Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Grieving What Myasthenia Gravis Has Stolen From You

Once upon a time, I was healthy and vibrant, reveling in the promises of the future. There is something so delightful about the naivety of youth. It is unspoiled and untainted by the stains of this world. It thrives in the dreams of tomorrow and the wondrous audacity that nothing will stop you as you reach for your dreams — the bigger, the better.

By Rebekah Door | Myasthenia Gravis News

The period I last felt carefree and enjoyed being young and silly feels like a different lifetime.

The memories call to me and lap at my consciousness, but I rarely acknowledge their presence anymore. Sometimes, they bring a big smile, but they also conjure up the ghosts of another time; they usher in that inevitable longing for a life that is no longer my own.

Life is full of changes and unexpected detours, but precious few are quite so devastating as the loss of your health and identity. No one really talks about that when you get diagnosed with a rare disease.

Myasthenia gravis changed everything for me. Friends ebbed and flowed, I said goodbye to my dream career, romances fell away, and every day hung in the air like an unanswered question. I never knew what to expect other than the unexpected, and I grappled with my health openly while privately I felt like I was sinking emotionally.

Emotional grief is not a comfortable topic, and everyone has their perspective on how life with a rare disease should look. I quickly learned that being honest and raw about your emotional health was taboo and decidedly controversial, which drove me to stay quiet about the expression of my very human emotions that I had not colored in a more positive, happy light.

One thing was made keenly clear to me: My grief and loss over who I was and what I longed to become was something to be cast aside for a caricatured new normal that no one could ever define, yet became the golden standard. I wasn’t allowed to feel the struggle; I was to subdue it by not letting MG win, by staying positive, or dismissing my pain by remembering that others have it worse.

As I watched my friends and peers move on with their lives, get married, travel, start careers, have children, make new friends, and build upon their dreams, I was supposed to be content on the sidelines, cheering the world on as it sped by without me.

Yes, our lives change and we adjust as best we can. We work hard to carve out a new life, but it is never the same. How could it be?

MG makes life unpredictable. For so many, it’s a roller coaster that we learn to find joy and hope in, in spite of all woes. But even with those peaks, the disease changes us. It’s OK to grieve your dreams, your plans, all of the missed opportunities, and carefree spontaneity of a life without calculated activities and planned rests. It’s OK to grieve unexpected emergencies, missed big events, and the inability to be the parent or spouse or leader you long to be.

Our humanity cries out to be heard in all of it’s wondrous, complicated flaws. We deserve the chance to be honest about the struggle, even when the subject matter gets heavy, to be loved unconditionally at our weakest moments, to be walked with through the ups and downs. We don’t deserve empty platitudes or dismissive denial about the journey we have endured.

Hear and affirm my pain and then help me find my joy again. Sit with me in the darkness and then dance with me in the light.

Because once upon a time, I was just like you.


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