Friday, October 21, 2016

What is it Like to Love a Lupie?


I'd just like to take a moment and look outside myself. I've been rambling on about my adventures with Lupus for sometime now and I'd like to touch on another perspective. Because, in truth, it's not all about me. I have the disease, to be sure, but Lupus has it's impact on those who love me, who count on me, and who have to do without me or care for me when I'm ill. Among those, it's mainly, it's my Dear Husband who has the lion's share of the impact. It has been an huge adjustment for him and I have to say right now that I am more thankful that I can say for his support and understanding along the way.  Don't worry, he knows this, I tell him daily. 


I think the hardest thing for my Dear Husband to adjust to was the worry that he may lose me. At any time. That the cold, or that rash, or the swollen bump on my neck could be signs of my impending demise. In truth, that worries me too sometimes. But for him, he feels helpless and scared when I'm not OK. And I feel guilty for making him feel this way. 

There is a regular level of stress that comes with having a partner with Lupus that I think most couples don't have to deal with to a large extent. Most spouses may get texts from their partners asking to "pick up milk" "I'll be late there's traffic" or some such.  My Dear Husband gets texts that say "test results say it's not lymphoma" or "I have a referral to the ENT for Wed." or "I have to change my meds again" or "the bill for the MRI came in, don't make any major purchases". Yeah, we do that a lot.

The other part of this is the work load and responsibility shift that had to take place when I got ill. We live on three acres in the woods, with chickens, four cats, a big garden in the summer, lots of mowing in the spring, half a dozen fruit trees, and a small vineyard. All of this has chores involved with the care and upkeep. I used to be an equal partner in these things, or at least I would try, he's not easy to keep up with. These days, it's much more difficult for me to do physical work. The muscle weakness keeps me from lifting or carrying much. The sun sensitivity limits my time out side to early mornings and evenings. Extreme temperatures limit my time outside as well. Oh, and I get tired, really tired very fast. So I'm not doing my full share. My Dear Husband, however, is trying to do all those things I can't keep up with regularly, as we'll as his normal share. It's just too much.

Speaking of work, I was a good contributing partner in the money aspect before my diagnosis. However, I had to give up a lucrative position to take a less stressful, closer to home, part time position, to get my health in order. Before this change, I was making twice as much per hour as I am now and twice as many hours. My paychecks are a bit anemic these days and until recently I didn't even have benefits. With all of this there is also the economic worries that come with more medial costs. Medications, tests, regular visits to the specialists can put a strain on a pocket book. So financially my Dear Husband took on most of the financial responsibility in our partnership as well. I still feel cheated about this loss myself but he just says we'll figure it out together. 
The partner of someone with a chronic illness discovers the lack of spontaneity that develops when you have to plan for rest before and after an event or an activity for us to keep healthy. You live with lots of little disappointments, when what you want to do is put on hold until we feel better. When you want to be romantic but your partner is taking meds for pain and is so exhausted they miss your hints. I sometimes wonder if I'm worth hanging around for. He says I am and I'm so thankful. 

Some of this sounds sort of dire, and sometimes it feels that way too. However, I've been getting a handle on my health. I've got good doctors and the medications are working for me. I've made some changes in how I do things that are helping. I have tried to do what I can to make this easier for my Dear Husband too. I try to understand that he has to cope with this too. I keep him up dated on my heath status, medical appointments, tests, etc. so there are no nasty surprises to cause undo worry. I try to plan ahead to do events that mean a lot to him, by resting and bringing all my "gear" to do the best I can in environments that challenge my health. I try to help more on the good days so that all of the responsibilities are not falling on him all the time. When I'm feeling well, I schedule date nights to be sure he knows I still think he's the best husband ever. On good days when I have the energy, I try to cook the big meals that I know he loves. I do what I can when I can.

The situation is not perfect, but we are doing well and we care a lot for each other. I don't know what I would do without my Dear Husband and all he does for us. His emotional support and sense of humor are vital to my well being. He keeps me healthy in so many ways. I am so thankful.  



Sunday, October 16, 2016

Still Trying to Be Me



Well, it’s officially autumn and I've been trying to make some changes in my world that will allow me to be “the me before Lupus”. I know, I know I’m still the same person but it sometimes feels like I’ve become someone else. The things that I now have to avoid have made my world a bit smaller and I resent it now and again. I used to be outdoors doing activities and kept my body moving enough that gaining weight was not a huge problem. I used to be able to high impact physical activities without symptoms. However, since being diagnosed with Lupus that has changed.  Not being able to participate in high impact activities, or be outside due to my vampire like reaction to sunlight, being often exhausted or ill. Sometimes, just being depressed about my limitations kept me from moving my body enough.  Also, I’m now in the sisterhood of “wome
n of a certain age”.  Things they are a changing.  


Treadmill = Boring - Happy or HungryThat all being said I am still trying to be me where I can. Recently, I have found a used treadmill for about $25 at a garage sale and have been trying to be active everyday. It’s not like mountain biking, rock climbing, walking in the woods, or any of those other things I used to do, but I found that if I can do the treadmill for 30 minutes per day I actually feel better.  The other thing is when a body is not mountain biking, rock climbing, etc., that body can’t eat like it is.  So I’m watching my intake and I really, really, really don’t like that. I like to eat. It just sucks. We still cook great meals, do my summer canning, and we still eat very well, but I used to have a lot more latitude when it came to my caloric intake when I was active.  My daily treadmill work out is helping me enjoy food without as much…erm….Backlash. Since my daily 30 workout, I’m sleeping better and have had less of those “It’s 4 AM and I have not shut my eyes!” nights. I’m feeling healthier too.  

Are You Taking Too Much Medication? - Grandparents.comI’m still taking medication, and will most likely be doing so for the rest of my life. However, the medication that I am on is a “First Tier” drug and one of the options with the least side effects and long term risks. In fact, I’m doing well on a half dose, so I’ll be sticking with it for as long as my body will let me. It’s really helped me have almost normal days. I have not have severe flares for several months, just some of the less scary symptoms that make me exhausted or uncomfortable. Because of this improvement, things at work have improved and I’ve been able to increase my hours enough to qualify for medical coverage. This is a very, very good thing. I’m very thankful for my position, as well as for my bo
ss who was willing to work with me and help us both get what we needed. I’m very fortunate.


Size of this preview: 374 × 600 pixels . Other resolutions: 149 ...The limitations on one’s social life is still a big challenge. I miss being spontaneous, being outdoors, staying up late, saying “yes” to all those social engagements, being the person who can be counted on. These days, early to bed, sticking to a schedule, keeping to a diet, choosing one event per weekend instead of all of them, and resting regularly, is my normal. It’s working but I still feel cheated now and again. However, remission is possible. The better I care for myself the closer I can get to that Holy Grail. 

I’m still trying to be me.