Choosing Hope

Through my own good/hard story, and the suffering I have walked with family and friends, there have been some important nuggets I have learned along the way that I have tucked away in my heart to help me be a better friend/sister/daughter when I am with others who are really going through it. For a long time I have mulled over sharing these, even entertaining publishing a booklet something along the lines of “How to Help Someone You Love Through Grief.” Because truly, there are many things that unless you have walked through it you simply just don’t know, and that’s not always your fault.

I decided with the help of some of my closest people who have or are walking a hard road to share some of these bits of wisdom. And please, if you have had an experience you feel is worth adding; send me a message about it! I would love to broaden my perspective and help prepare others to respond with kindness and compassion.

What not to say…

When my friend and pastor’s wife was dying of breast cancer we had many honest conversations in the inviting safety of her cozy bed. One day one of the things she said to me was, “it’s so weird when people say to me ‘well you look good!’ As if somehow looking good negates the fact that this cancer is growing rampantly throughout the corners of my body daily.”

At the time I shared empathy with her, but in years following as I have been down the road of my own hard diagnosis, I have come to understand this even more than I could have imagined. It happens to me all. the. time. Especially true following hospitalizations or when experiencing down ticks in my level of functioning.

Two things come to mind when people exclaim to me, “well you sure *look* great!” in the midst of me feeling anything but. The first is that it somehow diminishes the validity of the illness I deal with every day, as well as the ever-impending life expectancy. When I hear people say this it feels like, “well it can’t that bad,” or “you must not really be /that/ sick,” or “you look good, so you must be ok!” Hearing how amazing I look the Sunday after a hospital discharge also manages to plant a tiny seed of self-consciousness… “well goodness, if I look so good now gracious knows how awful I must have looked three days ago when I didn’t have makeup on.”

The other thing to know is that when it is possible, the days I feel the worst are often the days I try my hardest to look my best, because you know, we all have this insecurity about gut-level honesty and just showing up unshowered or unkempt, in the comfy clothes that give our hurting bodies permission to feel however they are feeling.

The way I look on the outside is typically not a great representation of how I’m feeling on the inside, so keep that in mind when you’re having interactions with people who are battling illness for the long haul.

Not to say don’t give a compliment… I appreciate a good compliment as much as the next person! However, instead of a statement that lumps together how I look in spite of my illness, try to separate the two, like: “your hair sure looks good done that way,” or “your eyes really light up when you wear that color!” Approaching things this way removes the impression for a sick person that people’s barometer for how sick we must be is related to how put-together we look.

A friend of mine who has ALS invited my family and I to accompany her to the zoo recently. When she met up with us she looked amazing. She was pushing her wheelchair as a walker; fighting for each step while she is able, but understanding she would likely need help as the day wore on.

I commented on how good she looked; I told her how pretty she was in dangly silver earrings, and I gushed over how the lipstick she chose was the perfect vibrant shade for her brilliant smile. I knew, however, from our conversations the evening prior that she was fighting for energy and rest, and likely didn’t feel as perky as she looked. I chose my words carefully to compliment and encourage her without diminishing the elephant in the room- that despite her beauty, she is in the fight for her life.

Maybe that all sounds ridiculous, but I promise you it’s a whole thing. I’ve heard it from others, and I’ve experienced it myself.

Now you know a little something that will help grow your empathy and sensitivity to someone living with an ongoing illness! What are your thoughts?