I'm sure many of my blog readers have been wondering why I haven't posted any new blogs in over a month. It is because I was busy focusing my energy of finishing my autobiography. It is a project I started shortly after my accident, but kept hitting mental roadblocks and perpetually procrastinated on getting it done.
One of the biggest obstacles was my physical limitations and not being patient enough to work with dictation software. When I still lived at Cheshire I was limited to pecking away on my keyboard with my mouth-stick. I was a lighting fast typer when I could use my hands (never had to look at the keys) and can type surprising fast with my mouth-stick. The task just became tedious. A couple of the other residents highly recommended I buy the dictation software, "Dragon Naturally Speaking" and many of them used it regularly. I felt foolish speaking to the computer, and hated the fact I never had privacy and would have inevitably be overheard by roommates. At that point I decided against wasting the money, and kept on pecking away at the project.
For whatever reason, I only ever seemed to get the first thirty or so pages written. I kept hitting mental roadblocks whenever I tried recalling my time at Kessler. Honestly, I think I was so stressed out by the immediate issues, of being sleep deprived, stuck in a nursing home and dealing with the high stress level of each day, that I couldn't delve into the haunting memories and difficult experiences of my stay at Kessler. If anything, I wanted to run far away from those memories and much preferred to escape my miserable reality, through reading books, watching anime, spending time with friends and vegging out on video games.
After a while, I just stopped trying. I put the project on the back burner and focused my writing on current, day to day things. I used my MySpace blog as an outlet to vent my daily frustrations and every day struggles. When things became unbearable, and I hit my breaking point I switched gears and focused all my time and energy on getting myself out of Cheshire and into my own place. It took six long months of relentless researching, planning, pleading and begging, but I did it.
Once I was home I tried a few times to pick the book project up again, but would constantly spend all my time re-reading and re-editing; never making progress. I started focusing a lot of energy into painting, instead of writing and worked hard to build up a body of work worth exhibiting. I wrote about my artwork, as the book started to collect virtual dust, again. I was limited to the time I was able to be up in my chair, so I had to prioritize how best to spend that time, since it was when I could be most productive. I made the choice to paint and remained focused on that.
The book was always lingering in the back of mind. It bothered me, having it unresolved and unfinished. It wasn't like me to give up on anything I started. I caved in and bought the Dragon dictation software, hoping I could use it to be productive during my time in bed. I figured instead of playing my Nintendo DS, reading, or watching TV, I could begin putting my thoughts down and use my evening hours to write. I still felt silly speaking to the computer, but felt a little better knowing at least I had privacy. The software was glitchy and I didn't have the patience to do the training exercises. It ended up being more irksome than handy, and yet again I abandoned the project.
This past April my ex-boyfriend Jimmy resurfaced into my life. He knew I was struggling, and was at my wits end, with everything. He wanted to know how he could help me. I instantly knew that THIS was my opportunity to dust off my book file, and tackle the project once and for all. He was happy with the idea and we decided to begin working on it right away. I just knew that having HIM help me, would give me the accountability of meeting deadlines and the fact that it was OUR project gave me the focus and motivation I needed. I felt like deep inside there was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to share. I believed my story has the potential to help others and I felt like it would give Jimmy and I some much needed closure and mutual understanding. Although he'd remained in and out of my life over the last six years, there was a lot of things he missed out on. Out of all the people in my life, it was important to me that he understands my WHOLE experience with paralysis; from start to finish. I wanted him to understand my suffering and hope that having completed the project together it will put everything into perspective for him, and for us.
At first it was really challenging, just laying out the structure for the book and putting together a game plan. It had been so long since I had really thought about the dark days of Kessler and my time at Cheshire. I knew writing the book would open up a lot of old scars, but I felt ready and able to handle it. Luckily, for a large majority of my time post accident, I have kept blogs, or journals. I was grateful to have those entries to use as a reference, to try and create outlines of what I wanted to say in each chapter, and to put everything in chronological order, and to attempt to maintain a coherent flow, without too much repetition. If my memories were fuzzy, or I had gaps in my records I turned to family and friends to double check my facts, and to piece it all together.
Jimmy would come down to NJ (from PA) about once a week, or every other week and he would help me type huge chunks of chapters. I tried my best to write a little every day. Having my iPad was a tremendous help. As my health had declined, further and further my time sitting up has progressively decreased. Thankfully, I can write on my iPad laying flat in bed. It allowed me to keep up a fast momentum. Every so often, throughout the day or night I would write a few paragraphs. I tried to save the emotional parts about my relationship as my own personal project and forced myself to get those parts finished, between our visits.
The first third of the book was emotionally the hardest, but having Jimmy's support helped me stay focused and kept me on task. The last third of the book was the easiest part to write, because it focuses on the most current events in my life and my present day thoughts, opinions and struggles. I ended up writing middle portion of the book last, since I had the least amount of reference material to go off of. It took me a while, to interview friends and family and get the outlines finished. Once the outlines were completed, I just worked on checking off each topic from each list, until it was finished.
That said, from start to finish, it took me the past four and a half months of intensive writing to get the entire story down on paper. It's twenty one chapters long and over 250 pages. It was a monumental task, but I did it. I couldn't have done it without Jimmy and am eternally grateful for his assistance, in helping me realize my goal. The hardest part is over. I've said everything I want to say, and truly believe that he and I were meant to do this project together. For so long, we've both struggled over trying to make sense over why we met, and had such a wonderful, loving relationship, only to see our dreams get shattered and torn apart. This is not the life either of us wanted, or planned, but this book is something that we were able to turn our pain and tragedy into something good, and helpful; that hopefully will benefit others and inspire people to support research and change their perspectives on life and death. It will be our legacy and something that can continue to help, and inspire others to enact change, even once we're long gone. That feels good.
Right now I've been working with a couple of editors and trying to determine how much it will cost to get the book professionally edited. I've gotten some great feedback, but it's going to take a substantial (between $2,000-5,000) amount of money to get the job done right. I'm waiting to hear back from lawyer, to see if this is something I can use my trust for. We shall see. Honestly, I think it should be permissible, because it's definitely an expense that will go towards improving the quality of my life and hopefully that of many others. Once I get the editing logistics/fees ironed out and the book is edited and ready for publication, I plan to use lulu.com to covert the book into e-book (aka paperless) format. Once it's published it will be available to purchase through Apple's iBook app (on iPad), through Barnes and Noble's Nook and Nook Color and hopefully through Amazon's Kindle.
I'm super stressed, waiting to hear back from both editors with quotes and timelines. I'm even more stressed at how much it might cost me. I'm anxiously awaiting my lawyers input (and hopefully his approval). As soon as I have those answers, I'll know what is the best way to proceed. Either way, I have faith it WILL get published soon (within the next few months at the latest). I'm thrilled about it and can't wait to share my story (my WHOLE story) with the world. I look forward to hearing reader feedback! I'll keep everyone up to date on the progress and definitely inform you all once it's actually for sale. I'm so close, and very proud of myself. I hope readers will enjoy it, and that it will open some hearts and minds.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Life Is Unpredictable & Full Of Irony
Today marked the six year "anniversary" of my accident. It's certainly not an anniversary worth celebrating, but one that is impossible to ever forget, or ignore. This year brought with it a twist of surprise, and added sentimental value. Six years ago, one simple mistake, would change my life forever. If my accident has taught me anything, it is how very unpredictable life can be.
This year, marks the first completion of the weekly cycle. Meaning, this is the first year, since my accident, where the date, and day it falls on, is the same as on my accident. My accident happened in the very early hours, of Sunday, June 5th, 2005. This year, June 5th, also landed on a Sunday. Last night, I couldn't help but feel an added twinge of grief, as I replayed the memories of that "fateful" Saturday night, where my life got flipped upside down. To this day, I'm unsure of the precise time of my accident, but know the first hours of that Sunday, were spent in the Emergency room, terrified of what was happening, and in shock of what I'd done. That weekend, my last hours on my feet, and my first few hours paralyzed, will forever be etched into my mind. It is a day I wish I could scrub from memory.
Ever since the moment my neck snapped, I have been replaying those last few memories, on my feet, in my head, and fantasizing how different my life might be, if I had never gone to that party, never drunk, or never dove. I have reviewed, replayed, relived, analyzed, questioned, and scrutinized every second, of that final day on my feet. I have beat myself up, and find it hard to be forgiving, to myself, for my foolish actions. I have wondered, "What if..." to a million different scenarios, and have searched in vain for reasons, or self explanations, for why I chose to do, what I did. The lists go on, and on: we should've never gone to that party, I should've never drank, I should've had more to eat, I should've waited to go swimming, I should've used the ladder, I should've never dove. Each action, seems more stupid, worse and irresponsible than the one before it. The truth is, there are no reasons, or good explanations, and even if there were, it wouldn't change the outcome.
Although I never intended to do harm to myself, or anyone, my actions that day, have caused me, and my loved ones a tremendous amount of pain and grief. The combination of many common mistakes, resulted in a gigantic disaster. One moment I was happily, enjoying a self sufficient adult life, the next I was crippled beyond saving. I went from having everything I wanted, to my worst nightmare, overnight. While my life has been the most permanently effected, my accident has had a rippling effect, on everyone that was closest to me, at the time of the accident.
My accident created a horrible strain on my relationships, with many of the people I love. The sheer magnitude of loss, the fear of the uncertain, and the reality of the irreversible nature of my injury, effected everyone I love. The Christina I was, died the day of my accident, and it's been a very bumpy rode, living a completely new reality, being a completely new person. My accident has changed the way I can interact with the people I love, and has forced limitations on what I can do, and how much of a role I can play, in the lives of my family and friends. I've had to come to terms with my new life, and they've had to come to terms with the new me.
My family and friends have at times been my biggest obstacle, while at other times my biggest supporters. I have had many fights, falling outs, and disagreements, with the people closest to me. Thankfully, most of my relationships have stood the test of time, and have whethered this storm, called paralysis. Most of my loved ones have stayed right along side me, through laughs and tears, through thick and through thin. Although they might not all get along with one another, or see eye to eye, they have put aside their differences and rallied behind me. I am so grateful for my family and friends. I feel so blessed, to have so many people that love, and support me.
The rode has been especially difficult, these last couple of years, and I know for sure, I'd be long dead, if it were not for the many loving hands and hearts, that prop me up, and give me strength. There are a few people, that I have lost through this all, and for them, all I can say is sorry. I wish I knew a way to fix my mistakes, or how to repay them. It makes me sad, to think I am missing out, on being a part of their lives, and vice versa. All I can do, is try my best, with whatever time I have left.
2,190 days ago, I thought by now I'd be married to Jimmy, we'd have a couple of kids and I'd be a veteran teacher. I never thought for a moment, that life could throw me a curve ball, or that life would not fall into place, like I had planned. I thought I'd be healthy, and able to care for myself, until I was old and grey. The future seemed brighter than ever, and full of a million possibilities. I was the happiest I had ever been.
2,191 days ago, my entire life was crumbling in front of me, and my future was terrifyingly uncertain. I was newly paralyzed. I was vulnerable and scared. I was in and out of consciousness, and on the verge of death. I knew I might lose everything. I was in tremendous pain, and utter shock. I couldn't imagine a worse situation, a worse moment. I prayed with all my being, that somehow things would be ok. My loved ones were fighting, blaming, and fracturing. I didn't know who to turn to, or what to do.
Today, was not how ever imagined it to be; not during my best, or worst days. I spent the day with Jimmy, my exboyfriend. It was bittersweet, and strangely ironic, spending today with him. It was a mix of extreme high, and extreme low emotions, for both of us, as we remembered a day that changed both our lives, forever. Although we are no longer together, we will always love each other, and share a special bond. He is still one of my closest, dearest friends, with whom I feel I can be most open. He is the one that saved my life, that night, and pulled me from the water. Even though we split (romantically) months after my accident, we have been perpetually drawn back to one another, over these past six years. My accident has changed us both in profound ways, but despite everything, we share a bond, unlike any other.
Six years ago, I had bought him a birthday cake, that we had planned to share together, that coming Monday (6/6/2005), in celebration of his twenty third birthday. Those plans, like so many others, were ruined, and never came to fruition, because of my accident. I have always felt like my accident stained his birthday, with such a horrible memory. I have always wished things could've turned out differently for us, and that we would be able to share a happy memory, for his birthday. Today that wish came true.
Although today was not the ideal day, of how I wished to be spending Jimmy's birthday, I was thankful nonetheless. I feel blessed to have him back in my life, even if it's just as friends. Of course, I'll always wish for more; for both of us. However, I've come to accept my reality, for what it is, and know no amount of wishing can make it be, what I want it to be. I tried my best to enjoy our time together, despite my longings, and limitations. I tried to savor what I could, and be glad to have sitting beside me.
I don't know what the future holds for me, for Jimmy, or "us" for that matter. I gave up trying to predict the future a long time ago. All I know is that, despite my cold sweats, and relentless chills, I was able to have a few laughs, and enjoy seeing his smile. It felt good, taking a bite into a piece of his birthday cake, and for as much as it stung, to not be able to do everything I wished we could be doing, I am so glad we spent today together. Today was a day of closure, and an opportunity to create a positive memory. I hope we can make a few more happy memories together, before this life is over.
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This year, marks the first completion of the weekly cycle. Meaning, this is the first year, since my accident, where the date, and day it falls on, is the same as on my accident. My accident happened in the very early hours, of Sunday, June 5th, 2005. This year, June 5th, also landed on a Sunday. Last night, I couldn't help but feel an added twinge of grief, as I replayed the memories of that "fateful" Saturday night, where my life got flipped upside down. To this day, I'm unsure of the precise time of my accident, but know the first hours of that Sunday, were spent in the Emergency room, terrified of what was happening, and in shock of what I'd done. That weekend, my last hours on my feet, and my first few hours paralyzed, will forever be etched into my mind. It is a day I wish I could scrub from memory.
Ever since the moment my neck snapped, I have been replaying those last few memories, on my feet, in my head, and fantasizing how different my life might be, if I had never gone to that party, never drunk, or never dove. I have reviewed, replayed, relived, analyzed, questioned, and scrutinized every second, of that final day on my feet. I have beat myself up, and find it hard to be forgiving, to myself, for my foolish actions. I have wondered, "What if..." to a million different scenarios, and have searched in vain for reasons, or self explanations, for why I chose to do, what I did. The lists go on, and on: we should've never gone to that party, I should've never drank, I should've had more to eat, I should've waited to go swimming, I should've used the ladder, I should've never dove. Each action, seems more stupid, worse and irresponsible than the one before it. The truth is, there are no reasons, or good explanations, and even if there were, it wouldn't change the outcome.
Although I never intended to do harm to myself, or anyone, my actions that day, have caused me, and my loved ones a tremendous amount of pain and grief. The combination of many common mistakes, resulted in a gigantic disaster. One moment I was happily, enjoying a self sufficient adult life, the next I was crippled beyond saving. I went from having everything I wanted, to my worst nightmare, overnight. While my life has been the most permanently effected, my accident has had a rippling effect, on everyone that was closest to me, at the time of the accident.
My accident created a horrible strain on my relationships, with many of the people I love. The sheer magnitude of loss, the fear of the uncertain, and the reality of the irreversible nature of my injury, effected everyone I love. The Christina I was, died the day of my accident, and it's been a very bumpy rode, living a completely new reality, being a completely new person. My accident has changed the way I can interact with the people I love, and has forced limitations on what I can do, and how much of a role I can play, in the lives of my family and friends. I've had to come to terms with my new life, and they've had to come to terms with the new me.
My family and friends have at times been my biggest obstacle, while at other times my biggest supporters. I have had many fights, falling outs, and disagreements, with the people closest to me. Thankfully, most of my relationships have stood the test of time, and have whethered this storm, called paralysis. Most of my loved ones have stayed right along side me, through laughs and tears, through thick and through thin. Although they might not all get along with one another, or see eye to eye, they have put aside their differences and rallied behind me. I am so grateful for my family and friends. I feel so blessed, to have so many people that love, and support me.
The rode has been especially difficult, these last couple of years, and I know for sure, I'd be long dead, if it were not for the many loving hands and hearts, that prop me up, and give me strength. There are a few people, that I have lost through this all, and for them, all I can say is sorry. I wish I knew a way to fix my mistakes, or how to repay them. It makes me sad, to think I am missing out, on being a part of their lives, and vice versa. All I can do, is try my best, with whatever time I have left.
2,190 days ago, I thought by now I'd be married to Jimmy, we'd have a couple of kids and I'd be a veteran teacher. I never thought for a moment, that life could throw me a curve ball, or that life would not fall into place, like I had planned. I thought I'd be healthy, and able to care for myself, until I was old and grey. The future seemed brighter than ever, and full of a million possibilities. I was the happiest I had ever been.
2,191 days ago, my entire life was crumbling in front of me, and my future was terrifyingly uncertain. I was newly paralyzed. I was vulnerable and scared. I was in and out of consciousness, and on the verge of death. I knew I might lose everything. I was in tremendous pain, and utter shock. I couldn't imagine a worse situation, a worse moment. I prayed with all my being, that somehow things would be ok. My loved ones were fighting, blaming, and fracturing. I didn't know who to turn to, or what to do.
Today, was not how ever imagined it to be; not during my best, or worst days. I spent the day with Jimmy, my exboyfriend. It was bittersweet, and strangely ironic, spending today with him. It was a mix of extreme high, and extreme low emotions, for both of us, as we remembered a day that changed both our lives, forever. Although we are no longer together, we will always love each other, and share a special bond. He is still one of my closest, dearest friends, with whom I feel I can be most open. He is the one that saved my life, that night, and pulled me from the water. Even though we split (romantically) months after my accident, we have been perpetually drawn back to one another, over these past six years. My accident has changed us both in profound ways, but despite everything, we share a bond, unlike any other.
Six years ago, I had bought him a birthday cake, that we had planned to share together, that coming Monday (6/6/2005), in celebration of his twenty third birthday. Those plans, like so many others, were ruined, and never came to fruition, because of my accident. I have always felt like my accident stained his birthday, with such a horrible memory. I have always wished things could've turned out differently for us, and that we would be able to share a happy memory, for his birthday. Today that wish came true.
Although today was not the ideal day, of how I wished to be spending Jimmy's birthday, I was thankful nonetheless. I feel blessed to have him back in my life, even if it's just as friends. Of course, I'll always wish for more; for both of us. However, I've come to accept my reality, for what it is, and know no amount of wishing can make it be, what I want it to be. I tried my best to enjoy our time together, despite my longings, and limitations. I tried to savor what I could, and be glad to have sitting beside me.
I don't know what the future holds for me, for Jimmy, or "us" for that matter. I gave up trying to predict the future a long time ago. All I know is that, despite my cold sweats, and relentless chills, I was able to have a few laughs, and enjoy seeing his smile. It felt good, taking a bite into a piece of his birthday cake, and for as much as it stung, to not be able to do everything I wished we could be doing, I am so glad we spent today together. Today was a day of closure, and an opportunity to create a positive memory. I hope we can make a few more happy memories together, before this life is over.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Autonomic Dysreflexia, or Not Autonomic Dysreflexia?
I have a C4/C5 complete injury, since June 2005. I suffer from autonomic dysreflexia symptoms A LOT. I deal with cold sweats, and chills on a daily basis. For the past two years, I've been suffering from this mystery chest pain/pressure. My doctors have done numerous tests, always ruling stuff out, but never coming up with any concrete answers besides, "it's probably neurological." No DUH?! Ya think? They've taken blood, X-rays, CAT scans, an EKG, ultrasounds and sonograms. My heart and lungs results always show as fine. I do have a history of DVTs (deep vien thrombosis-aka blood clots) in my left leg, which is common, and we (my doctors & I) decided against keeping me on blood thinners, since I have a filter, already in place to prevent clots from reaching my heart, or brain. All of my major organs, including my gallbladder have showed up as norma. With the exception of anemia, and the obvious, paralysis, every tests my doctors have given me come back "norma." So, I can't help but wonder if it's all just "normal," for someone in my condition.
The thing is, in order for these symptoms to be classified as autonomic dysreflexia, I thought there had to be an accompanying rise in blood pressure. Most of the time, my blood pressure & heart rate are fine. Yet I feel like I have the flu, almost constantly. I realize that some of my symptoms mimic having an UTI, but come on, can I really ALWAYS have a UTI? Since I have a supra pubic catheter, there's always a certain amount of bacteria in my urine. It seems almost impossible, to ever know for sure, what's wrong. I feel like UTI ends up being the scapegoat diagnosis, for all my problems, and the doctors way of getting around saying, "I have no clue." That's not to say my doctors are "bad," or don't know what they're doing. I've been to specialists, and the thing is, they can only do so much. They have to base their diagnosis, on my descriptions, which are of secondary, seemingly random symptoms. I'm sure it's as equally as frustrating for them, when they can't provide me any relief, or figure out the source of my symptoms.
I try to avoid antibiotics. They reek havoc on my bowel program, not to mention, constantly taking them, just breeds stronger bugs. My doctor & I have come up with a few possible reasons for all of my "sick" symptoms, that include: hemorrhoids, stomach ulcers, and gas. The symptoms vary, slightly, from day, to day, but I suffer from at least a couple, EVERY DAY. The chest pressure builds up randomly (I haven't been able to correlate a direct link to food, or time of day) and subsides a LITTLE when I lay down, versus sitting up. The fact that the pressure is usually worse when I'm sitting up, it makes sense that it could be hemorrhoids, since that's when there's more weight being distributed to my bottom. The other batch of symptoms I get include: cold sweats, chills, phantom sensations in my legs and feet, this odd, gross tingly sensation, all throughout my body, fevers and aches. I usually chalk them up to AD, but like I said earlier, my blood pressure is often low, or normal, while I'm experiencing these symptoms. My question is, are these symptoms really AD, or just freak neurological impulses, thanks to my screwed up spinal cord? I've experienced classic AD symptoms, like profuse sweating, goosebumps, and killer headaches, when my catheter has been blocked. In these instances, my blood pressure definitely did spike, and decrease, once the obstruction was cleared. I think the gas theory makes sense, since it's pain I can't feel, but I've tried products like Gas-Ex & Beano, and never get any relief. My diet is full of veggies, and fiber. It doesn't vary that much. I take the same dose of BP related meds, every day, and have BP every other day, so it's not like constipation is the cause. I do notice the cold sweats and goosebumps during BP, but figure that makes sense, since the stimulation is directly agitating the hemorrhoids. It's a vicious cycle, with the only solution, being a colostomy bag. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, I will absolutely not consider getting a colostomy.
I take Pepcid for my stomach, so that should theoretically help with all the medication I take. If it is always gas that's the culprit, what can I do, besides what I'm already doing? I use topical treatments, and suppositories for the hemorrhoids, but considering I have to have a BP, I'm wondering if there's any other remedies, I haven't tried. I know from reading things online, that hemorrhoids, are quite common, among spinal cord injury patients. I'm wondering if anyone else, in my similar situation experiencing similar symptoms, due to hemorrhoids.
Other than the hemorrhoids, I have noticed a correlation to my period and feeling sick. When I was first injured, I didn't know I had my period, unless my caregivers told me. These past couple of years, I consistently run fevers, have cold sweats and aches, around the week of my period. I'm wondering if this is "normal" among women, with high level spinal cord injuries. I'm also curious, if perhaps I'm experiencing stomach cramping, that I can't feel, and that my brain is interpreting it as these AD like symptoms, even though my blood pressure isn't effected. I had a recent GYN exam, and everything was fine, but it HAS to be more than coincidence that my flu like symptoms increase like clock work, every month. My aunt suggested that I go on one of the birth control pills, that limits the number of periods you have, to a few times a year. The only problem with that idea, is that I'm worried about the possible weight gain, that taking birth control pills tend to cause. I watch my weight carefully. Considering I have little, to no functional movement, that also means having no means of exercising, to shed extra pounds. I already count calories, so I'm very hesitant to risk taking something, that may very well, make matters worse, or not help at all. I don't know many women with high level spinal cord injuries, but am hoping that someone might read this, and be able share their insight, about how their menstrual cycle has changed, or caused AD, since their injury. I never had much complaints, with cramping, or PMS, when I was on my feet. Now, I can't even feel my period. I just know I feel worse than usual, when I have it. I don't know if it's just a change based on aging, or something related to my injury. It's so hard finding concrete solutions, and/or answers.
The fevers and chills are the worst, of all the symptoms. The fevers I get usually start around dinner time, and last well into the early morning (2-4am). I've read that the onset of fevers, later in the day is common. I'm wondering why that is, and if it's just my body's way of expressing exhaustion. I almost always know when I have a fever, because I start to feel extreme fatigue. As soon as I start feeling tired, I usually ask someone to take my temp and I'm almost always right. The fevers are low grade, usually ranging between 99-100.5 degrees Fahrenheit. The weirdest (and most frustrating) aspect of my near daily fevers, is that they don't subside easily. I almost always take Tylenol, or ibuprofen, and lately, not only do the fevers NOT drop, they've actually INCREASED. I'm not sure how else to combat the problem, besides taking pills, and having someone place cool rags on my forehead. It's exasperating, having fevers so often, and having no obvious cause, or solution. Almost every night I start off uncomfortable, with just a sheet covering me, my fan on, and I toss and turn my head, because the discomfort prevents me from falling asleep. Some time during the night, once I've finally fallen asleep, my body cools down. By the morning, I've usually switched over to freezing, and have to have a heavy comforter on me. It's a horribly, redundant, annoying pattern. I know people with high level spinal cord injuries are extra sensitive to ambient temperature. I'm wondering if other people with high level injuries suffer from fevers, as often as I do, and if so, what theories they might have regarding causes/solutions.
Whether or not my chronic "illness" is caused by AD, or not, I'm just trying to see if anyone else out there is experiencing similar symptoms, and if so, if they've found anything for relief, that I haven't already tried. I'm constantly battling depression, and anxiety over all the loss and trauma that my paralysis has caused. Although I'm seeing a therapist, and take several medications, to help cope with the psychological impact that paralysis has had on me, it's extraordinarily hard finding joy, when I'm constantly feeling physically sick. If I could alleviate some of the physical discomfort, it would certainly have a positive effect on my mood, and make it easier to find reasons to move forward. Honestly, I feel as though (based on experience in dealing with doctors, and knowing my body) most of the discomfort is rooted in my spinal cord injury's, overall impact on my body, and the natural progression of time, given the insane amount of change and stress, my body has physically gone through.
Bowel program alone, seems to cause as much discomfort, as it causes. Unfortunately, it''s something I HAVE to have, in order to keep me alive. Obviously (besides the birth control option), there's nothing I can do about having a period. So really, I'm just trying to pin point what is causing what, and find out if there are other people out there, experiencing similar symptoms. From a medical perspective, I'm curious to know if fluctuating blood pressure, is the only qualifying characteristic to tell for sure if a symptom is AD related, or not. I often feel like my injury has condemned me to a life a chronic illness, that is just part of living with paralysis. Living this way, is certainly not normal. I have to rely on bp, medications and being dependent on others, just to stay alive. Those three things are a given, based on my condition. Having no cure in sight, makes the thought of having to live this way forever, seem hopeless. Every year, I seem to get physically worse, and therefore feel emotionally more desperate to escape. I want to know if all that I go through, is REALLY just TYPICAL, given my injury, or if it's just me. Any suggestions, shared experiences, feedback and/or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
The thing is, in order for these symptoms to be classified as autonomic dysreflexia, I thought there had to be an accompanying rise in blood pressure. Most of the time, my blood pressure & heart rate are fine. Yet I feel like I have the flu, almost constantly. I realize that some of my symptoms mimic having an UTI, but come on, can I really ALWAYS have a UTI? Since I have a supra pubic catheter, there's always a certain amount of bacteria in my urine. It seems almost impossible, to ever know for sure, what's wrong. I feel like UTI ends up being the scapegoat diagnosis, for all my problems, and the doctors way of getting around saying, "I have no clue." That's not to say my doctors are "bad," or don't know what they're doing. I've been to specialists, and the thing is, they can only do so much. They have to base their diagnosis, on my descriptions, which are of secondary, seemingly random symptoms. I'm sure it's as equally as frustrating for them, when they can't provide me any relief, or figure out the source of my symptoms.
I try to avoid antibiotics. They reek havoc on my bowel program, not to mention, constantly taking them, just breeds stronger bugs. My doctor & I have come up with a few possible reasons for all of my "sick" symptoms, that include: hemorrhoids, stomach ulcers, and gas. The symptoms vary, slightly, from day, to day, but I suffer from at least a couple, EVERY DAY. The chest pressure builds up randomly (I haven't been able to correlate a direct link to food, or time of day) and subsides a LITTLE when I lay down, versus sitting up. The fact that the pressure is usually worse when I'm sitting up, it makes sense that it could be hemorrhoids, since that's when there's more weight being distributed to my bottom. The other batch of symptoms I get include: cold sweats, chills, phantom sensations in my legs and feet, this odd, gross tingly sensation, all throughout my body, fevers and aches. I usually chalk them up to AD, but like I said earlier, my blood pressure is often low, or normal, while I'm experiencing these symptoms. My question is, are these symptoms really AD, or just freak neurological impulses, thanks to my screwed up spinal cord? I've experienced classic AD symptoms, like profuse sweating, goosebumps, and killer headaches, when my catheter has been blocked. In these instances, my blood pressure definitely did spike, and decrease, once the obstruction was cleared. I think the gas theory makes sense, since it's pain I can't feel, but I've tried products like Gas-Ex & Beano, and never get any relief. My diet is full of veggies, and fiber. It doesn't vary that much. I take the same dose of BP related meds, every day, and have BP every other day, so it's not like constipation is the cause. I do notice the cold sweats and goosebumps during BP, but figure that makes sense, since the stimulation is directly agitating the hemorrhoids. It's a vicious cycle, with the only solution, being a colostomy bag. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, I will absolutely not consider getting a colostomy.
I take Pepcid for my stomach, so that should theoretically help with all the medication I take. If it is always gas that's the culprit, what can I do, besides what I'm already doing? I use topical treatments, and suppositories for the hemorrhoids, but considering I have to have a BP, I'm wondering if there's any other remedies, I haven't tried. I know from reading things online, that hemorrhoids, are quite common, among spinal cord injury patients. I'm wondering if anyone else, in my similar situation experiencing similar symptoms, due to hemorrhoids.
Other than the hemorrhoids, I have noticed a correlation to my period and feeling sick. When I was first injured, I didn't know I had my period, unless my caregivers told me. These past couple of years, I consistently run fevers, have cold sweats and aches, around the week of my period. I'm wondering if this is "normal" among women, with high level spinal cord injuries. I'm also curious, if perhaps I'm experiencing stomach cramping, that I can't feel, and that my brain is interpreting it as these AD like symptoms, even though my blood pressure isn't effected. I had a recent GYN exam, and everything was fine, but it HAS to be more than coincidence that my flu like symptoms increase like clock work, every month. My aunt suggested that I go on one of the birth control pills, that limits the number of periods you have, to a few times a year. The only problem with that idea, is that I'm worried about the possible weight gain, that taking birth control pills tend to cause. I watch my weight carefully. Considering I have little, to no functional movement, that also means having no means of exercising, to shed extra pounds. I already count calories, so I'm very hesitant to risk taking something, that may very well, make matters worse, or not help at all. I don't know many women with high level spinal cord injuries, but am hoping that someone might read this, and be able share their insight, about how their menstrual cycle has changed, or caused AD, since their injury. I never had much complaints, with cramping, or PMS, when I was on my feet. Now, I can't even feel my period. I just know I feel worse than usual, when I have it. I don't know if it's just a change based on aging, or something related to my injury. It's so hard finding concrete solutions, and/or answers.
The fevers and chills are the worst, of all the symptoms. The fevers I get usually start around dinner time, and last well into the early morning (2-4am). I've read that the onset of fevers, later in the day is common. I'm wondering why that is, and if it's just my body's way of expressing exhaustion. I almost always know when I have a fever, because I start to feel extreme fatigue. As soon as I start feeling tired, I usually ask someone to take my temp and I'm almost always right. The fevers are low grade, usually ranging between 99-100.5 degrees Fahrenheit. The weirdest (and most frustrating) aspect of my near daily fevers, is that they don't subside easily. I almost always take Tylenol, or ibuprofen, and lately, not only do the fevers NOT drop, they've actually INCREASED. I'm not sure how else to combat the problem, besides taking pills, and having someone place cool rags on my forehead. It's exasperating, having fevers so often, and having no obvious cause, or solution. Almost every night I start off uncomfortable, with just a sheet covering me, my fan on, and I toss and turn my head, because the discomfort prevents me from falling asleep. Some time during the night, once I've finally fallen asleep, my body cools down. By the morning, I've usually switched over to freezing, and have to have a heavy comforter on me. It's a horribly, redundant, annoying pattern. I know people with high level spinal cord injuries are extra sensitive to ambient temperature. I'm wondering if other people with high level injuries suffer from fevers, as often as I do, and if so, what theories they might have regarding causes/solutions.
Whether or not my chronic "illness" is caused by AD, or not, I'm just trying to see if anyone else out there is experiencing similar symptoms, and if so, if they've found anything for relief, that I haven't already tried. I'm constantly battling depression, and anxiety over all the loss and trauma that my paralysis has caused. Although I'm seeing a therapist, and take several medications, to help cope with the psychological impact that paralysis has had on me, it's extraordinarily hard finding joy, when I'm constantly feeling physically sick. If I could alleviate some of the physical discomfort, it would certainly have a positive effect on my mood, and make it easier to find reasons to move forward. Honestly, I feel as though (based on experience in dealing with doctors, and knowing my body) most of the discomfort is rooted in my spinal cord injury's, overall impact on my body, and the natural progression of time, given the insane amount of change and stress, my body has physically gone through.
Bowel program alone, seems to cause as much discomfort, as it causes. Unfortunately, it''s something I HAVE to have, in order to keep me alive. Obviously (besides the birth control option), there's nothing I can do about having a period. So really, I'm just trying to pin point what is causing what, and find out if there are other people out there, experiencing similar symptoms. From a medical perspective, I'm curious to know if fluctuating blood pressure, is the only qualifying characteristic to tell for sure if a symptom is AD related, or not. I often feel like my injury has condemned me to a life a chronic illness, that is just part of living with paralysis. Living this way, is certainly not normal. I have to rely on bp, medications and being dependent on others, just to stay alive. Those three things are a given, based on my condition. Having no cure in sight, makes the thought of having to live this way forever, seem hopeless. Every year, I seem to get physically worse, and therefore feel emotionally more desperate to escape. I want to know if all that I go through, is REALLY just TYPICAL, given my injury, or if it's just me. Any suggestions, shared experiences, feedback and/or ideas would be greatly appreciated!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Not Good Enough
A poem (for lack of a better word. I don't exactly follow a set pattern or style. More like random thoughts...) I wrote a couple of months ago. I rather not go into detail on my thoughts behind it. Interpretation is up to you. Just thought I'd share:
Guess I wasn't good enough
Not enough to be your all
You've cut me deeper than you'll ever know
The pain runs through, down to my soul
I was holding on to a fantasy
All the while, you moved on
False hope
False words
Guess you were never who I thought you were
I just kept holding on
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
Things to good to be true
I was clinging to your memory
Seems I had things wrong
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Guess you were never mine
Thought all I needed was to do my time
The past pushed me on
Those illusions are all gone
You choose your path
My heart snaps
Lost love
Lost hope
Guess it's my fault for losing you
Don't know what I'm going to do
Blame myself for everything
Can't see what good the future brings
Bittersweet memories
Erase them from my mind
Impossible to stop
Impossible to run away
Guess I wasn't good enough
Not enough to be your all
You've cut me deeper than you'll ever know
The pain runs through, down to my soul
I was holding on to a fantasy
All the while, you moved on
False hope
False words
Guess you were never who I thought you were
I just kept holding on
Don't know what I'd do if I were you
Things to good to be true
I was clinging to your memory
Seems I had things wrong
Broken promises
Broken dreams
Guess you were never mine
Thought all I needed was to do my time
The past pushed me on
Those illusions are all gone
You choose your path
My heart snaps
Lost love
Lost hope
Guess it's my fault for losing you
Don't know what I'm going to do
Blame myself for everything
Can't see what good the future brings
Bittersweet memories
Erase them from my mind
Impossible to stop
Impossible to run away
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Waiting for my Wings
I wrote this in my journal the other night & thought I'd share:
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Acceptance
I often read posts from the Care Cure & Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation forums. Both websites are dedicated to spinal cord injury and paralysis awareness and research towards finding a cure. Both websites also have active online communities of people living with paralysis, caregivers and medical & mental health professionals. It's helpful to be able to read how other people deal with paralysis and know that there are other people that can understand your situation. I contribute my opinion, information and advice from time to time. I'd encourage anyone effected by paralysis to check out both websites.
The other day a person with a C6-C7 injury posted a question that caught my attention. This person was injured nine months ago, and wanted to know how other people cope with their injuries. Specifically, he asked, "those of you that are years out, when did you (if you did) come to terms with your new self? How long did it take for the emotional pain to subside?"
I didn't really ask myself this question until much later in my "recovery." I think I was in complete denial that I wouldn't "get better" for at least a year after my accident. Even now, a part of me wants to reject my "new self." Acknowledging this is it, means admitting that I won't ever get better. That is a hard pill to swallow. My way of "coming to terms" with reality is to essentially grieve for myself. I grieve over the loss of the "old Christina" and try to make the best out of the "Christina" that was left behind. That might sound bizarre to some people, but when every aspect of your life is turned completely upside down, you can't help but feel a sharp divide. One day you're independent, the next day you're dependent. The easiest way for me to deal with my life now, is to not constantly harbor on the past. That life is gone.
I decided to respond to the question about acceptance, because it is something I'm still struggling over today. I'm not so sure I want to accept this life. Here is what I wrote:
I think "acceptance" might not mean the same thing to everyone. When I think of that word, I always think of validation and surrender. On one hand, I acknowledge the fact that my life has changed (C5 complete, 6/5/05) and I recognize that the chances of me ever being "cured" are slim, to none. On the other hand, I will never be satisfied with this life and will fight to change as much as I can. A lot of people use the word acceptance to express being at peace with their situation or the fact that they have given up hope for anything better.
I'm a realist, so I know I'll probably spend the rest of my life in a chair. However, I feel like the moment I accept that this is it, that I'd be giving up hope. Without hope, I'd have no reason to try to keep moving forward. We've been dealt a really crap luck hand of cards and no matter how you look at it, it's always going to be crap, unless something changes. We can choose to do what we can to improve the situation we've been handed and make the best of it, or we can just accept it for what it is and leave it at that. If you accept someone, or something, you are essentially saying, "you/it are/is fine the way it are/is." Some people have learned how to accept their injuries and still move forward (reality is, life moves forward with, or without you) and are content. I will never be content living with paralysis.
It's horrible, what we go through and how we have to live. I wouldn't wish paralysis on anyone. Every adult human being should have the basic freedom of being able to care for themselves and privacy, for modesty. Paralysis steals both of those basic human rights, in addition to the pain & suffering due to all the other aspects of life that change or are lost altogether (physical talents, careers, material possessions, dreams, intimacy, life without medication, relationships, etc.).
No one should have to endure all of the loss and suffering that paralysis can cause. I can understand and accept losing abilities or senses gradually, with age. There are a lot of elderly people that require assistance, but the difference is that they were fortunate enough to live full, "normal" lives. If I were eighty or ninety years old, I'd be able to accept needing help. It's natural to lose or experience a decline in abilities, strengths and senses as part of aging, and getting older. Paralysis is so awful because it steals all that and more, in the matter of seconds. People that suffer a spinal cord injury aren't given a lifetime to deal with gradual change. Paralysis forces you to cope with a lifetime's worth of loss (not even, because there are tons of relatively healthy people in the eighties and up) overnight and robs you of the future you planned.
Another one of the worst aspects of spinal cord injuries is that they are completely random. There are no genetic markers, family history or warning symptoms to an injury. Anyone can get injured at any time and the results/recovery are often just as unpredictable a the injury itself. There is no full proof way to avoid injury and everybody's spinal cord injury is entirely unique to their physiology and the exact way they are injured. In fact, I'm always reminded of this man Gene, that was in rehab with me, at Kessler. Gene had been a fire fighter in NYC. One night, he and five other fire fighters were forced to jump out of a five story building (or be burnt to death). Two of those men died at the scene, while four survived. Obviously, Gene was among the four survivors. He was the last of his group to leave rehab after having survived the fifty foot plus fall, a coma and about eight months of therapy. On his last day of therapy, Gene walked out of Kessler with a cane.I can remember watching him leave, in disbelief. I recall feeling happy for him and jealous of him at the same time. It made no sense to me, how a man could walk after falling five stories and yet, doctors were telling me it was impossible for me to do the same. Contrarily to Gene, I broke my neck in a failed attempt to shallow dive in a swimming pool. I dove from about five and a half feet off the ground. I only spent three months at Kessler and left in a head controlled wheelchair. There is no rhyme or reason when it comes to spinal cord injuries. That is why I feel it is so important to teach people about paralysis. People need to understand how difficult it is to live with paralysis and recognize the fact that they can be injured just as easily, and unpredictably as we were.
It's insanely frustrating that doctors (the scientific community as a whole) still have little to offer in terms of a cure or recovery. It makes me angry and sad to know that right now, someone could be getting injured and doctors won't be able to help that person, any more than they helped me five years ago. It's sometimes baffling to me how far humanity has come and yet, we still have failed to figure out all there is to know about our own bodies. You can't help but want to lash out, at times, over how absurd it all seems and how messed up our priorities seem to be. Scientists say a cure is possible. Since I've been injured, I've heard and read the magic time span of five to ten years, over and over again. Unfortunately, people with injuries decades older than mine have been hearing, hoping and waiting for the same results, for much longer. It makes me sick when I hear researchers say it's just a matter of funding and policies (keep in mind, every country has it's own set of priorities and regulations).The thought that I could be cured (or that I might have never had to endure all that I have the past five years) if it weren't for lack of money and support, makes me want to scream.
At times, I get so fed up and just wish there was someone to give me answers. It all seems so unfair and hard to understand why more isn't being done. Research towards understanding and repairing the central nervous system is promising and on-going, but moving at a snail's pace. Our spinal cord and brains are the most important parts of our body (also extremely complex) and unlocking the keys to repairing damage, would have huge practical applications and alleviate tremendous suffering (even save on spending, in the long run). So why is it that we spend more money on detrimental things, like war and oil? How can our government thinks it's ok to invest billions of dollars to search for microbes in space, while he have millions of people suffering here on Earth? Many of the world's brightest minds are focused on questions of curiosity, versus questions of necessity. While fascinating, I fail to see what practical information that (most of) our space program can hope to provide. It seems like common sense, that humanity would want to understand all there is to know about ourselves, before wasting brainpower and time on other topics.
Sometimes I wonder if our society is the way it is, due to ignorance. Logic tells me that our priorities as a country, stem mostly from greed and selfishness. I think the rest of society just doesn't think about something, unless it effects them personally, or it's constantly in their face. So often I feel like people need to be hit over the head, before they'll pay attention. The majority of people are so self absorbed that it's hard for them to see the bigger picture. I always joke that its as if I see the world through a pair of one hundred year old eyes. Before my accident, I was guilty of being caught up in material things and had a totally different perspective on life. I stressed over stupid, insignificant things and didn't realize how blessed I was. I'd like to think of myself as a kind, helpful person, but before my accident, there was a lot of wonderful things I took for granted. In general, people need to be reminded and need some kind of emotional connection to really care about and support a cause. The out pour of aide and money that went to Haiti the first few weeks after their horrific earthquake is one example, of the potential support people are willing to give, if it touches their heart.
Right now, the support for paralysis research is not enough, especially when you look at diseases like AIDS and Cancer, and compare the amount of support that is generated for those illnesses. I think it's our job (for our own sake as well as others) to be out there, reminding people and/or teaching people about paralysis. It shouldn't have to take a celebrity to raise awareness. Part of the problem is that not enough people are exposed to disabilities, know someone with a severe disability or realize how quickly their life can change. I believe if more people really understood what paralysis is like, that there would be more support towards finding a cure. Naturally, a cure to paralysis would mean wiping out a ton of diseases and disabilities(ALS, MS, MD, Parkinson's, CP, etc.), and would effect millions more than just people with spinal cord injuries.
I can't imagine that my sadness, anger or frustration will ever really go away. I've just learned to channel my feelings into something productive (when I can) and try to find purpose in it all. I also think it's perfectly normal to have up and down days. I'm sure if you think back to your old life, you had your share of bad days too. I often feel like I've been given an impossible task. Although people try their best to be supportive, unless they've lived with paralysis, it's near impossible for them to truly understand. Other people will offer you a ton of advice and try to cheer you up. People mean well, but only you know yourself best. You have to find your own reasons for wanting to keep moving forward. I've gotten better at dealing with certain things over time, but find it hard to believe I'll ever be satisfied or happy in my situation. Don't get me wrong, I still have things to be grateful for and things that make me happy, but it's always bittersweet.
I just take it one day at a time & try to give myself purpose. My family and friends are one reason I try to keep going forward. My hope for a cure is my second reason and my desire to salvage something positive from my accident is my third reason. For right now, those three reasons are enough. If my SCI has taught me anything, it's how fragile life is and how little control we ultimately have over our lives. I still struggle with the past, although I know I can't change it; I miss it. I try not to think ahead too far into the future, because I know how quickly things can change. I set loose goals for myself and take things as they come, day by day. Tomorrow my reasons to keep going might not be enough, or I might find even more. Who knows? Just do your best; that's all you can expect from yourself.
Right now, your quality of life rests heavily on your own choices. You have more power to improve your state of mind and/or your situation than anyone else. I have a website, dedicated to SCI & paralysis awareness. It's not a big deal, or anything, it's just one of my attempts at reaching out to others. It makes me feel good, to do things to raise awareness, even if it's small. It's important to me to feel like I'm doing something productive and that I'm contributing towards a cure. If you're interested, check it out. I hope my advice helps a little.
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The other day a person with a C6-C7 injury posted a question that caught my attention. This person was injured nine months ago, and wanted to know how other people cope with their injuries. Specifically, he asked, "those of you that are years out, when did you (if you did) come to terms with your new self? How long did it take for the emotional pain to subside?"
I didn't really ask myself this question until much later in my "recovery." I think I was in complete denial that I wouldn't "get better" for at least a year after my accident. Even now, a part of me wants to reject my "new self." Acknowledging this is it, means admitting that I won't ever get better. That is a hard pill to swallow. My way of "coming to terms" with reality is to essentially grieve for myself. I grieve over the loss of the "old Christina" and try to make the best out of the "Christina" that was left behind. That might sound bizarre to some people, but when every aspect of your life is turned completely upside down, you can't help but feel a sharp divide. One day you're independent, the next day you're dependent. The easiest way for me to deal with my life now, is to not constantly harbor on the past. That life is gone.
I decided to respond to the question about acceptance, because it is something I'm still struggling over today. I'm not so sure I want to accept this life. Here is what I wrote:
I think "acceptance" might not mean the same thing to everyone. When I think of that word, I always think of validation and surrender. On one hand, I acknowledge the fact that my life has changed (C5 complete, 6/5/05) and I recognize that the chances of me ever being "cured" are slim, to none. On the other hand, I will never be satisfied with this life and will fight to change as much as I can. A lot of people use the word acceptance to express being at peace with their situation or the fact that they have given up hope for anything better.
I'm a realist, so I know I'll probably spend the rest of my life in a chair. However, I feel like the moment I accept that this is it, that I'd be giving up hope. Without hope, I'd have no reason to try to keep moving forward. We've been dealt a really crap luck hand of cards and no matter how you look at it, it's always going to be crap, unless something changes. We can choose to do what we can to improve the situation we've been handed and make the best of it, or we can just accept it for what it is and leave it at that. If you accept someone, or something, you are essentially saying, "you/it are/is fine the way it are/is." Some people have learned how to accept their injuries and still move forward (reality is, life moves forward with, or without you) and are content. I will never be content living with paralysis.
It's horrible, what we go through and how we have to live. I wouldn't wish paralysis on anyone. Every adult human being should have the basic freedom of being able to care for themselves and privacy, for modesty. Paralysis steals both of those basic human rights, in addition to the pain & suffering due to all the other aspects of life that change or are lost altogether (physical talents, careers, material possessions, dreams, intimacy, life without medication, relationships, etc.).
No one should have to endure all of the loss and suffering that paralysis can cause. I can understand and accept losing abilities or senses gradually, with age. There are a lot of elderly people that require assistance, but the difference is that they were fortunate enough to live full, "normal" lives. If I were eighty or ninety years old, I'd be able to accept needing help. It's natural to lose or experience a decline in abilities, strengths and senses as part of aging, and getting older. Paralysis is so awful because it steals all that and more, in the matter of seconds. People that suffer a spinal cord injury aren't given a lifetime to deal with gradual change. Paralysis forces you to cope with a lifetime's worth of loss (not even, because there are tons of relatively healthy people in the eighties and up) overnight and robs you of the future you planned.
Another one of the worst aspects of spinal cord injuries is that they are completely random. There are no genetic markers, family history or warning symptoms to an injury. Anyone can get injured at any time and the results/recovery are often just as unpredictable a the injury itself. There is no full proof way to avoid injury and everybody's spinal cord injury is entirely unique to their physiology and the exact way they are injured. In fact, I'm always reminded of this man Gene, that was in rehab with me, at Kessler. Gene had been a fire fighter in NYC. One night, he and five other fire fighters were forced to jump out of a five story building (or be burnt to death). Two of those men died at the scene, while four survived. Obviously, Gene was among the four survivors. He was the last of his group to leave rehab after having survived the fifty foot plus fall, a coma and about eight months of therapy. On his last day of therapy, Gene walked out of Kessler with a cane.I can remember watching him leave, in disbelief. I recall feeling happy for him and jealous of him at the same time. It made no sense to me, how a man could walk after falling five stories and yet, doctors were telling me it was impossible for me to do the same. Contrarily to Gene, I broke my neck in a failed attempt to shallow dive in a swimming pool. I dove from about five and a half feet off the ground. I only spent three months at Kessler and left in a head controlled wheelchair. There is no rhyme or reason when it comes to spinal cord injuries. That is why I feel it is so important to teach people about paralysis. People need to understand how difficult it is to live with paralysis and recognize the fact that they can be injured just as easily, and unpredictably as we were.
It's insanely frustrating that doctors (the scientific community as a whole) still have little to offer in terms of a cure or recovery. It makes me angry and sad to know that right now, someone could be getting injured and doctors won't be able to help that person, any more than they helped me five years ago. It's sometimes baffling to me how far humanity has come and yet, we still have failed to figure out all there is to know about our own bodies. You can't help but want to lash out, at times, over how absurd it all seems and how messed up our priorities seem to be. Scientists say a cure is possible. Since I've been injured, I've heard and read the magic time span of five to ten years, over and over again. Unfortunately, people with injuries decades older than mine have been hearing, hoping and waiting for the same results, for much longer. It makes me sick when I hear researchers say it's just a matter of funding and policies (keep in mind, every country has it's own set of priorities and regulations).The thought that I could be cured (or that I might have never had to endure all that I have the past five years) if it weren't for lack of money and support, makes me want to scream.
At times, I get so fed up and just wish there was someone to give me answers. It all seems so unfair and hard to understand why more isn't being done. Research towards understanding and repairing the central nervous system is promising and on-going, but moving at a snail's pace. Our spinal cord and brains are the most important parts of our body (also extremely complex) and unlocking the keys to repairing damage, would have huge practical applications and alleviate tremendous suffering (even save on spending, in the long run). So why is it that we spend more money on detrimental things, like war and oil? How can our government thinks it's ok to invest billions of dollars to search for microbes in space, while he have millions of people suffering here on Earth? Many of the world's brightest minds are focused on questions of curiosity, versus questions of necessity. While fascinating, I fail to see what practical information that (most of) our space program can hope to provide. It seems like common sense, that humanity would want to understand all there is to know about ourselves, before wasting brainpower and time on other topics.
Sometimes I wonder if our society is the way it is, due to ignorance. Logic tells me that our priorities as a country, stem mostly from greed and selfishness. I think the rest of society just doesn't think about something, unless it effects them personally, or it's constantly in their face. So often I feel like people need to be hit over the head, before they'll pay attention. The majority of people are so self absorbed that it's hard for them to see the bigger picture. I always joke that its as if I see the world through a pair of one hundred year old eyes. Before my accident, I was guilty of being caught up in material things and had a totally different perspective on life. I stressed over stupid, insignificant things and didn't realize how blessed I was. I'd like to think of myself as a kind, helpful person, but before my accident, there was a lot of wonderful things I took for granted. In general, people need to be reminded and need some kind of emotional connection to really care about and support a cause. The out pour of aide and money that went to Haiti the first few weeks after their horrific earthquake is one example, of the potential support people are willing to give, if it touches their heart.
Right now, the support for paralysis research is not enough, especially when you look at diseases like AIDS and Cancer, and compare the amount of support that is generated for those illnesses. I think it's our job (for our own sake as well as others) to be out there, reminding people and/or teaching people about paralysis. It shouldn't have to take a celebrity to raise awareness. Part of the problem is that not enough people are exposed to disabilities, know someone with a severe disability or realize how quickly their life can change. I believe if more people really understood what paralysis is like, that there would be more support towards finding a cure. Naturally, a cure to paralysis would mean wiping out a ton of diseases and disabilities(ALS, MS, MD, Parkinson's, CP, etc.), and would effect millions more than just people with spinal cord injuries.
I can't imagine that my sadness, anger or frustration will ever really go away. I've just learned to channel my feelings into something productive (when I can) and try to find purpose in it all. I also think it's perfectly normal to have up and down days. I'm sure if you think back to your old life, you had your share of bad days too. I often feel like I've been given an impossible task. Although people try their best to be supportive, unless they've lived with paralysis, it's near impossible for them to truly understand. Other people will offer you a ton of advice and try to cheer you up. People mean well, but only you know yourself best. You have to find your own reasons for wanting to keep moving forward. I've gotten better at dealing with certain things over time, but find it hard to believe I'll ever be satisfied or happy in my situation. Don't get me wrong, I still have things to be grateful for and things that make me happy, but it's always bittersweet.
I just take it one day at a time & try to give myself purpose. My family and friends are one reason I try to keep going forward. My hope for a cure is my second reason and my desire to salvage something positive from my accident is my third reason. For right now, those three reasons are enough. If my SCI has taught me anything, it's how fragile life is and how little control we ultimately have over our lives. I still struggle with the past, although I know I can't change it; I miss it. I try not to think ahead too far into the future, because I know how quickly things can change. I set loose goals for myself and take things as they come, day by day. Tomorrow my reasons to keep going might not be enough, or I might find even more. Who knows? Just do your best; that's all you can expect from yourself.
Right now, your quality of life rests heavily on your own choices. You have more power to improve your state of mind and/or your situation than anyone else. I have a website, dedicated to SCI & paralysis awareness. It's not a big deal, or anything, it's just one of my attempts at reaching out to others. It makes me feel good, to do things to raise awareness, even if it's small. It's important to me to feel like I'm doing something productive and that I'm contributing towards a cure. If you're interested, check it out. I hope my advice helps a little.
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