I’m like the Tonya Harding of the non figure skating world

More specifically

I am the Tonya Harding of the sick persons world

Like Tonya, I’m not the easiest to like

Like Tonya, I don’t evoke feelings of sympathy

Like Tonya, I’ve had to work at everything I’ve ever wanted

Unlike Tonya, I know the war is with myself

No one else ever should a chance

I know that there is no outside force that can be changed which will miraculously make my own life any easier

Nor will it make me the perfect poster child for a winning MS campaign

Or the face of the next Bell Let’s Talk day

I’ve accepted that things will likely always be a little harder for me

It’s my cross to bear

I’ve learned not everyone has one

And yes they are indeed lucky for that

Would I change it if I could?

Without hesitation

Do I think that there is anything within my control that would make said things easier for me?

Not a chance

The cross I have to bear

It’s a big one

It’s heavy and solid all the way through

And I drop it often

I can’t ever lose it though

Because I know it’s mine for this lifetime

So I pick it back up

And march on with it

It never feels lighter or easier

But I get more comfortable with it

I still stumble, and I struggle

But I have learned something

That cross will always be mine

And so I bear that damn cross

That has my name so deeply carved in it

That it could only ever be mine

No doubt or question

Sometimes I think I was born with that fucking cross

It was always mine

It claimed me

Before I had a chance to even breathe

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Hi my name is Angela and it’s been one week since my last infusion…

It’s been up and down

Steroids really fuck with my entire system

Most of the physical side effects have dissipated

Left over is irritability

More so than usual that is

I don’t know how last time around I spent an entire month in isolation

I’m seriously going mad inside

I’ve watched shows, played around with my hair, cleaned, planted some herbs on my terrace and slept

And thought

A lot

I’ve been thinking about what’s next with work, how the kids are doing, if this treatment will work, the upcoming Paxil withdrawal, how they really do get the caramel in the caramilk bar

And the list goes on and on and on

I’m not gonna lie

The Paxil thing has been at the forefront

I have been totally obsessing over it

I’m terrified

But that’s another blog entry altogether

Right now

I’m trying to make it to two weeks post treatment

And then I will rejoin the world

If it’ll still have me of course

Which has always been debatable

At best

Like me

Temperamental

At best

‘Piglet noticed that even though he had a very small heart, it could carry a rather large amount of Gratitude.’

While I can’t say for certain one way or another where the storm of powerful emotions is coming from

Is it the high dose steroids, the cocktail combo of everything else and now the drastic withdrawal?

A culmination of the last several months, much of which was unpleasant at best?

I guess it doesn’t even matter

What does matter, is that like Piglet, I’ve noticed that my heart can carry an enormous amount of gratitude

And I don’t think gratitude is meant to kept bottled up. It’s like having a present and never giving it to the intended recipient.

I want to lay out some honest gratitudes in a way that doesn’t trivialize then into mere platitudes So bear with me while I navigate these murky waters

In can be hard for people drowning to see the good, the things to be grateful for

But I’m going to try

I am grateful for:

  • My partner in crime. Through thick and thin. Sick and sicker. Depressed and anxious. I know I could live without you if I had to, but what a sad sad life it would be.
  • My mom, mother in law and sister for each taking time out of their days to spend a day at the infusion clinic. Mainly being my go getters and entertainment and in Connie’s case, my calm. You each played such an important role in this infusion week. I am forever grateful.
  • My friends, my family especially my dad who wrote a sweet note for me every day on Facebook and even called me Bella 😭
  • I am so warmed and surprised by how many people reached out through a text, a visit, a phone call, a message or a line on some social media platform. Going through any hard time is always made easier when there are people who for whatever reason show their support in whatever way they want and can.
  • I am grateful for each of my three nurses who took wonderful care of me even knowing they’d likely not see me again. They were kind, understanding and never brushed off any of my feelings or symptoms.
  • I am honoured to have spent my time with all my fellow fighters and warriors (of the MS variety or not). I wish there was a collective magic pot where we could each leave a small amount of whatever it is that makes us fight so that when one of us is running on empty, they can dip into the reserves. So much of our fight is done behind closed doors, in beds and in darkened rooms, and I hope that more of us can find the courage to join this crazy fight together.
  • Finally I am sooo happy to have a family doctor who could send a script to my pharmacy for some good sleeping pills, and you dear readers should be happy too. Because no sleep and high dose steroid withdrawals makes for an extra less than amiable Angela.

And who in their right mind would want that?

🙌🏼✌️✊🏼🤞

Someone Like Me

One more day to go

Tomorrow is my first day of Round 2 Lemtrada treatment

Today is my prep day

I am prepping meals and snacks for the infusion days

And dinner meals for the week

I need to take the dreaded Prednisone this afternoon to help my body get ready for the infusion

I have a roster of family coming with me on each of the three days

I feel ready

More than that

I want it to be done already

It’s kind of like putting your life on hold for a minimum for one year

With the possibility of extending that

This year has not been kind to me

And I’ve had difficulty in dealing with everything from work to my health to my finances and personal life

What doesn’t kill you…right?

Having said that I do feel better prepared for around 2

I know what to expect and what not to expect

And I now know that nothing good ever comes without sacrifice

So if it means another year of my life on hold to make the next several years hopefully better…

So be it

I have discovered I am the type of person who needs something to look forward to

A purpose

A goal

A reward

I find it motivating and challenging and I like overcoming challenges

I thought it would be helpful to me if I made up a list of things I am looking forward to

It makes this more tangible

And it makes this feel worth it

Here goes:

  • I want to go to Salem for Halloween this October
  • I want to go to a beach somewhere this summer (sorry Ontario, with an ocean)
  • I want to plan a trip to a place I’ve never been like Ireland or Portugal within the next 6-9 months
  • I want to find a job where I feel valued and where I feel like I’m doing something goodI want to become reacquainted with the city I love by exploring different neighbourhoods or rediscovering old neighbourhoods
  • I want to take up photography as a hobby and incorporate that into this blog
  • I want to make this blog into something…more
  • I want to see and spend time with the people I love and who make me smileI want to spend my nights sharing stories with J. where we can laugh and look forward to the future that is open for usI want to make my body and mind healthy for the first timeI want to remove unhealthy toxins from my life and body (looking atcha Paxil
  • I want to get a tattoo to immortalize this experience as is the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced

And this last one, is probably the most difficult and simultaneously the most important one to me.

  • I want to feel at peace in my soul. In my mind and in my body. I don’t expect happiness 24/7 but I want to know that it is attainable even for someone like me…

36 Years Old And Still Not Okay

Sick and tired

Running a low grade fever

Closer to treatment I get, the worse I feel

I feel like I’m nonstop fighting a flu

Tired of feeling this way

But honestly, I can’t even remember a time where I didn’t feel shitty

Where I didn’t feel sick

Or just generally unwell

Mentally or physically

Even pre MS diagnosis

Facebook reminds me of all the statuses I’ve posted over 10 plus years complaining over one sickness or another

Is it possible that I’ve never been really OK?

And I know what the optimists will say:

You gotta be positive

Things will get better

But I have no evidence to prove any of that as plausible

In fact all the evidence I’ve collected throughout my life points to the contrary

The evidence illustrates a life filled with sickness and struggle as a result

Try as hard as I might

And I cannot for the life of me

Think of a time when I felt…I don’t know even just OK

But that can’t be possible right?

No one can always have been and continue to feel like shit, right?

Is anyone’s luck that bad?

So is it my mood then?…

This is like a chicken and egg thing

And I can’t figure out what came first

Did my mental health change one day…

And then my physical body became sick?

And when did this all happen?

Because I’m looking back through the screen shots of my life and I can’t think of a time where I felt…I don’t know…good

But ‘good’ sounds so insignificant

I don’t understand it

And I don’t know how to fix something that I don’t understand

Then I worry that I’ll never understand

So where does that leave me?

Sick

And

Tired

At only 36 years old

And still just fucking lost

Road map

I was 18 years old

I had just gotten my very first tattoo

In Montreal with my good friend

I got a tiny little fist

It took maybe 15 mins

And then we walked to a park

And I had my very first panic attack

This picture was taken when I walked away not really explaining myself to my friend

I don’t remember ever experiencing a feeling quite like that

Yet I instinctively knew that it was a ‘panic attack’

I grew up seeing my father have them

Almost daily

The knowledge didn’t help not comfort me

Somehow I made it through that first episode

I can’t really say how

And all these years later

And that tattoo

Of that little fist clenched in a show of power

Is still bumpy to the touch

Like a warning of the struggle up ahead

But I’d rather think of it as a tangible road map of what I’ve been through

And survived