A New Adventure

I have some exciting news: my (dis)abled life has now become its own website, mydisabledlife.com! I am really, really excited about this, and all of you, if you are willing, can help my goals become a reality by doing a few easy things.

Step 1: Go to my new website and follow me there instead of here, by subscribing by email right there on my page.

Step 2: Keep reading! I know it’s not as convenient as having it right here in the WordPress feed, but I love being able to share with all of you, and celebrate and commiserate. Let’s stay in touch!

Step 3: Share! This one is just as important. I want to have an affect on the world. Not just me, but the disabled community, and our friends. We see things differently, and our point of view is vital to making the world a better place. If you read a post that gets you revved up, please share! I have convenient little share buttons under each post, even on the mobile version, where you can share to just about any social network, and even email a post. Please do!

A few other things I want to mention:

  • My plan was to contact you all individually, but I couldn’t figure it out. Ironically, I am not very good at technology.
  • Speaking of not being good at technology, my site is not perfect yet, I’m still working out the kinks.
  • There is probably a better, preferred way to go about letting you all know to go to my new site, I just don’t know what it is. (See bullets 1 &2)

Thank you to everyone, for supporting me this far. I hope we can keep the relationship going!

The Challenges of Being an Adult with CP

I stumbled upon this article from Disabled World that validated almost my whole life. I thought I’d share it with all of you. I don’t know if any of you with CP or other disabilities feel like you’re constantly having to defend yourself like I do, but with the lack of information for adults with disabilities, I wanted to share this golden article. It is aimed specifically at cerebral palsy, but having friends with other disabilities, I know that  questioning what you’re going through, as well as having others question what you’re going through, is pretty common throughout the disabled community.

Under each section, I’ve noted my own experience in that area.

Here is the article’s URL:

http://www.disabled-world.com/artman/publish/health-challenges.shtml

“Before the mid-twentieth century, few children with cerebral palsy survived to adulthood. Now, because of improvements in medical care, rehabilitation, and assistive technologies, 65 to 90 percent of children with cerebral palsy live into their adult years.

Before the mid-twentieth century, few children with cerebral palsy survived to adulthood.

It is amazing, and sad in a way, to think that if I had been born 100 years earlier, I might not have survived to adulthood. Because my CP doesn’t adversely affect the functions that keep me alive, such as eating and breathing, I think I might have survived. But my quality of life would be horrible. I think of all the surgeries I’ve had, and how if I wouldn’t have had them, I wouldn’t have use of my legs at all. I probably would have completely lost use of my legs at a very young age.

Now, because of improvements in medical care, rehabilitation, and assistive technologies, 65 to 90 percent of children with cerebral palsy live into their adult years. This increase in life expectancy is often accompanied by a rise in medical and functional problems – some of them beginning at a relatively early age – including the following:

I have my fair share of medical and functional problems. It’s nice to see that it is actually real and normal for someone with CP to experience this.

Premature aging. The majority of individuals with cerebral palsy will experience some form of premature aging by the time they reach their 40s because of the extra stress and strain the disease puts upon their bodies. The developmental delays that often accompany cerebral palsy keep some organ systems from developing to their full capacity and level of performance. As a consequence, organ systems such as the cardiovascular system (the heart, veins, and arteries) and pulmonary system (lungs) have to work harder and they age prematurely.

Functional issues at work. The day-to-day challenges of the workplace are likely to increase as an employed individual with cerebral palsy reaches middle age. Some individuals will be able to continue working with accommodations such as an adjusted work schedule, assistive equipment, or frequent rest periods. Early retirement may be necessary for others.

After being accused of being lazy, uneducated, unintelligent, entitled, and a liar, and the list keeps going, it is nice to see this also. I hear this not only as an adult who can’t work, but when I was a child in school as well.

I was lucky enough in my last job to work at a place that was more than willing to make accommodations for me. My boss gave up her desk so I wouldn’t have to stand, I tried working from my wheelchair, and even though we had a business casual dress code, I was allowed to just wear sneakers. After everything, the pain and fatigue was still overbearing.

I specify ‘at my last job’, because I’ve worked at plenty of places that were not willing to make accommodations, such as letting me sit on a stool instead of standing. I’ve been denied jobs and positions because of my disability, and I know others who have had similar experiences.

Depression. Mental health issues can also be of concern as someone with cerebral palsy grows older. The rate of depression is three to four times higher in people with disabilities such as cerebral palsy. It appears to be related not so much to the severity of their disabilities, but to how well they cope with them. The amount of emotional support someone has, how successful they are at coping with disappointment and stress, and whether or not they have an optimistic outlook about the future all have a significant impact on mental health.

My experience with disability-related depression didn’t start until I started losing the mobility that I had. Having CP didn’t bother me as a kid. The bullying hurt, during the times it got really bad, but overall, I saw myself the same as everyone else. Losing my mobility and not being able to stop it has been a source of depression for me, because my life is not what I dreamed it would be. However, I believe that is only circumstantial. It might take a while, but I still dream and I still believe I can reach my goals. Like everything else I do, I’ll just have to find a different way.

Post-impairment syndrome. Most adults with cerebral palsy experience what is called post-impairment syndrome, a combination of pain, fatigue, and weakness due to muscle abnormalities, bone deformities, overuse syndromes (sometimes also called repetitive motion injuries), and arthritis. Fatigue is often a challenge, since individuals with cerebral palsy use three to five times the amount of energy that able-bodied people use when they walk and move about.

This point is actually why I found this article. I have been experiencing such extreme fatigue and weakness, mixed with pain that I feel like Superman strapped to Kryptonite. It makes me really sad when my kids want to play, but I can’t do anything but squeeze my pillow and try not to scream. That’s when the words hurt the most.

 Osteoarthritis and degenerative arthritis. Musculoskeletal abnormalities that may not produce discomfort during childhood can cause pain in adulthood. For example, the abnormal relationships between joint surfaces and excessive joint compression can lead to the early development of painful osteoarthritis and degenerative arthritis. Individuals with cerebral palsy also have limited strength and restricted patterns of movement, which puts them at risk for overuse syndromes and nerve entrapments.

I haven’t been diagnosed with these, because a lack of insurance keeps me from pursuing help, but I am convinced I have at least one of them.

Pain. Issues related to pain often go unrecognized by health care providers since individuals with cerebral palsy may not be able to describe the extent or location of their pain. Pain can be acute or chronic, and is experienced most commonly in the hips, knees, ankles, and the upper and lower back. Individuals with spastic cerebral palsy have an increased number of painful sites and worse pain than those with other types of cerebral palsy. The best treatment for pain due to musculoskeletal abnormalities is preventive – correcting skeletal and muscle abnormalities early in life to avoid the progressive accumulation of stress and strain that causes pain. Dislocated hips, which are particularly likely to cause pain, can be surgically repaired. If it is managed properly, pain does not have to become a chronic condition.

This has been my experience my whole life, and again, I am so glad to see this in writing. Even when I was a child and didn’t have the extent of pain that I do now, doctors and teachers would brush me off, and sometimes even accuse me of lying. As an adult, I can genuinely say that the doctor I have now is the only doctor who believes what I say and tries to help. All other doctors have treated me like I was just looking for attention or drugs (even before I knew there were drugs to help with pain), or told me I just needed to exercise more.

Unfortunately, I stopped getting preventive care at the age of 13. I think a lot of my issues now could have been prevented, but since I can’t change it, I just do what I can to take care of myself now. Somehow that’s not a very popular decision.

Other medical conditions. Adults have higher than normal rates of other medical conditions secondary to their cerebral palsy, such as hypertension, incontinence, bladder dysfunction, and swallowing difficulties. Curvature of the spine (scoliosis) is likely to progress after puberty, when bones have matured into their final shape and size. People with cerebral palsy also have a higher incidence of bone fractures, occurring most frequently during physical therapy sessions. A combination of mouth breathing, poor hygiene, and abnormalities in tooth enamel increase the risk of cavities and periodontal disease. Twenty-five percent to 39 percent of adults with cerebral palsy have vision problems; eight to 18 percent have hearing problems.

I do have an abnormal curvature of the spine (that was discovered along with the broken vertebrae I talked about in my last post). That causes a lot of my back pain. I also have abnormalities in tooth enamel, so, as a result of extensive, painful dental work at a young age, I am terrified of dentists. I am very, very thankful not to have hearing or vision problems.

Because of their unique medical situations, adults with cerebral palsy benefit from regular visits to their doctor and ongoing evaluation of their physical status. It is important to evaluate physical complaints to make sure they are not the result of underlying conditions. For example, adults with cerebral palsy are likely to experience fatigue, but fatigue can also be due to undiagnosed medical problems that could be treated and reversed.

The only regular visits I make to the doctor are to get my prescriptions refilled. He has mentioned a few times that some of my issues could be taken care of with a couple surgeries, but without insurance, he knows I cannot afford them. Hopefully soon that will change. Though surgery will be difficult, I would much rather go through a hard surgery and recovery and be free from some of these pains than to just hide them with medication day in and day out.

Sometimes I worry that my fatigue and weakness could be from an underlying condition that I am unaware of. Again, without insurance, I am not able to find out.

Because many individuals with cerebral palsy outlive their primary caregiver, the issue of long-term care and support should be taken into account and planned for.

At first I thought “This is something that I don’t have to worry about.” But then I realized how quickly I am losing my mobility. To me, the future is even more unknown than for others. I don’t know what will happen to my body down the road; if and how it will continue to deteriorate. Unlike most of the people this section is referring to, I am married, but what if something happens to him, or what if he passes before I do? Oh well, I guess that’s what we have kids for, right? 😉

One of the most frustrating things about being disabled is getting teased, made fun of, and denied friendship, jobs, and other things based on your disability, and then turning around and not being believed by doctors, teachers, and even family members about issues regarding that same disability.

I would like to note that I do not say anything in this post out of anger or self-pity. I say them because 8 or so years ago, when I started seriously having trouble because of my disability, there was no information or support. Doctors were rude and patronizing, and internet searches only led to articles about children with CP. I thought, “Children with CP turn into adults with CP, so why is there no information for us?”. I want all of you with disabilities to know that you’re not crazy, and you’re not over-reacting or looking for attention. This is real. If you feel it, it’s real. So take care of yourself. Search for answers, and don’t let anyone tell you you’re imagining it.

I also think it’s important for parents of children or adults with disabilities, or teachers, or doctors, or friends and family members, to be attentive to what that person is telling you. Take them seriously. Don’t baby them or try to remove every obstacle, that hurts more than it helps, but don’t brush them off.

I’ve also come to realize over the past few days, that these people who are telling me that I’m just not trying hard enough, that I should keep working or doing this or that in spite of my body, have never had a disability. They may have had to overcome difficult situations, apathy, or short term pain or fatigue, but they have not had to live the life of a disabled person day in and day out. They have never been unable to walk on a daily basis, or experience years of extreme, chronic pain and weakness, with no end in sight. They have no idea.

So why are they holding me to their ‘standards’? More importantly, why am I letting myself feel guilty about it?

Falling through the gap between health and finances

A couple weeks ago I fell. This isn’t surprising really – like most people with physical disabilities, I fall all the time. And usually I just get back up and go on with my day; only a new bruise to show for it. But sometimes it’s worse than just a bruise, and this was one of those times. I was carrying Cruz to his crib for a nap. Starting into his room, I tripped on a large toy. I hit the door frame hard with my forearm, then a bookcase with the other arm. Trying not to land on him or slam him into the wall, I flung myself in the other direction and landed on the top side of my thigh, on the floor. Cruz’s leg was under me and he was crying. Still lying on the floor, I grabbed his leg and tested it to make sure it wasn’t broken. He was ok though, after a few second he got up and ran to play with his toys.

I lay there for a moment, a sharp pain running through my right arm and left hip, and my left arm aching. I got up and let Cruz play for a moment, and then laid him in his crib. I had been planning to return to my blogging, but I was pretty shaken up from the fall so I laid on my bed instead.

As the day went on, I started to wonder if I had broken my arm. I could barely move my fingers, I couldn’t turn my arm, and now I was having pains like needles stabbing my arm. My thigh was hurting too, and had a growing, giant bruise and was noticeably swollen, but most of it was in an area I don’t have any feeling in, so it didn’t bother me much.

Was it worth it to go to the emergency room? I don’t have insurance. I pay out of pocket for my doctor visits and monthly prescriptions. Was it worth paying for the ER, the doctor, and the X-ray out of pocket, possibly only to find out that I had bruised the bone?

But what if I didn’t go and it was broken? It’s my right arm. Which is even more important to me than most people: my left hand is pretty affected by my CP, I can’t hold a pencil or write, or do much of anything with it. To give you an idea, in high school I had to drop American Sign Language because I couldn’t do most of the signs that required two hands. In middle school I sprained my right hand and couldn’t write with it. When I (finally) turned in a Language Arts assignment written left handed, the teacher got mad and said that it looked like it had been written by a two year old and how was she supposed to read it.

So, back to my arm. It didn’t really feel broken, but then again, I didn’t really know what broken felt like. With CP I have some sensory issues. Pain comes across more like agitation, at least when it’s new. And every time I’ve broken a bone I didn’t know until way later. When I was 7 I tripped and hit the cement on the way to PE. It hurt, but with the rest of my class watching, I held back the tears and kept walking. Then I did PE as usual. A few days later spring break started, and my little brother and I flew to California to visit my dad. We went to Disneyland and Sea World that week. When we got home from the trip I guess I was still complaining about my knee, or maybe it was swollen, because my mom decided to take me to the doctor, and we found out I had a broken knee cap.

When I was 10 I was playing tag with some friends and I fell, catching myself with my pinky. My mom put some frozen broccoli on it, but the next day we went to the doctor and found out it was broken.

When I was 22 I went into the ER for severe back pain. They did an X-ray, and while the X-ray didn’t show a reason for the current back pain, it did show something else: I had a broken vertebrae, but they could tell by the way that the edges were rounded instead of jagged, that it had been that way for years. They said the way and the place (above the shoulder blades) it was broken looked like it was from falling down stairs, or falling in a similar way. The last time I had fallen down the stairs, or fallen on my back, was when I was 15 – seven years before.

I had declined to go to the ER because I knew it was a lot of money and a lot of hassle, and it did hurt, but I felt like I was more shaken up and scared than anything, so I just lay on my bed for a while.

So, all that to say, I didn’t really feel like I was a good judge of broken bones. Especially given the stabbing pains and inability to move my arm. Everyone I talked to thought it might be broken. I waited all day, but at 8 PM, I decided I didn’t want to sleep that way, and potentially move around a broken bone that would have to be pushed back into place or reset, so we went to the ER.

After a torturous X-ray, having to twist and turn my arm and hold it in place, we found out that it was not broken. Which was kind of bittersweet, since now I felt like the trip was pointless. The doctor handed me a copy of the X-ray, said “It’s not broken, it’s just bruised or sprained, stay off of it.” And walked out. 5 seconds. I can’t wait to see how much I’m going to get charged for that.

I feel like I, and other disabled people, should not have to have such an inner battle about whether or not to go to the doctor or ER if we think something is really wrong. That we shouldn’t have to be so terrified of either enduring a potentially unnecessary hospital bill or endangering the health that we have.

Now, before some of you make the judgment that I made a bad decision in not having medical insurance, consider this:

  • I had to leave my job, which we had insurance through (the only job I’ve ever had that offered insurance) because I could no longer work.
  • Though I am on Social Security Disability, I (and all SSD recipients) am not eligible to purchase a Medicare plan until I’ve been disabled for 24 months. I find that ironic. A: I’ve been disabled for 28 years. In fact, my parents received SSI for me when I was a kid. B: Disabled people get hurt more, and have more ongoing medical issues. What are we supposed to do for those two years, and why is this necessary when we’ve already been determined to be disabled? *Note I said purchase Medicare. It is not free.
  • When I shopped for individual insurance plans, they priced at about $500 per month. That of course does not include deductibles, copays, and other costs not covered by insurance. If you had to choose between buying insurance or putting food on the table for your family, which would you choose?
  • I (and other disabled people) am not able to just go get an extra job and work harder to afford insurance. Or get a job that offers insurance. I’m stuck in this situation until I am eligible for Medicare, or until I am making lots of money from blogging and can afford my own insurance. Unfortunately, I think the Medicare thing might come first.

I am applying for financial assistance for the hospital bills, but I don’t know if I’ll qualify, since I’m married and my husband has an income.

I realize that all of this is about to change with Obamacare kicking in (DISCLAIMER: I am neither for, nor against Obamacare at this point. I am glad that we will have a system, however imperfect at the moment, that will give everyone a chance at insurance.), but in the meantime, I was unfortunate enough to take a big fall a couple of months before insurance would be made available to ‘people like me’. (ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: I do not feel ‘entitled’ to, nor would I receive, insurance at a free cost. Only a reasonable one. Where I wouldn’t have to choose between food and medical care.)

My arm is feeling better now. The hospital didn’t give me a brace or a bandage, but I’ve fallen so much that I have my own. It still hurts, but I can move my arm and type. My thigh, oddly enough, is actually feeling worse. The bruise is almost gone, but I feel a lot of stabbing pains in the places I can feel, and it’s still swollen in the joint area. However, I will not be going to the doctor for it.

I feel that there should be consideration for those of us who are disabled. We don’t choose to have a disability. We do not choose not to work. We don’t choose the extra health problems or the risks involved. These are the cards we are given, and we do our best to make the most of what we’re given, and shine through it. I am not looking for pity, I’m only saying that we shouldn’t be left stranded with no insurance, no way to get it, and a choice between risking our wellbeing and getting stuck with enormous hospital bills. The hospital might be getting $10 a month from me for a very long time.

Adversity Breeds Awesomeness

*Let it be known that in what you are about to read, my intent is not to gossip. It is only to spread awareness of a horrible prejudice, and share one of the most – if not the most – important lessons I’ve ever learned.

“Yesterday I deactivated my Facebook account. Then I thought about all my long distance family and friends, that I only get to see and talk to through Facebook. Which is why I opened a Facebook account in the first place. It’s also been a place to promote causes that are important to me. So I’m reactivating it.

I realize that not everyone is going to agree with everything I say or do. You might be bothered by the fact that my husband was born in Mexico, the fact that I don’t work because of my disability, or the fact that sometimes my husband and I make the wrong decisions; financially or otherwise. And that’s ok. We do our best to live our lives the way we believe God calls us to, even when others disagree. And sometimes we make mistakes.

However, if we do disagree on anything, I expect we can do it in an adult-like fashion, without name calling, public humiliation, or airing dirty laundry…”

The post went on to say that if you can’t disagree without public humiliation, I will simply block you. Many don’t need to hear that, but surprisingly, a lot do.

Near the end of last week, I shared a photo on Facebook. A photo of a lady holding a sign that described her situation. She is a 34 year old woman, with a job that does not offer insurance benefits. After a trip to the ER, tumors were found in her uterus. Of course, trying to get insurance after that, she was denied based on her pre-existing condition.

The photo brought up the very controversial topic of Obamacare.

Along with the photo, I commented basically that I was neither for nor against Obamacare; Republican nor Democrat. Well, actually I said that I was a little of both. What I did specify was that we need healthcare reform. Because I don’t believe that any hardworking person should have to go without health insurance. I believe that companies like McDonald’s, or Olive Garden, who make millions every year, because of their employees, should offer health insurance to those employees. And I believe that those who cannot get health insurance through a company should be able to purchase an affordable individual plan.

Nothing to do with ‘welfare’; or even Obamacare, really. Everything to do with providers in the medical field exploiting our basic human need for health care. Employers caring more about profit than people. And I don’t see any health insurance companies or medical providers going bankrupt. Not in the real sense of the term.

The sign the lady was holding did start out saying “I am Obamacare”. But like I mentioned, I stated that I was not advocating Obamacare, but some kind of healthcare reform.

My point was not even that ‘people like me’ (Read: people who don’t work and get government assistance) should get health care. It was that people who work hard for their companies every day, should.

But somehow, based on the photo I shared and the words that I said, a family member verbally attacked me. On Facebook, for everyone to see.

The short of it was that she also has pain, but she still goes to work every day, and that I am robbing her by not doing so myself. She went on to refer to me as ungrateful, entitled, uneducated, unintelligent, and irrational, while she listed some of the financial mistakes my husband and I have made in the past.

I retaliated, not by defending my mistakes, or even by telling the other side of that story, but by referring to her as ‘lady’, and listing off all of the reasons why I am, in fact, ‘entitled’ to receive a disability check every month.

And my cousin said some political/social justice things, and my sister said some things that, honestly, made me really proud to be her sister.

My intent was not (and never is) that she, or anyone, would pity me, only that they would not assume that I simply don’t try hard enough.

But then I apologized, because I heard a still, small voice. It said “As much as depends on you, live peaceably.”

I’ve probably only really recognized that scripture twice in my life. Yet there it was, clear as day. I would have to Google it to even tell you what verse it is.

I had not answered by name calling, listing her mistakes, or even mentioning the other side of the story in those financial mistakes. But I had not answered peaceably. So I apologized. She never responded, so I may never know if she read my apology.

The reason I deactivated my account was not because of her. It was because of various family members over time taking similar actions, resorting to Facebook bullying and airing dirty laundry when they disagree with something I say or do. All of them but one over the age of 45.

I’ve been accused of faking and/or over exaggerating my disability (I’ve had multiple surgeries and therapy, starting at the age of 2, so I don’t know how you fake that). They say that I receive ‘special treatment’ from my parents and grandparents because I ‘limp a little’.

This really hurts, specifically coming from family members, and specifically within the past few years, because I have always been independent to a fault.

Regarding working, and then collecting disability, I can honestly say that I worked as hard as I could for as long as I could. I ignored the pain for a long, long time. Then I took OTC meds, then prescriptions, then got a wheelchair, braces, and accommodations. I did everything in my power to keep working. But there came a time when I couldn’t do it anymore, and I felt a peace about leaving, and collecting from a system that I had paid into as long as I could. (Note: I have no qualms about someone not working and getting government assistance if they are unable, whether or not they have paid into it. If you need it, you need it.)

With the help of a very good friend (another shout out to Mrs. C!), and the support of a few others, I realized that trying to communicate this to any of them, or anyone else, doesn’t matter. Because I do not have to defend myself. I have One much greater than any of us to defend me. My only job is to seek first the kingdom of God.

I’ve realized something else in these past few days, with all of this drama. I think a lot of you will find it interesting, maybe eye-opening to your own circumstances. Maybe you will think less of me, because I’m going to be very honest and transparent about some of my own faults. But I hope not. I hope you will just see me as a fellow human being, who has flaws and hurdles to overcome, just like the rest of us.

When I was a kid, I had all these plans about what my life was going to be after I turned 18. I didn’t like that my parents were poor, and had to worry all the time, so I was going to do all the right things to have ‘enough’ money. I didn’t like that their house was always messy, so mine was going to be clean. I thought it was sad how they fought with family members and stopped talking to them, so I wasn’t going to do that. I didn’t understand why a lot of disabled people didn’t have the life that they wanted, so I was going to have it. I was going to be nice, work hard, and make smart decisions.

But life happened, and I’m broke, my house is a mess, and I don’t talk to a growing number of family members (because I give up after multiple attacks on my character), and I can’t even grocery shop without assistance.

Ever since I started seriously losing my mobility and having a lot of pain, a few years ago, and realizing my life is not what I had ‘planned’ it would be, I’ve been asking God why. Full on, crying in the shower, punching my pillow, begging God to either rewind time or show me a reason.

For a long time I blamed it on some influences and problems from my teenage years. If I could have just stayed where I was instead of having to move to such and such place. If I could have done this at that time I wouldn’t have gone down such and such path. Why I listened to the negative voices. Why I hadn’t had more courage. Why I had to have CP. Not because it bothered me to be disabled, but because now the pain got in the way so much. And because of the prejudice and accusations.

Mostly I wanted to know why it felt like I had lost the past 10 years. Why as much as I tried to make the right decisions, they usually turned out to be the wrong ones. But knowing I could have done better, learned more.

I never really thought I would get an answer. I figured it was one of those things I’d have to wait to find out until I ask God when I get there. But going through this in the past few days, I heard my answer: Compassion.

If I had gotten out of my parents’ house and made all the right decisions, made more than enough money, never fought with my family; even not had the pain that I have now, I would be just like this family member who seemed to think that if you do not make enough make enough money to support yourself and your own family, regardless of the reason, you deserved only what your own finances could produce. Even if it meant not enough food or healthcare. Even if that was nothing.

I don’t think I would be as mean as her, but I would think like her. I would look down on my parents, and anyone who didn’t make ‘enough’ money. I would look down on people that didn’t have the career and the life that they wanted. I would even look down on disabled people that didn’t work. And even the ones that could walk, but used a wheelchair. Because if I can, they can too. To me it would be simply a matter of will power. I would assume that, regardless of what their circumstances are or have been, they should have done better. Because I would have no idea.

So I am really glad for all of my adversity. I do plan on turning our financial future around. But I will use my mind and my heart instead of my body. And I won’t look down on anyone who is in a different place. Or tax bracket.

It’s kind of embarrassing to admit all of that, so hopefully it doesn’t cause you to have a negative opinion of me.

But through all of this I learned: Adversity Breeds Awesomeness

And Compassion.

And I figured that was a lesson worth sharing.

**My cousin coined this phrase. We use it often, and we claim rights. 😉 We’ll probably make T-shirts.

***Oh, and please no mean-spirited comments. The post I applied to my Facebook page also applies to this blog.

30 Things About My Invisible Illness You May Not Know

During September, Invisible Illness week came and went. I had other things on my mind in September, so I’m talking about it now. While cerebral palsy is a disability and not really an illness, I still feel that it fits the bill in my case.

If you’re wondering how it’s invisible, the reasons are these:

  • I don’t ‘look’ disabled. I really don’t like this one, because I feel like nobody should be labeled that they ‘look disabled’ or ‘don’t look disabled’. But out in the world, people like labels.
  • When I’m walking around in public, or even in my wheelchair, nobody knows that I’m in a lot of pain. I look happy (because I am happy, based on things that have nothing to do with my physical circumstances). I think that, at least for me, walking (or rolling; mostly rolling) around with a sad face, or being angry all the time, would be detrimental to my life and to the people around me. Especially my kids.
  • Still a lot of my friends and family, even doctors, have a hard time understanding it. I’ve been a lot more open about the pain lately, and losing my mobility, but sometimes I still get the feeling that a lot of people don’t understand it’s more than just a limp.

Anyway, I found this survey on another blog, and reading her answers was interesting, so I thought I would post it too 🙂 Surveys are a fun way to learn things about other people, and even yourself, while your searching your insides for the answer to a question you had never thought to ask yourself. Here goes!

1. The illness I live with is: Cerebral Palsy

2. I was diagnosed with it in the year: 1987 I think? Maybe ’86. I was a year and a half or two.

3. But I had symptoms since: I was born I guess, just nobody really recognized them for a while. CP symptoms are similar to regular newborn/baby characteristics.

4. The biggest adjustment I’ve had to make is: Not being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Having an A-type personality and losing your mobility is hard!

5. Most people assume: Oh… where do I start with this question… Most people assume that I’m fine. That limping is my biggest problem.

6. The hardest part about mornings are: Everything. The pain is worst in the morning. It wakes me up before the sun. Which is good anyway, because I need a good couple hours to get it under control before the kids wake up.

7. My favorite medical TV show is: TV is boring. Turn up the radio. Or X Factor. X Factor is good.

8. A gadget I couldn’t live without is: My iPhone. Same answer as the last girl. But it’s oh. So. True.

9. The hardest part about nights are: Falling asleep when my legs are aching. Also, same answer as the last girl, who has Spina Bifida. I would add that staying asleep while things are aching is also a big challenge.

10. Each day I take at least 7 pills & vitamins. Lately it’s in the 20’s (Don’t judge me, a lot of ibuprofen for swelling and inflammation. And it’s OTC because I don’t wanna pay $100 plus to get and buy a prescription)

11. Regarding alternative treatments I: Have tried them all.. To help with pain and overall health and wellbeing. Again, same answer as the last girl. I would add that nothing seems to really help.

12. If I had to choose between an invisible illness or visible I would choose: 10 years ago I wouldn’t have changed it. Now I would. Well, maybe not, because I would have to choose a visible one, which has it’s advantages, but I don’t know if its a good trade off.

13. Regarding working and career: I miss working, and making more money than I recieve on Social Security, but I’m not going to let it bother me because I can’t change it. And some of the things I get to do now are pretty awesome.

14. People would be surprised to know: I feel like I fell/am falling through the cracks, medically speaking. I didn’t have any medical care from the time I was 13 until I got my first job with insurance at 23. And now, they don’t know what to do with me. I keep hearing about other people that are having surgeries that are working wonders for them, and I think a few of them could really help me, but I don’t have insurance right now 😦

15. The hardest thing to accept about reality has been: Losing my mobility, resulting in not being able to raise my kids or live my life the way I really want to. I don’t know that I’ve really even accepted it. I have for right now, but I still have hopes that it can be better.

16. Something I never thought I could do with my illness that I did was: Wear flip-flops. Stupid I know, but if you only knew…
Thank you, Old Navy, for making cheap flip flops that stick to my feet so I can wear them.

17. The commercials about my illness: Are always about suing doctors for medical malpractice.

18. Something I really miss doing since my disability has progressed is: walking, running, exercising, not being in pain… it’s a long list.

19. It is really hard to go without: prescription drugs! Same answer as the last girl. But seriously I couldn’t get out of bed without them. Or stay in bed, so that’s a problem. But most of all I wouldn’t be able to take care of my kids.

21. If I could have one day of feeling normal again I would: Go on a hike with my family. Climb a mountain or something. Fit in as much as I possibly could.

22. My illness has taught me: You can never truly know, or judge, what another person is going through.

23. Want to know a secret? One thing people say that gets under my skin is: You’re faking it. You don’t really need that wheelchair. You’re in a handicap spot. You could work if you really wanted to. Basically any kind of doubt that I have the trouble that I have. I think that stems from having some actual family members and friends say things like that.

24. But I love it when people: Recognize that despite my disability, I’m just another person, mom, etc. When they make the effort to get to know the person in front of the disability (I don’t think I’m behind it, it’s behind me), instead of being prejudice.

25. My favorite motto, scripture, quote that gets me through tough times is: “Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy” James 1:2, and “Pray about everything; worry about nothing. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done.” Philippians 4:6

26. When someone is diagnosed I’d like to tell them: Don’t let anyone tell you what you can or can’t do.

27. Something that has surprised me about living with an illness is: Getting worse. I was always told it wouldn’t get worse. What they meant was that the brain damage wouldn’t progress.

28. The nicest thing someone did for me when I wasn’t feeling well was: A lot of things. Carry me, raise money for a wheelchair so I wouldn’t have to keep walking, accomodations and days off at work…

29. I’m going to get involved with Invisible Illness Week next year because: People need to be aware of what other people around them might be going through, and that they shouldn’t be quick to judge.

30. The fact that you read this list makes me feel: Funny way to end, but I’m glad you took the time to get to know me a little better 😉

Help Wanted

Yesterday was a rough day. It made me realize I am quickly losing my mobility and independence. I fear I am losing my ability to take care of my own kids every day.
On Facebook, there is a Cerebral Palsy Support Group page. Sometimes they post member questions, so that other people that have experienced similar problems can provide ideas and insight. So I sent them a question. They haven’t replied to me or posted my question, but I wanted to ask all of you. Maybe some or one of you is experiencing this. Or maybe you have a friend or acquaintance that has dealt with it. My question was this:

“I have CP, I’m married, and I have 2 kids, ages 8 & 1. I can walk, but as time goes by, it is increasingly difficult and painful. Cooking is especially difficult. When I say cooking, this includes even simple things like making sandwiches. I used to be able to clean ok, but that is getting much harder, as is chasing around my 1 year old son. Sometimes we sit in the car and watch movies, just so he is buckled down and happy, so I can sit down for a while. My husband works as a cook and I have been on disability for a year. I have a wheelchair, but my house is small, and it doesn’t fit through the hall or doorways, or around the kitchen table, or really even around the living room. And of course, it doesn’t reach the kitchen counters or stove. I’ve tried cooking from a stool, but having to get up and down a lot is worse than standing and walking, so that doesn’t work. I can tell I am rapidly losing mobility, and I don’t know what to do to be able to take care of my house and my kids. I was wondering if anyone else is going through this and what do they do?”

Please, chime in 🙂
The obvious answer would be to hire a someone to cook and clean for me, but I don’t have the resources right now. To my fellow Americans, would any type of insurance or government program cover anything like this?

What do I do?

**Please keep answers polite, any mean-spirited responses will be deleted. Thank you :)**

Sunrise

It’s 2:57 AM right now, and I’ve been wide awake since 11. I fell asleep in my spot on the couch, but woke up when my legs and hips started hurting. I tossed and turned for a few hours, but the pain wouldn’t let me sleep. So here we are. I’ve given in and taken some meds, and I’ve got my cup of coffee in hand.

This isn’t so abnormal. At least, not for me. In fact, for me it’s abnormal to sleep all night until 6 or 7 AM. A normal night for me would be to fall asleep around 9 or 10, toss and turn most of the might, and finally get up around 4 am for a cup of coffee and some pain relief.

There was a day when I thought getting up any time before 5 am was crazy. That wasn’t so long ago; only a year and a half or so. Now getting up at 4 is just normal to me.

 

But don’t feel bad for me. In a lot of ways, getting up before the sun is a blessing. Who else gets to watch the beautiful sunrise every day?

 

As a stay at home mom, I generally don’t have a lot of time to myself. Getting up so early allows me to have some time to myself that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I get uninterrupted time to read, talk to God, and work on my blog. For most people, that’s a decision between sleeping while the kids are sleeping or getting the laundry done. The pain won’t let me sleep, and I can’t get off the couch (also the pain), so I can spend some quality me time guilt free. See? It’s all in perspective.

Dirty window, pretty sunrise.

Dirty window, pretty sunrise.