January 06, 2005
36 going on 80?
I have lived my entire life in the fast lane. I am always first in line at the express counter. This has been a HUGE slow down for me. More often than not now I require the use of a cane to help me get around. I feel like people in stores and such look at me and wonder why someone my age would be using a cane. The few who do ask always ask if I have been in some kind of accident because it is not normal to see a thirty something walking with the aid of a cane.
The other thing that bothers me about the cane is my children. They are teen agers so it is already embarassing to admit you have a mom but especially to have a mom who is getting around on a cane?! I know they also feel that this is unfair to them. Last night my son asked if I would take him to Wal-Mart-mind you the night before he had asked if I would take him last night and I told him I did not see any reason why not. Then last night came and it was raining and I was hurting so bad that I could not do it. He is fifteen and was upset because I had told him prior that I would take him then the time comes to take him and I could not do it. I am hoping if I am still feeling so crummy tonite that I can get my husband to take him but he is not not adapting well to me asking him to do things for me anyway so I do not know if he will take him or not.
The kids did not ask for this diagnosis and neither did my husband but I think they forget sometimes that neither did I. It has affected my entire family but I am the one most affected and it is hard for me to be there for them and try to help them adjust when I am going through so many adjustments myself. My body does not work the way it used to and neither does my mind. It is a major conflict inside my own head when I tell yself I can do something and then I can not do it. I feel so betrayed by my own body!
It has been hard for the kids, the husband and myself but at least the kids do try to help me deal with it and they try to make life easier for me. It seems like they are now being forced in some ways to grow up quicker than I had ever wanted them to. I have heard it said that adversity breeds character and while I am certain that is true I also wanted my kids to be able to say they had a normal upbringing instead of saying they had to help take care of their mother-that is not fair. I do still do the majority of things so it is not as bad as some kids have had it but still not as good as I would have liked for them.
Posted by Lisa on January 6, 2005 03:06 AM
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Every teenager wants something "yesterday" or "last week" ! Mine did. But as they have grown into adulthood, they remember how hard I worked, not the months I spent in bed or in the hospital. With lupus, I found that the blessing it bestowed upon our family was the need for total, absolute, honesty in communications. We all knew that if asked, we would not have asked to be drafted onto a team with a member who had SLE. But when my mind was clear, they had a non-judgemental, loving parent who listened to them; and was totally direct as to what help she could provide on that specific day or hour, and what was impossible. And if the situation changed, I was just as flexible in coming to their help, even if two hours before I said it would be impossible. So there was consistency in that truth was always the arbiter of all discussions. What was, just was. When you learn to deal with reality, without feeling guilty, unloved or that someone is punishing you or being vindictive, you have the most important tool to make it through life.
And if I was working hard, I didn't put my work on hold to do some tiny errand at their beck and call. Things were done in bunches, scheduled when more than one errand could be accommodated. We lived up on a mountain, and last minute trips involved a long distance. And with three miles of pot holed dirt road, every bump was sheer agony for my body. Even if I hadn't been in such pain, I confess, I was and am an efficiency nut, who wasn't going to loose two hours of work time to do something that could wait when three errands could be done at the same time. People have to learn flexibility. My friends that came from huge families have a wonderful kind of serenity about them. Mom couldn't be there for ten kids at all times, so other siblings took over that role when Mom was busy or not available. And they grew up to be very loving, serene people who just go with the flow. And a Mom with Lupus is a lot like that. You're a great role model, Lisa. Your kids are lucky to have you. Kid's pick up when their Moms don't care. (They are at the country club, the hairdresesers, don't know the names of any of their teachers, and are just never THERE physically or emotionally). You may be dead tired at times, but nothing can mask how much you love and care about your kids and their well being. Kids that are an active part in a working, caring family with responsibilities of their own that are age appropriate, do well as adults. It's the children that don't do a thing as an integral part of the family unit ,children who have nothing expected of them at all, that seem to suffer later on. And your kids are going to do great. They've got you, Lisa.
Posted by: Cath at January 17, 2005 01:43 AM
