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I am a wife and mother who also has cystic fibrosis and a mitochondrial disease.
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Friday, July 29, 2011

Matter of Life and Breath Blogger Challenge: Personal Disease Perspectives Edition

So yesterday I read the blog of a friend:
http://amatteroflifeandbreath.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogger-challenge-personal-disease.html
She posed a challenge, so I will do my best to answer her questions in hopes to reveal my outlook on cystic fibrosis to any who are curious to know what I think.

"1.Write a blog explaining your personal thoughts and experiences in dealing with CF control and progression. This could include your views on whether CF is in fact a "controllable" disease, your personal definition of compliance, your thoughts on whether (or how) someone with CF should be judged in terms of "good enough" self-care (what makes you feel judged? do you think those fears are justified? is judgment ever useful in this context?), your own struggles with control vs. unpredictability, and how you keep motivated in the face of so many questions."

I wasn't diagnosed until I was 21, so I grew up sick. Although I wasn't just a sick kid; I was the sick kid that no one believed. I would complain and get accused of being lazy; trying to get out of school or some other obligation; or selfish. My parents say that they always knew something was wrong with me, but I think with no answers from the doctors that they started to doubt themselves. When I was 16 and needed my gall bladder out; I think everyone finally realized that I was sick and when they diagnosed my with pancreatitis they knew some thing had to be wrong. But it still took 5 years for them to figure out what it was. This was, for the most part, because as a child we did not have health insurance and honestly the information out there about CF was (at that time) minimal. Everyone thought that you had to fit into specific symptoms...boy were they wrong.

When I was diagnosed I was so happy to have a name, and I foolishly thought that meant we could start to fix it. After some research and a meeting with my CF doctor, I was terrified. I mean; all of the sudden I wasn't just sick I was dying. At least that was all I could focus on.
Life expectancy...
It took years for me to accept that I was as sick as they said, to want to fund raise, and to look beyond the dreaded "life expectancy." I had to figure out on my own, through research and joining a few CF support groups online that CF is different for everyone.
Sure it is progressive, but we all have different rates of progression. So I feel that it is inaccurate for doctors to tell patients (or caregivers) that they have a "mild" CF. There is no such thing, there can be mild symptoms but not mild CF. At least that is the conclusion I came to after meeting others with CF online and talking with my doctor.

Do I think CF is controllable? Not really. I mean certain aspects could be, like taking medication and using your vest; but the other aspects that cannot be controlled are genetic factors and in some cases environmental factors. You could pick up a bacteria at the beach or a friends pool, but also by using a public restroom or water fountain. So unless you put yourself in a bubble there is no way to protect yourself from every factor. Additionally even if you are extra careful and your best friend comes over to visit they could be caring a bacteria they picked up (at a pool, hot tub, or by sharing a drink with someone else). Not to mention those friends and family members who still visit with a runny nose or a cough. (even if allergies is the cause you are still spreading germs and bugs; you do still have germs in your snot!)
So I think we all have to do the best that we can, but not expect an easy road just because we are compliant and/or we exercise and take really good care of ourselves. Kinda like you can't win the lottery if you don't buy a ticket; you can't avoid getting a CF bacteria unless you don't have CF. (There are just too many factors, in my opinion) But I should say that I do think we need to work on what we can, influence the factors we might had sway over (environmental) to improve the health we do have.

I think it is crazy to lay blame on another CFer for getting sicker; because it is impossible to know all of the factors. The CFer themselves may not even be aware of all of the other factors. I don't think laying blame or judging helps in any situation; but especially not when dealing with an illness.

How do I stay positive?
I still find myself in a bit of denial every now and then; I am very self conscious about being sick. That, I'm sure, is because of my childhood. So I tend to try to do as much as possible to be "normal"; but in the end that is just a fancy way of saying I do too much to attempt to make up for the extra efforts of everyone else. I hate it when people have to do more, because I can only do 50% or less. (This is one of my biggest flaws.) To stay positive I:

1. Blog. I have this blog and another one (On the bright side); this one helps me vent, and the other I use to list my many blessings in life.
2. I take pictures and I cook. They are little things I do that help me be creative.
3. I cry. I used to think it made me weak. But I find that a good cry helps me "get it off my chest."
Last but not least, I am a very spiritual person. I'm not saying that is the only way to cope, just that it is helps me to cope. I don't go to church every Sunday, but I do not think God worries about physical attendance. The thing that matters is how we treat each other, not what church we go to. But again that is only my opinion.

So that's my input! I'll pass this on to my friends who read this CF or not. Here are the "rules."

1. Write a blog explaining your personal thoughts and experiences in dealing with CF control and progression. This could include your views on whether CF is in fact a "controllable" disease, your personal definition of compliance, your thoughts on whether (or how) someone with CF should be judged in terms of "good enough" self-care (what makes you feel judged? do you think those fears are justified? is judgment ever useful in this context?), your own struggles with control vs. unpredictability, and how you keep motivated in the face of so many questions. Or, you know, whatever you want to write about really. It's your blog.

2. Comment below with a link to your blog so that all of us can read your response. YOU DO NOT NEED TO LINK TO MY BLOG IN YOUR ANSWER. If you'd like to do so, please feel free, but this is about starting a discussion, not publicity.

3. Encourage your own readers to get in on the conversation by posting the same instructions on your blog. Remember, the more responses, the better the conversation. Let's see if we can get this one going as much as with past challenges.

4. If you don't have a personal blog (or just don't feel like going through steps 1-3), feel free to still make yourself heard by simply leaving a comment with your thoughts below.

5. Non-CFers are 100% welcome to participate, either by pulling from their own experiences or simply by offering their perspective as people, friends, and loved ones.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

fear and death

So today, I was feeling a little down thinking about those who have passed because of CF.I did not know any of them personally but being in the same support circle; I felt as though I did-in a way.It always stings when someone passes because of CF, but so far this year 3 have passed. 3. I just think of that number and I am scared out of my mind. Sad beyond belief. And that is only 3 that I had heard about my self. I am doing well lung wise. No recent chest infections or anything. My sinuses seem to always be infected lately, but I'm used to it. My muscles are always achy here lately--but I'm used to that too. My digestive system is still wonky, but mainly because we are trying to pin point what medication and how much I need. My joints have been bothering me which is new, and alarming because I have no idea if it is my mitochondrial disease progressing or if it is just because it has been so cold lately.

Anyway--it is all just a lot. The deaths, I mean. I can deal with pain or discomfort but death breaks my heart. I believe in heaven; but my heart breaks for those who are left behind. The sorrow they'll endure...I wish no one had to deal with it.

It's part of life, I know. It's not supposed to be easy, I know that too. I suppose I just think it is unfair that these people have to watch a loved one struggle and suffer...and then have to pick up the pieces when they are gone. I don't think it is fair. I think it is because I am close to friends and family that this bothers me so. Because I know one day it will be their turn. Their turn to watch and then to have to pick up the pieces.

Friday, March 26, 2010

The care and feeding of this sick person

I have been depressed lately because of something that happened recently. So I decided that I needed to write a letter to my friends and family.

Dear friends and family,
This letter is for all of you; but I have two different messages, so there will be two parts. For those of you who support me by sending emails or calling me to check in...for those of you who help raise awareness about cystic fibrosis or walk with me during Great Strides...those of you who fundraise with me or on your own...and the ones who make me laugh when I feel like crying...THANK YOU. I'm not sure if I tell you guys enough; but I appreciate you and your support. It means the world to me and to Frank and Kate. Your encouraging words mean more to me than you know.

For those of you who don't know how to offer support to some one with a disease I have somethings to say. I may not understand what it is like to watch someone you care about get sick over and over, but I do understand what it is like to be that person. Because; I am that person. I need to know that my friends and family have my back. That they are thinking of me, praying for me...I don't expect you to drop everything and focus on me but that you get me. You may not get cystic fibrosis or my mitochondrial disease but that you get *me*. I don't want sympathy; I want a little bit of understanding. I'm about to say things I don't say too often...but I am scared. I'm worried about my future, I'm stressed because I feel like a burden.
I hope I don't sound whiny or needy, but I can only assume since I don't get support from some of you that it is my fault. It is not fair for me to expect you to know what I want or need. So this is me telling you.
-I enjoy spending time with you, I know that you all have busy lives and families. But a phone call or an email is always appreciated. I don't like complaining or dumping my problems on people, but I'll gladly tell you about test results or just talk about the weather. Heck, I'd love to hear about the funny thing that happened on the way to work yesterday.
-I don't want pity, just a little understanding. Have you read about CF? Mitochondrial mutations?
http://www.cff.org/AboutCF/
https://health.google.com/health/ref/Cystic+fibrosis
http://my.clevelandclinic.org/disorders/Mitochondrial_Disease/hic_Mitochondrial_Disease.aspx
When I was 21 an article was written about me:
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/12400067
(I can even copy the full version if anyone is interested)

-I don't want you to come to the Great Strides walk with your money; I just want to see someone fighting to help cure a disease that will end my life one day. People show up just to walk with Frank, Kate and I.
-I don't want you to come over because I need anything from you, but rather because I *want* to spend time with you. Again; I am about to make reference to something that is not a secret but something that I don't like to think about...
I don't want to die wondering if you knew how I felt or "what if"; I could die before I'm 37. Only 50 percent of us make it farther than that. I know that many of you aren't worried about dying and I probably sound morbid; but the reality is that I am not the healthiest person. Not because I woke up one morning and decided I want to be sick; but because by some cosmic alignment I got CF, two mitochondrial mutations, a thyroid that doesn't work well, and blood that clots fast.

While we are on this subject, I also want to ask you a favor. When you are sick and you need someone to vent too, call me or drop me a line. I can lend a sympathetic ear or maybe give suggestions; but do not tell me that I don't understand. That I just don't get it; because you may not see me wake up in the mornings and cough my head off, many times until I vomit. But I do, You may not see me fall over or run into a wall while I'm trying to walk, and you probably don't have a clue of what is in my medicine cabinet...but trust me...this is real. It is a big deal for me, for my friends and family. Please refrain from telling my husband and daughter that they don't get it either, or that they don't have it tough because they do. More than people realize.

I'm sorry if this sounds selfish or bitchy; that is not my intention. I guess I'm hoping that by admitting to you all that this is what I need; maybe I'll get it from more people. I hope that I offer all of these things, and if I don't...tell me. I will be better.

I'm not speaking for every one with a chronic illness, just for me.

Love,
Chrissy