Where has this year gone?

It has been a year since lupus kicked my butt and crashed my bones. I remember not knowing if I would ever walk with out assistance again. I remember grieving for all the things I would never do again and for all the loss. I also remember feeling incredibly empty and scared while keeping a stiff upper lip for fear of showing my pain. I kept strong for those who would care for me. They were scared too. Every time someone looked at me with those sad eyes I could see the questions running through their minds like water flowing over a rocky cliff in uneven swells. I can feel, in my chest, the butterflies and waves of anxiety and dark nights with sleepless paralysis. afraid to move or be moved for fear a bone would break or I might fall and end up in a wheel chair for good. The fragility was something never before felt at that depth. I have prided myself on my strength in many areas. I know I am strong and able to do many things, at once even, but at that moment last year all I could do was roll around on my walker, sleep and stare at the wheelchair in the corner of the room wondering if and when that would be my ride. It was and sometimes still is....but the feeling of doom is gone. Bones feel stronger. Shoulder is replaced with some pain leftover, to be expected. I sleep a little better and feel more at ease seeing where I am compared to where I was. I am glad I did chemo and continue to take the meds which keep me alive. The handful of pills and the many visits to Dr.'s, PT's, hospitals etc each week remind me I am not out of the dark. The monthly lab tests and the waiting for results like a puppy anxiously waiting for her owner to return with a treat is still a part of my life. The four days a week I drive myself and drag my ass in to physical therapy and yoga, whether I feel like it or not, is still my life. I am a survivor yet a patient in the end. I also have patience !!! I watch over or think about everything I eat, say, think, read, feel, do, drink, fear, accept, grieve and desire. I analyse myself under a microscope to make sure I am not making myself sick. It is tiresome, yet a good tool to have in these unsettling times . My life seems very lonely to some and admirable to others. I hear comments like, "it must be nice to have all day to do whatever you want". Yea !! like sleeping or doing anything to avoid thinking about the pain I feel , my fear, uncertainty, grief, anger, exhaustion, weakness or how tired to the core I really am is just great !! All this time in the world...........People do not realize how lucky they are to have a career or a child they love and raised. I will not have a grandchild to bounce on my knee...all that time on my hands will be great.....How can I tell everyone that this is not the life of Riley? Nor is it sheer hell either. It is a brief blip in a life a joy and many other experiences. It is just one year. One experience. i have all the time in the world to have many others.............."Wouldn't it be nice"?

Sometimes a girl's gotta vent. It's all good !!!!