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Showing posts with label breakfast club. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sunday Breakfast Club: CNN – Can Caring Make You Sick?

During the two years that I was studying for my masters degree, I would meet two of my closest friends every Sunday morning at a local coffee shop. We’d spend an hour chatting, venting, gossiping, and catching up on our lives (or lack thereof) over bagels and coffee, before the conversations would inevitably tangent off onto random topics. I miss those chats – and the insights into my friends I’d gain through them.  So I thought I’d try to restart something along those lines on my blog. A chance to hear more from my readers… at first, I was trying to decide if I wanted something consistent: quotes/sayings, song lyrics, random current or pop culture events…. But I think it will be more fun, more free to mix it up. Just whatever I’m dwelling on at the moment. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I do.

I meant to write about this last weekend when this article was a little more recent, but the “Lady Gaga + lupus (?)” topic overtook it. There was a CNN article on May 20th called "Can Caring Make You Sick?" 
I think the effect our illnesses have on our loved ones are easy to forget about (I wrote a thank you post a few weeks ago). I’m not saying we’re selfish, by any means. It’s just that it’s easy to get caught up in the daily tedium of it all. I mean, look at all the things we have to think about every day: first we have to remember to rank priorities so we can allocate spoons, then we have to deal with everyday cares, cook (if we can manage) and eat meals, many of us have multiple med times, and all of this is on top of the debilitating fatigue, pain, stiffness, etc. When and how do we fit work/school into this madness? Well, your guess is as good as mine. Still, it’s no wonder that we rely so heavily on the loving friends and family we have in our lives.

Our strongest supporters are often the people most subjected to inadvertent abuse. Our anger and frustration at our disease (and at rude people who don’t understand) often gets misdirected at them just because they’re around when we’re on the warpath. The reward for their efforts to understand what we are going through is often a derisive, indignant “you don't understand!” They take on extra stress and work to make up for the stuff that we can’t do. And, it would be unfair to forget that they worry to no end. I’ve seen my sister cry after spending the night at my place and seeing what my joints are like after I left them to their gelling ways all night long. My mom spends all her free time researching my diseases and learning about treatments. I worry about them when I see these things. I do, of course I do.

Yet, until I read this article, I was worried about my supporters’ emotional health, but never to the extent that this article suggests I should be. I think I always wrote off caregiver health problems as limited to the people who are always lifting or physically supporting their loved ones. I didn’t realize it could have this kind of impact. Or, maybe, it turns out that I am a little selfish after all, and I just didn’t want to think about it because I just don’t have the energy. The fact is, it’s not just their emotional and physical health that takes a direct hit. They often put their lives on hold in order to help us with the things we need help with all the freaking time.

I don’t want to be that person, so this week I’m trying to find ways to help relieve the stress on my caregivers. They don’t have to be big gestures, but maybe little things would really help. So far, I’ve come up with simple things like calling them to tell them I’m having a good day instead of only when I’m having a terrible day and need to cry about it to someone. Also, some tasks aren’t as important as others, but they may not know that. So I think when I call in favours, I can be clearer in terms of what I really need help with ASAP and what can just wait until they have time. Most importantly, I think I’m going to try and give them days off once in awhile. Something along the lines of, “I’m ok today, why don’t you go out shopping with your friends?” I don’t know if they’ll do it, but at least I can try to promote that they have a healthy social life even if often don’t. I don’t know if these things will help, but a girl can hope.

So how about you, readers? What do you currently do to help take some of the stress off of your loved ones? 

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sunday Breakfast Club: Lady Gaga and the Awareness Issue


During the two years that I was studying for my masters degree, I would meet two of my closest friends every Sunday morning at a local coffee shop. We’d spend an hour chatting, venting, gossiping, and catching up on our lives (or lack thereof) over bagels and coffee, before the conversations would inevitably tangent off onto random topics. I miss those chats – and the insights into my friends I’d gain through them.  So I thought I’d try to restart something along those lines on my blog. A chance to hear more from my readers… at first, I was trying to decide if I wanted something consistent: quotes/sayings, song lyrics, random current or pop culture events…. But I think it will be more fun, more free to mix it up. Just whatever I’m dwelling on at the moment. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I do.



So the Twitterverse, Bloggerverse, Facebookverse and probably any other major social network are in a frenzy with the news that Lady Gaga has been tested for lupus. Tested, mind you, not diagnosed with. There was an article on CNN which quoted this original article … here is what the Lupus Alliance released in response to the rumors.

I think the Lupus Alliance makes a good point about the issue of what information about lupus ends up being disseminated in such situations. It is definitely a significant problem. However, that isn’t the issue I would to discuss today. Instead I would like to focus on the tone of the chatter.

Obviously, when any major celebrity mentions lupus we are going to get all riled up. We all know that the more awareness there is in the community, the easier our lives will be. Besides, existed support and understanding aside, it’s a major illness that we suffer from, and it would just generally be nice if people knew it. Still, as I read these tweets I started getting a little worried about their implications. I mean, are we so excited that someone famous might be able to get the word out that we have forgotten how trying this illness is?

I, for one, hope Lady Gaga DOESN’T have lupus, regardless of how much awareness she can bring to the disease… and, I’m sure, many authors of said tweets would agree given a chance to explain themselves. It’s not like lupus doesn’t have a set of celebrities attached to it, but nobody on the lines of Lady Gaga. Still, the point that these days celebrities are one of the best ways to get awareness out for a disease is valid. Lou Gehrig for ALS and Michael J Fox for Parkinson’s are prime examples.

All the same, I’m not sure we’re being fair here. I know celebrities have a limited amount of privacy, but does that mean they’ve totally given up their right to it? Is it fair to demand that they release protected medical information in the name of the cause? I mean, I’m not even willing to provide my name out here in the community for fear of repercussions, so I can see why they wouldn’t want the entire world to know.

How can we do this without wishing the disease on anyone in the first place? How do we balance the need for increased awareness (especially of the level which can only be gained with celebrity help) and still respect their right to privacy?

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sunday Breakfast Club: Bones, S5E18, “The Predator in the Pool”

During the two years that I was studying for my masters degree, I would meet two of my closest friends every Sunday morning at a local coffee shop. We’d spend an hour chatting, venting, gossiping, and catching up on our lives (or lack thereof) over bagels and coffee, before the conversations would inevitably tangent off onto random topics. I miss those chats – and the insights into my friends I’d gain through them.  So I thought I’d try to restart something along those lines on my blog. A chance to hear more from my readers… at first, I was trying to decide if I wanted something consistent: quotes/sayings, song lyrics, random current or pop culture events…. But I think it will be more fun, more free to mix it up. Just whatever I’m dwelling on at the moment. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I do.

I usually enjoy Bones, but this episode had me all riled up. (Yes, I realize that it was a few episodes ago, but I don’t find much time to keep up with my shows…) The premise of this episode was that a woman killed a self-help guru who promised he could take away pain (and effectively cure her fibromyaligia) when his methods didn’t work. The worst part? She claims her pain [miraculously] disappeared now that she had killed him, thereby justifying her actions. The implication was that her fibromyalgia was cured after she had exacted her revenge/frustration.

Now, to be fair, Bones is not a show that’s known for being incredibly politically correct, they often pick cases based on people who do not live within the realm of society’s norms. Recent episodes included witches and hoarders. Still, this one (quite likely due to my own personal interest in the topic) was particularly offensive and, I thought, in bad taste. Living with an illness that people don’t understand is hard enough without major TV shows portraying it so ridiculously! 

While, as far as I know, a complete definition for fibromyalgia is still pending, I think enough is known about it to negate the premise of the show. There was an article about it in the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) as long ago as 1987 – over 20 years ago! Yet fibromyalgia continues to be a misunderstood (or hardly understood) disease.  Sufferers of fibromyalgia, their friends, families, and the doctors who believe them are constantly fighting to convince people that they are truly fighting a painful, debilitating illness not a psychological problem. Now I know that asking for an apology is too much effort for very unlikely return. Still, I wish someone would inform Bones’ viewers of how out of line this ending was.

Nevertheless, my dear readers, here is the question that I put forth this week. What do you think would be an informative way for fibromyalgia to be portrayed by the entertainment industry? I mean, I’m not sure that anyone would make it all the way through a portrayal of the daily aches and pains without getting bored. (Let’s face it – it would be a pretty uneventful show, right? I sure get bored with the tedium of it all.)


Also, if any of you have seen noted other references to fibromyalgia in the entertainment media please let me know. (I’m asking about both accurate or inaccurate – I’m just curious.) 

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sunday Breakfast Club – Happiness is Taking Things as They Are


During the two years that I was studying for my masters degree, I would meet two of my closest friends every Sunday morning at a local coffee shop. We’d spend an hour chatting, venting, gossiping, and catching up on our lives (or lack thereof) over bagels and coffee, before the conversations would inevitably tangent off onto random topics. I miss those chats – and the insights into my friends I’d gain through them.  So I thought I’d try to restart something along those lines on my blog. A chance to hear more from my readers… at first, I was trying to decide if I wanted something consistent: quotes/sayings, song lyrics, random current or pop culture events…. But I think it will be more fun, more free to mix it up. Just whatever I’m dwelling on at the moment. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I do.


(image from Tumblr.com)

I wish I could remember where I came across this picture the first time. I saw it somewhere approximately a week ago and over the course of the week it got under my skin. It’s become my theme of the moment, a thought that gets me through the day.

There are things that I can’t change. I can’t change my diagnosis. I can’t change its symptoms or the side effects of its treatments. When I say side effects, I mean all the side effects not just the medical side effects like weight gain. I mean the life side effects too. The results of hours and hours spent in bed: the effects on my grades and my relationships. Hobbies I can no longer really engage in. Experiences I don’t know if/when I’ll ever be able to enjoy again – hikes and so on.

I realized that if I spend all my time wishing things were different, I’d never really be happy. There are a million things that I wish I could change but can’t. Of course, this shift in mindset doesn’t change in a day. So I set the picture on my desktop and phone backgrounds as a constant reminder.

On the flip side, is choosing to just accept these symptoms akin to giving up on fighting them? Maybe railing against the disease’s suppressive effects is a psychological boost that helps my body fight this monstrosity. (see related post)


Thoughts? 

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Sunday Breakfast Club: Grey’s Anatomy, S6E21, “How Insensitive”

During the two years that I was studying for my masters degree, I would meet two of my closest friends every Sunday morning at a local coffee shop. We’d spend an hour chatting, venting, gossiping, and catching up on our lives (or lack thereof) over bagels and coffee, before the conversations would inevitably tangent off onto random topics. I miss those chats – and the insights into my friends I’d gain through them.  So I thought I’d try to restart something along those lines on my blog. A chance to hear more from my readers… at first, I was trying to decide if I wanted something consistent: quotes/sayings, song lyrics, random current or pop culture events…. But I think it will be more fun, more free to mix it up. Just whatever I’m dwelling on at the moment. Hope you all have as much fun with it as I do.

Grey’s Anatomy has been a favorite guilty pleasure of mine since the show first aired, but lately I’ve been getting more and more bored with the show. So when I was told the latest episode was really worth watching, I obeyed but took the comments with a grain of salt. Turns out, my friends know me quite well.  The episode is about a bariatric patient who comes into the hospital, and they worked it around an underlying theme of patient sensitivity. There were some interesting comments made by the patient, his (thin) wife, and the doctors that are caring for him that got me thinking about perceptions…

The patient is always joking about his weight (calling himself a mountain and so on) and the implications it has for his care. Meanwhile, his wife is forever fighting by his side, insisting that he is just like everyone else. I loved the wife character - she was bold and quirky. Totally willing to put people in their place for being obviously inappropriate, rude, nosy and just plain mean: “It’s easy to make jokes about him. You didn’t know him before. You don’t know that inside all that is the man I’ve always known.”  “Joke with him. Make him feel like a person.”

How often do I try to tell people that while I might look different and no longer be able to do things I could before, I am still me somewhere inside a very sick body? I hate when people treat me like an invalid or act like I’m exaggerating how ill I am. This is me... it’s still the me that was in here before… I just don’t have the energy to show you that all the time …

An exchange between 2 doctors:
Dr. Shephard: [after saying they should send the patient a specialist center that’s set up for this type of patient] - instead of “spending our time and resources caring for someone who obviously doesn’t care for himself.”
Chief Webber: He has an illness that he can’t control… he needs help.

I mention this quote, because I think it’s a really key point that many of us have faced. People don’t always think we’re “trying” to get past our illness. They suggest that we pray more or differently, tell us about some remedy or another, or worst of all tell us to “just get past it, forget and move on already.”

Dr. Karev “[…] I’m sorry that we’ve been tiptoeing around you all day trying not to make jokes. But you’re the one that’s gotta stop. Stop calling yourself the fat guy. […] I know what it’s like to have life hand you so much crap that you just wanna sit on the couch and die. But you gotta look at what’s in front of you.  [reminds him that he has a wife that loves him and a baby on the way]”

This is the quote that I really wanted to fixate on. He tells the patient not to joke, but I don’t think moving past this stage into a healthier life should mean that he shouldn’t be able to joke around about his illnesses. Having a chronic illness isn’t an easy place to be, and sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself to get through it because there’s nothing else left to do.  That being said, I think the end of the quote made a point. There are definitely days when I think I just want to be done with it all, and that nothing is worth this… but there is always something in the future that reminds me that there are still things worth living for in this world. For me, it’s my family and the friends I rely on all over the world. And the reminder that I’m working towards a degree I’ve wanted since childhood – a central life goal. A lot has stood in my way, but I’m not going to let this illness stop me from something so near and dear to my heart.

So, readers, what think you? What keeps you going when life has you wanting to sit on the couch and die?