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For the Love of Hospice

For the better part of a year or more my weeks have had to revolve around appointments. With 14 separate specialists each handling a different aspect of my health, you can imagine how the calendar filled up.  Most of these doctors have done me well, and helped me cope with the different challenges of  having a degenerative neuromuscular disease, but the past several months have left me exhausted each time I’ve had to leave my home, and resenting the several times a week that I had to spend my daily energy on seeing a doctor.  Helpful, yes, but the truth is there is no cure, and they’re all just doing their best to help me be more comfortable and handle the unpleasant side effects of my condition.

My husband and I had a very honest conversation about all this, and agreed it was time to get hospice involved.  Instead of running all the time from doctor to doctor, I wanted to spend more time at home with my loves spending what energy I do have on them.  I needed all the doctors consolidated into one master plan. It was the /best/ decision. 

The palliative care people? They’re a different breed.  I remembered this from my days working on the ambulance, but it was reaffirmed to me the first time I met my new team.  They aren’t out to find me a cure; their goal is to keep me as comfortable as I can be with what I’ve got, and that is exactly what I needed.  I was met with such kindness.  They weren’t rushed and bothered like so many; they took the time to see and understand me. They acknowledged and affirmed everything I was going through and feeling, and they committed to only do what I needed most.

Our days have slowed down.  I have found myself with more energy because there is less running around.  I’m so deeply grateful to shift our goals and focus on loving each other even more. My doctor is so kind, and readily available when I need something.  When I landed in the hospital with septic pneumonia recently, my palliative care team was there, and they were the ones who stayed extra in my room and laid comforting hands on me while we spoke, asked me how I was feeling, and truly sympathized with the pain I was experiencing and wanted to help.  I am learning a whole new level of compassion from these people, and I can’t help but wonder if I show the same love when someone needs me.  I sure aim to, and I’m thankful to have such incredible examples showing me the way.

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Hard Fight

I am here.

Head down, fighting hard over a perilous week, but still crawling to stand to chant the victory cheer.

It’s going to take some time for me to recover, but I will get there. In my quiet spaces, know I am deeply grateful for every kind word, thoughtful gift, and whispered prayer. You are my people.

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Giving it Up

This week I had a pretty hard doctor appointment that revolved around the words “severe muscle impairment,” “tracheotomy,” and “ventilator.” The same day I received an email reminding me it is nearing time for me to recertify my national Paramedic license. It was a sobering day.

For these past couple years, I have let my husband’s encouraging words and glass-half-full spirit spur me on in believing that I will walk in my Medic boots again. He was always reassuring me that we would get through this; I would get strong again and go back to the career that I love. During that time I have struggled with who I am when I’m not a paramedic or a firefighter. It became such a big part of what motivated and moved me that when it was gone I struggled with depression and wondering who I was. I still do at times.

Being a paramedic and firefighter is unlike any job on earth. To get to walk into people’s lives at the time they need you most, it’s indescribable. It was a privilege and an honor to get to show up in homes, cars, churches; all the places people have built their beautiful messy lives, and serve them at their most vulnerable moments.

I know that I am loved and cherished as I am. I know I am still me, and the people that matter the most will accept me as I am, but it has been a painful walk to slip further and further from my polished boots, the distinctive smell of bunker gear, and the smooth weight of my stethoscope around my neck. Like most folks in my line of work, I am a strong type A that likes to have everything under control. It is extremely humbling, and sometimes discouraging to see that I have lost much of that control, and have to surrender to something that controls me, rather than myself controlling it. What an important lesson in life though; one I undoubtedly needed to learn. We are not our own, and the power is not ours.

Most nights I don’t dream, but when I do it is of being back on the streets alongside my cherished partners, rushing toward the danger and the opportunity to help save a life. I know they are just dreams, but until I can’t anymore, I will keep clinging to them with a smile.

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Goodness

It has been two years since I’ve taken a shower. Until today. Well, a normal one anyway. Because of having a central line in my chest that can’t get wet, it’s been a lot of top half/bottom half showering, or sponge baths and then washing my hair. Well last week my central line was pulled, and replaced with a port that sits under my skin. It’s accessed once a week, which means Monday morning I get to pull it until it is replaced by my nurse later in the day.

Today I sat in the shower and marveled at how incredible it feels to have hot streams of water pouring over my head and down my shoulders. I washed my face and then got to rinse it off in the steaming spray. It!Was! Glorious! I may or may not have had to push my emergency button for help getting out because I overdid it a little. My bullet journal got an early update today, because I don’t even care what happens the rest of the day, this is a wonderful, excellent, outstanding, very good day.

If you can’t reach me, you know where I’ll be! Enjoy this picture of me deaccessed, sparkly clean, and oh so happy!

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Murphy

Today I am headed in for a double surgery. It’s been one of those “if it can go wrong,” weeks. Not to worry though; we’ve got this.

For a few weeks and a few wasted doctors’ visits, we have been trying to get to the bottom of a fever and severe pain from my J tube. It was finally just discovered that I have what’s called a Buried Bumper. So I will be going in to have it removed from where it’s imbedded, and hopefully they will be able to place a new one right away.

Not to be outdone, yesterday the central line in my chest started infusing everything in a big balloon of swelling on my collar bone, instead of into my heart. This access is very important for me on a daily basis, so they’re going to be removing the old line and giving me a new port at the same time as the first surgery.

Here’s to things always being an adventure, to a good long nap, and to knowing that I am well loved and cared for, even when my middle name seems to be Murphy.

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Big Adventuring

I am deliciously exhausted and nursing pain in new places, and it is wonderful. My heart has struggled throughout this summer to send my loves off to do things that I no longer can. For awhile I tried to tag along and keep up, but reality was that my limitations became an anchor for them, and it made me sad to see my little ones have to miss out because of their sick mama. Eventually I started insisting they go along and enjoy themselves without me. My sweet babes graciously offer to stay behind with me, but I know in their hearts they will feel disappointed. I smile big, tell them I will enjoy the chance to rest, and send them on their way to enjoy roller coasters, baseball games, and long walks through special events. This weekend however, I went all in.

I have missed our summer camping trips and been hungering for the fresh peacefulness of escaping from the city to soak in nature’s quiet. No sooner had I mentioned how much I wanted to camp was my man working hard to find us the perfect spot, and getting our camper ready for our first-last summer camping trip. I am usually excellent at planning and preparing these things, so it was frustrating that as the weekend grew near I was making my list of things to prepare smaller and smaller with hopes of actually accomplishing something. I had to choose easy instead of the usual fun and unique camping meals, and I may have completely forgotten a few things we needed, like towels, but I kept reminding myself the prize was just getting to be present, even if that meant pop tarts instead of bacon and eggs over the campfire.

We surprised the kids and had everything ready to go for the weekend when they got home from school Friday. And by /we/, I mostly mean Mark, who took my lists and bustled around to make it happen while I mostly stared at the ceiling and willed my recent surgery scars to stop screaming for attention. The joy on their faces was worth the fight.

It was a different experience, checking and double checking that the bags of medicines and medical supplies were all accounted for, and the heaps of pillows and blankets and bedding foam that took up half the space were all for my little spot, but no one complained about having to drive slowly because of the bumps, or having to spend extra time to find a fishing spot that was accessible for me. Everyone chipped in to help, and we had the most amazing time.

The weekend was filled with spooky stories, wiggly night crawlers, sunscreen, firewood, and a giant canvas of beautiful stars. I pushed myself to every limit to get to cast my line in the water as many times as possible, and snuggled up with my dog to rest while everyone else enjoyed hiking and geocaching. It was a simple weekend, and one I will treasure for the incredible satisfaction of getting to spend time with my tribe, doing what we love, and for a little while feeling like the mama adventurer I used to be.

I have been slow to move today, and struggled through some extras aches, but for the best reason. I will never stop hungering for more days making beautiful memories with my people.

Oh yeah… and next time my goal is to get my hard working hunk in front of the camera more!