything else but the ground. You won't find me on a ladder. Getting down the steps to do my laundry is still a struggle. But being back to where I was before the crutches in 2008 makes me feel like there is a light at the end of the tunnel after all. Even though I still can't walk very far without resting, or stand for very long at one time for things as simple as cooking or washing dishes or other stand up household chores, or climb up and down multiple steps easily, I can get around again. Even though I do all my kitchen work using a computer chair, lately I find myself standing up more and more to do little tasks that I haven't been able to do comfortably for the past 2 years.
Becoming disabled was devastating to me. But a lot of things have been devastating to me over the years. I'm strong with God's help. Finding myself getting weaker and losing more and more strength and abilities over time was increasingly frustrating. So having these good results from the first knee replacement makes me more than ready for the second one. Believing that I can regain some of the lost strength and endurance thrills me. I don't know if I will ever be back to what I would like to be physically. But every little bit of progress is wonderful.
Something that I am looking forward to in the spring, hopefully, is maybe to be able to get another car. God literally gave me the car I had last. When I could no longer take care of it or use it, He allowed me to give it to someone else who needed it. I am not sure God will repeat this for me. Who knows what He has in store for me? I've learned to trust Him and wait for His provision and guidance. He has never let me down yet. With everything I have been through in my life, I know one thing for sure. God has been with me every single step of the way, even when I couldn't walk on my own without the help of crutches. When I lost everything I owned and had to start over...when I became homeless twice...when other issues in life tried to get me down, God was always there to hold me up and keep me going ever forward toward whatever His goal for my life may be. Without Him, I know I would not be here now. So, if God has a car for me...or maybe even something much better than a car, I am ready to move continually forward. If you read my blogs enough you know my theme is baby steps. (Do you know I took that from the movie, What About Bob?) Losing weight--baby steps. Walking again--baby steps. Getting healthier day by day--baby steps. In my mind, whatever is not moving backwards is progress. I've been in the past. I'm not about to go back there again. God has something better for me out there and I am moving forward with Him.

Frustration

2010-08-23T14:24:00.001-07:00

As the heading says, I am feeling a bit frustrated today. More than just a bit, really.

A couple years ago when my son-in-law was killed, my daughter's pastor at the time responded to her question about how to get back to normal with something on the order of finding a "new normal". Last week as I was reading another blog by someone with invisible illnesses, the same basic term was mentioned. I don't think I have applied this term to my own life.

I can remember most of my early years praying to God asking for "a normal life". As I got into adulthood, I gradually started to realize that there really is no such thing as a normal life. Everyone has their own "normal".

But when things in your own "normal life" change permanently and drastically, finding a way back to some sort of stability can be difficult. Not allowing yourself to do so can be paralyzing. I think I am somewhere in between. And I am frustrated. Since I haven't really ever thought of applying the idea of a "new normal" to my life until today, I've let myself be stuck in trying to get back to my life as it was before my disabilities changed things.

My life has never been easy or what I ever considered "normal". It took me a long time just to realize and accept that I wasn't going to have that kind of "normal" life. My life was what it was and I would never be able to change the past. No matter what, I can only either stagnate in the present near-paralyzed life or I can try to find that "new normal" and go from there.

So this is where I get frustrated. I want a future. I want a good future. I am only 55 and too young to be thinking of spending the rest of my life stagnating when there are so many things I believe I could be doing. Just because I have some disabilities doesn't mean I am worthless. Yet I feel worthless. At the same time I know there are things I could be doing. But to do those things, I need help. And this is where another big part of my frustration comes into play. I don't have that help. I have the help that I need for the basics of my life. But not for the extras. And I cannot force people to help me.

The thing is, many of the things I would like to bring into my "new normal" would be fun things to do with at least one other person, or a group of people. I just can't seem to find anyone interested in being part of my life. And I can't find anyone who is interested in allowing me to be part of their lives. This does not include my children and grandchildren, although they could go a step or two further than they already do, if they wanted to. I don't know how to take the steps necessary to get to where I know I could be. I've tried everything I do know how to do but with very little in the way of results.

The biggest step forward came yesterday when I finally found someone who helped me go back to church. Going back to church wasn't easy on me physically or emotionally. I'm supposed to try to go again next Sunday. The way I am feeling right now, I am not sure I will want to. At least not yet.

I feel stuck. Stuck in this place between being able to do things I know I could do, and being able to do them. I know that makes no sense. But if you think about it, it does make sense. I know that I can do these things I want to do. It is just the getting to that holds me back. There are still the physical limitations, while improving somewhat, still aren't where I would like them to be. It's hard when I am sitting here comfortable in my home thinking I can do something, then dealing with what it takes to actually leave my home to do those things. There are things I would love to be doing right here in my home but doing them seems just out of reach.

So, is this my "new normal"? Is this what I need to accept before I can move on?

It seems like my entire life is just comprised of one grieving process following another. I am tired of grieving losses. And I am tired of the brief gains only to be followed by more losses. It takes away hope. And I am barely struggling by with the little hope I have left. Something has to change. I don't know what that change is or how to make it happen. But I keep trying.

Mixed Feelings

2010-08-19T09:16:00.000-07:00

I'm going back to church Sunday. I am excited to be going back. I've missed my church and my church family. To me they were family. To them...I am not sure what I was, or am.

When I got sick 4 years ago and gradually dropped out of my church activities until I wasn't able to go to church at all, I was scared. I felt alone. And I felt abandoned. Even though I had been on the church prayer list for weeks and weeks, when I started missing activities, people didn't question me. When I stopped going to church altogether, the grapevine reported back to me that my church family thought I was just going to another church somewhere. The one or two who kept in contact once in awhile to see how I was doing just didn't cut it. It was odd. Friends I had who didn't go to my church would run into friends from my church while out and about in town, shopping or running their errands. And I would hear back that they spoke about me. That's how I found out that my church thought I left because I found another church. I've never quite understood this. One report back to me was that I was "isolating" myself. However wrong that report was, it was much closer to the truth than that I had left my church for another one. All these reports hurt. But what really hurt was that I had apparently been forgotten by those I cared about, by those I called my friends. I would hear once in awhile from those one or two who kept contact, that I was being prayed for occasionally in my singles group. But in those 4 years since I got sick, and in the more than 3 years since I stopped going altogether, no one else from my church family has bothered to call or stop over to see how I am doing. Not one person bothered to find out the reason why I stopped coming, or to check about why my name wasn't on the prayer list anymore. I mean...to find out if I got better and didn't need prayer...or if I died and didn't need prayer...or if I just moved on like so many seemed to think.

I could have died. I was sick enough in the beginning. Every night when I went to bed I felt like I might not wake up the next morning because I felt so sick, so exhausted from just getting through the day. My illness is invisible to most. Unless I tell you I am sick and what is wrong with me, you would not know it. I am overweight which is part of the reason you would not notice the illness. Some of my symptoms could be explained away as being because of my weight. But those symptoms are not because of my weight. They are brought on because of my illness.

I've had bouts of Atrial Fibrillation off and on since back in the early 1990's. It was finally diagnosed as Paroxysmal A-fib in May of 1994. Paroxysmal because I only had occasional episodes...in my case back then...about twice a year with each episode lasting about 24 hours or so. Gradually over the years, the episodes came more often and lasted longer, until in June of 2006, they came and never left other than for a few days here and there. Since June of 2006 I have been in Chronic A-fib. I worked and kept my job for as long as I could, but the symptoms I had connected with my A-fib were worsening as the episode lasted longer and longer. Eventually, due to missing work for those times when I felt the worst, I lost my job and ended up on Social Security Disability. I continued going to church the best I could back then. But by then, when I went to church it was only on Sunday mornings because I didn't have the energy to go to work every day and still participate in the evening services and small groups I was part of. By the time I lost my job, I didn't even have the energy to make it to the Sunday morning services with any regularity. And in all the months that this took for me to slowly stop participating in my regular church activities, no one questioned why.

First to go was Choir. I didn't have the breath to sing anymore, let alone do the walking required to get from the room where we practiced to go back to the sanctuary for the Sunday evening service. Walking from the car into the church was almost more than I could deal with. Once inside the church, walking from one area for one activity to another for the service was just too much for me. Then there would be the walk back to the car. Most Sundays after morning service, Sunday nights after evening service, and Wednesday evenings after small groups, my closest friends and I would go out to some restaurant in town for food and fellowship. I completely stopped going out with my friends because I couldn't summon up enough energy to do it and still be able to keep up with my job. I was exhausted and pushing myself as hard as I could just to keep the job. Something had to give. After Choir, I stopped my small group involvements. Then I stopped going to Sunday Evening services and Sunday School. I could barely manage to just go to one service on Sunday mornings. When I did go, I didn't have the strength to stand around and chit chat with the others like I used to do. I especially could not walk and talk at the same time. I didn't have enough breath to do that. I am sure I seemed rude at times. But once I stood up to leave, I had to keep going just to make it to the car so I could stop and breathe for awhile before I could even think about turning on the engine and driving home. All this time I was still on the weekly prayer list because of the A-fib and what was happening with my health. Finally, once I had lost my job, and I was still feeling so sick, it was just easier to stay in bed on Sunday mornings instead of get up and struggle to get to church and back home again. Just that much effort wore me out.

Eventually, because of the loss of activity and exercise, the arthritis I have in my knees got worse and it became harder for me to walk. The strain of walking, along with the pain involved with walking put more strain on my heart which, in turn, caused me to back down even more from activities in my life. Eventually, almost 2 years ago, I gave away my car. I wasn't driving it because it just took too much out of me to have to go anywhere. The few times I did go anywhere, my daughter would take me. Places like to Walmart, and out to eat, and to any doctor appointments I had to go to. To this day, it is the same. I am homebound. I go very few places. The weather has to be right. My legs have to be feeling good (which now since the knee replacement, they feel a lot better). And I have to be feeling good with the heart issues. This means, I can have plans to go somewhere, and back out at the last minute. So I don't make plans.

Sunday, I have plans to go to church. Through Facebook, I have kept in touch with a few people from my church family and last night I posted that I wanted to go to church. One of the ladies figured out how to get me there so I am going. And I am planning on sticking with this plan to go. It will be morning so it shouldn't be too hot for me to go. I've been feeling better since the surgery and since getting a new medication added to my drawer of meds I take every day. I am hoping this works.

Still, my feelings are mixed. The Lord teaches us to forgive. I believe I have forgiven my church family. But the hurt feelings are still there. Our humanity separates us from God in that, though He is able to forgive AND forget, forgetting is difficult for us. And every day for the last 3-4 years since I completely stopped going to church and have been sitting at home feeling lonely, I have felt hurt and abandoned by the ones I cared about the most and needed the most. My brothers and sisters in Christ. The last few times I managed to go to church, I felt like an outcast for the most part. Even though there were a couple people who said hello to me and spent some time talking to me, most of my friends ignored me. I was too sick to stop and talk once I was up on my feet heading for the door after the service. But I was there early enough, sitting in the pew. And I stayed in the pew awhile after most people were leaving so I could get a straight shot out of the door and not be stuck trying to breathe and unable to walk or sit anywhere and wait. So there was plenty of time for friends to get to me to talk if they wanted to.

People who are not sick do not understand those who are sick. Especially if the ones who are sick, don't look any different than they did before they got sick. The only thing that would look different about me is that I have gained more weight since getting sick due to lack of activity. (And now there is a scar on my knee which will not be visible at church.)

I want to start a new ministry at my church, if I am able to keep going. Someone has to reach out to the other people like me...the ones with invisible chronic illnesses...the ones who leave the church and no one follows up with them to find out why...the ones who might just need a friend to reach out to them to let them know they haven't been forgotten. I really needed that kind of ministry in my life. Hopefully I can do something about it to help someone else like me.

Total Knee Replacement

2010-07-19T21:21:00.000-07:00

On Monday, May 24, 2010, I joined the ranks of those who have had some kind of total joint replacement. For me, it was my right knee.

For over a year prior to having my right knee replaced, I had been walking on crutches for short distances and using either my wheel chair or a publicly provided motorized cart whenever I went anywhere where walking would be more than a few feet. I've found out from participating in physical therapy at the nursing facility I stayed in for three weeks after the surgery, that my walking distance tolerance is about 150 feet. That is on a good day, which, while at the nursing facility most days were good days. That is also inside, in controlled atmosphere such as temperature, humidity, the surface I am walking on. And, that was with a cane. For me, that is success.

I began this road to disability a long time ago with various physical issues. First of all, I was born with what my mother termed "crooked legs". I was severely knock-kneed. By the time I was able to walk, the podiatrist had my feet taped up to build up my arches and walking in one of two types of shoes: Buster Browns (which I liked) or saddle shoes (which I hated). I can remember having to go get my feet taped once a week or so and that I hated it. The night before each visit to the doctor ended with me sitting on the kitchen counter with my feet soaking in the sinkful of water as my mother pulled off the horrible tape. In my mind, it reminds me of what duct tape looks and feels like today. Back in 1957 and 1958, I have no idea what kind of tape it was. What I do know is that it hurt really bad having that tape pulled off my little feet every week knowing that the next morning I was going to have new tape put on. I remember this going on at least until after I was three years old. Maybe longer. The Buster Browns and the saddle shoes, though, lasted into the first few years of grade school.

I was clumsy. I could walk and skip and run and jump just like the other kids, but not as well. And I fell down a lot. I twisted my ankles all the time. When I was old enough to question my mother about the taped feet, and about my legs (which she would always remind me about if I wanted to do something that might mean doing some kind of damage) I asked her why the doctor taped my feet. All she would say was that he had wanted to put me in braces but she couldn't afford the braces. So the next best thing the doctor could do was try to build up my arches. However, that meant that I could only wear good solid shoes with good arch supports. Good solid shoes like that didn't mix with childhood and childhood games. My mother, wanting to protect me, I suppose, would tell me that it was better if I didn't do certain kinds of activities because "when you get older, you are going to have problems with your legs". By the time I was a teenager thinking about career choices, it seemed that all the careers I was interested in involved being on my feet all day. These were all careers my mother discouraged. After all, when I got older, I was going to have trouble with my legs.

I didn't pay a lot of attention to the warnings my mother issued about my activities. I wasn't allowed to go barefoot, according to the doctor. Once the weather warmed up every spring, and right on through til it got too cold to go barefoot, it was hard to get me to wear shoes of any kind. I wasn't supposed to wear penny loafers, or tennis shoes (not the supportive shoes we know today). I was supposed to wear good supportive shoes with wide toes and high arches. They had to have shoe strings too. Absolutely no slip ons. But I guess by a certain age, I made such a fuss at the shoe store that my mom would give in and buy me the penny loafers and sneakers. I remember I liked Keds...I think because of the little red dot on the heels. I played almost every kind of game the other kids would let me play. I wasn't very good at any of them...the physical games anyway. But I kept trying. As long as they let me, that is. They wanted their teams to win. I wasn't the type to be good at helping them do that.

I loved ice skating. In the winter my cousins all went ice skating in the old canal that flowed just across the highway from their house. I spent a lot of time with them year round playing all kinds of childrens games, fishing, and sledding down the banks of the canal onto the ice. I skated too, as best as I could. I never had my own pair of ice skates. I always had to borrow a pair my older cousins had outgrown, then put on extra pairs of socks until I could get a tight fit with the skates. But it didn't help with my weak ankles, and I barely moved from place to place on ice skates. I wouldn't quit but by the time we would go inside, my feet and legs would be so sore from just the effort of trying to stand up straight and skate like the other kids did. I never would tell anyone how much it hurt. A few years later during the summer, my best friend and next door neighbor and I were having fun balancing on a small tree that had been cut down and was lying in our yard. It had been there for a couple days and we were getting pretty good with our "act". We pretended we were in the circus walking the tight rope. Then the next day the trunk of the tree had been put up on a saw horse for my friend's brother to cut the tree into manageable pieces. He walked away for something or other and we took the challenge. We climbed up on that tree and started in on our act, only this time the tree was in a different position and up off the ground. I lost my balance and started to fall. I looked down at where I was about to land and saw a pretty serious looking broken tree branch pointed right up at me. I knew if I fell on that branch it would dig into me pretty bad. So in the midst of that fall I changed my position and missed the branch but ending up twisting my ankle so badly that I couldn't walk on it. Back then, the doctor didn't bother taking an X-ray. He just squeezed it here and there and decided nothing was broken, wrapped it up in an ace wrap, and told me to keep off it for a few weeks. At that point, my already weak ankles became even weaker. The following winter when I tried to ice skate, I could hardly keep standing up. My feet hurt so bad, along with my ankles from being turned out instead of straight up. When I took the skates off, I found a big blood blister about the size of a quarter or half dollar on the ball of my foot. I never put on a pair of ice skates again after that.

In fifth grade the band director would come around to try to interest students in joining the band. My mother was thrilled! She convinced me of all the wonderful fun things I would get to do for free or for lowered prices that I would never get to do if I didn't join the band. So I got my flutophone and I joined the band. I went from flutophone that year to trumpet in sixth grade. I played trumpet for everything including marching band when we got to the summer after eighth grade when we were officially members of the high school marching band. I loved it! We marched in parades, at festivals, played for horse races at the county fairs, and got to go to Cedar Point every summer except once when we went to Kings Island instead. We competed in the Ohio State Fair Marching Band Contest. And I got to wear white Ked's sneakers! It was part of the uniform. Even in the fall during football season when we wore our full uniforms we still wore those white sneakers. Once football and marching seasons were over we switched gears and went into concert band mode. In ninth grade the director asked if anyone wanted to play a different instrument because he needed someone to play French horn. I volunteered. My mom wasn't thrilled with that because she loved having me play trumpet and dreamed of me playing all kinds of solos. Well, that just wasn't going to happen anyway. I switched to French horn and absolutely loved it. It was a good decision for me. One of the few good decisions I've made in my life. Well, I still got to play trumpet for all the marching season and French horn for the winter season. She was okay with that. In my senior year, I had warts on my foot. Sudden trip to the podiatrist. I hadn't seen him in years. I think because I used to put up such a fuss about going that my mom just stopped taking me. Anyway, he examined my feet and legs while he treated the warts. He told me that my feet and legs looked better than they ever had and that whatever I was doing was working. I looked him in the face and told him that I was marching in band, wearing sneakers, and that I wore penny loafers and went barefoot all the time. He said to keep it up because it was obviously working. I think, looking back on that now, that day had a healing effect for me. I was doing well at something finally. Band. And I had been able to hear the doctor tell me my legs were doing well in spite of all his advice I never paid attention to. I was happy. My mom was happy. At least at that point. And at that point, when I was seventeen years old, I had a baseline to go by about how my legs were doing.

Ending high school meant heading to college and choosing a career. I couldn't choose anything that made my mom happy with me. I chose cosmetology because I loved styling hair. She said absolutely not because I would be on my feet all day long and when I got older my legs would give me trouble. In my heart I wanted to be a dancer but I already knew with my clumsiness that I wouldn't measure up to professional standards. I really wanted to pursue music but for my mother that wasn't a good choice either...because there wouldn't be money in it. If you are young and reading this you have to remember that choices were severely limited for women back in the seventies. Finally, after trying special education as a major and ultimately dropping out of college for awhile, I ended up looking for work. The only work I ever seemed to be able to get was work in nursing homes, either as housekeeper or nursing assistant. After a couple years of working that way, I decided I wanted to become a nurse. Surprise of surprises, my mother was absolutely thrilled!!! But nurses spend their time on their feet. She didn't care! I wanted to be a nurse and she was happy about it. So off I went to nursing school. I chose to try for a Bachelor's degree in nursing so I could go on and get my PhD and go into research. I never made it that far. But the point of this part of the story is about how active I was during my college years. I lived off campus in an apartment complex next to the college. I walked every day I could that the weather would allow. It involved walking through a ravine going up and down hill, then walking from one building to another throughout the campus. I loved it. And I joined the concert band playing the French horn. In the meantime, during one of the labs of my physiology class, we had to blow into this machine to demonstrate how to measure lung power. When it was my turn, I blew the darn needles clear off the measuring board! I had such excellent lung power, most likely from what I learned about breathing in band, plus all the physical activities I was part of and all the walking I was doing. I was 23.

This is long enough for this post. Next time I will take off where I've left off and see how I have come to be dealing with disability now.

Introducing...

2009-08-02T14:37:00.000-07:00

This blog is being done both to help myself adjust to the differences in living with disabilities and hopefully to help others as well. I want input from my readers. If you are going through this too, comment. Let's share our stories. If you have tips and hints that have helped you, comment. I've been dealing with this for the past three years but only this past year have felt good enough to really want to resume past activities. Only now I am finding it hard to do that. So I thought that while I work to figure things out for myself, maybe a blog would help and others can get some help too.

My disabilities have to do with irregular heart beat called atrial fibrillation which makes breathing difficult when I walk around, especially going outside which for me includes a few stairsteps. I also have arthritis in my knees and probably my feet and ankles. Depression is also a problem, especially since all this happened with the illness and arthritis. I walk inside my home with either crutches, cane or no assistance, depending on how I am feeling. Outside I walk only short distances using the crutches or cane, also depending on how I feel. I got a wheelchair a few weeks ago to enable me to do more activities outside. I haven't had the opportunity to use it yet. That is another issue. I have no transportation of my own, so going anywhere depends on getting to go with someone else. This is a big issue for me as I have never been one who would ask someone else for help. Learning to ask for help has been hard. But I can do it when I need to go to the store or to the doctor. I still haven't done well with asking someone to take me somewhere that is just for fun.

So let me know what you think of this blog, as well as how you cope with your disabilities. I am looking forward to hearing from you.