Arise, walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it; for I will give it unto thee.
Genesis 13:17

He answered them, He that made me whole, the same said unto me, Take up thy bed, and walk.
Then asked they him, What man is that which said unto thee, Take up thy bed, and walk?
And he that was healed wist not who it was: for Jesus had conveyed himself away, a multitude being in that place.
John 5:11-13 (King James Version)

Sunday was a small miracle in the grand scheme of things but not so small to me and a miracle none the less. It was a day that I thought would never happen on many levels. One thing that I thought would never happen was get Baptized, but Sunday was my Baptism. Another thing I thought would never happen was walk at my Baptism, and yet I have gone from not walking from for over a year to no longer using my wheelchair at all in the last three weeks.

I’ve been hesitant to talk about my faith here as its a touchy and divisive subject for some, but I figure this is my blog and my faith has become a major part of my life. I share every other aspect of my life here. I would be remiss if I left something so close to my heart out.

But my faith wasn’t always so important to me. I was raised Reform Jewish, and though I was Bat Mitzvahed, Confirmed, and even assistant taught Religious School at my Temple, I never felt connected spiritually to that faith. So in my more recent adult years I’ve been searching for a faith that helped me feel close to God. For a while For a while I was going to the Universalist Unitarian Church in my area, and though I liked the people and the services very much I still didn’t feel that closeness to God that I so desperately needed.

So when Melissa invited me to join her for services at her at our local Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I thought it was a long shot but worth at least checking out.  I had already learned a lot about being Mormon from her during the time she’s worked for me, and she had suggested I could get a blessing for my health when I went to church with her.

I was totally unprepared for what I experienced; I felt God for the first time in a very tangible way.  I knew right in that moment that my search had come to an end.  That I had found what I had been searching for.  I decided to start investigating the church and taking my Missionary Discussions that I would need in order to covert.  My blessing also said that through faith I could be healed.  It has been amazing how true that has been.

Over the following week I started feeling better than I had in a long time.  I decided to capitalize on the opportunity and try walking again for the first time in over a year.  I started with just a few steps.  I expected for the recovery process to be slow going.  I expected that it would take months to build up enough strength to walk more than a few steps at a time after over a year of being in a wheelchair or bed full time.  But I have been praying every night and the improvements to my walking have been exponential!  And in just three short weeks, I went from my first steps to ditching my wheelchair completely!

So Sunday I was Baptized, and I walked the whole day – including down the steps into the Baptismal Font and up again.  My Dad and his girlfriend Wendy were there which made my very happy.  My Mom chose not to attend which was the only sad thing.  It was one of the very best days of my life! And with it I have found such peace and happiness the likes of which I had never known.  Words cannot describe how grateful I am.  It has been such a relief and such a comfort.  I truly believe that through faith in Christ I have begun the healing process!  And I am so thankful to Him for this and for the closeness I now feel to God.  Through Him I have found what I was looking for and more than I could have ever imagined.

Today I walked ten whole feet!!!  It was only my second time walking in over a year!

It is something that for a long time I was afraid to even pray for.  But with a lot of prayer recently, I’ve come to realize that with a lot of faith in both myself and in God, anything is possible.

It’s also taken willingness to put up with significant pain.  But reflecting back on how much pain I was in while attempting to even stand a year ago (which is why I was in the wheelchair to begin with – very severe joint pain), the joint pain is significantly less than it once was.  I’m not sure what the final factor in the lessening of my joint pain is.  Maybe the Rituxan finally kicked in after all these months.  I just don’t know.  But I am so thankful that I have the opportunity to try to get up and out of my wheelchair again!  I decided to think that it wouldn’t hurt as badly as it once did, and so far it hasn’t!

My goal is to walk three days a week – Monday, Wednesday, Friday – leaving at least a day inbetween to rest, so I don’t completely over do it.

In the meantime, I’m trying to taper my Prednisone dose very very gradually.  In the recent past, every time I would try to taper the dose my neurological symptoms would flare – face drooping, increased tremors, numbness, and so on.  And I’ve been afraid that this would happen this time.  But so far it hasn’t.  And there are only three differences this time to which I can attribute my success so far.  Tapering insanely slowly, prayer, and the decision to think positivity.  Some combination of the three would be my best guess at the reason.

Though for years now I’ve considered myself a very positive person, it never ceases to amaze me what the power of positive thinking can do.  And now I’ve added prayer and a faith in God into the mix.  I feel a sense of inner peace I have never known.  And perhaps that is the most healing thing of all.

I have a long road ahead of me.  But I plan to take it one step at a time, one day at a time.  That is how I take all of life.  One step at a time.  One day at at time.  With a positive thought in my head and a prayer in my heart.

Having a chronic illness can rob you of your independence.  Suddenly you find yourself dependent on other people to do basic things you had always taken for granted, and this changes your relationships forever.

Before I got sick I was a super independent person.  I always preferred to do things on my own and avoided asking for help even when I really needed it.  With the onset of my autoimmune diseases, especially the neurological symptoms and symptoms that limited my mobility, asking for help became an unavoidable way of life.

Now I need help with even basic things like getting dressed or washing my hair – things I have done on my own for most of my life.  Those were the hardest things to ask for and accept help with at first.  It was frustrating for me and it was frustrating for my mom who initially found herself as my only caregiver.  Suddenly she was caring for me in a way she hadn’t needed to since I was a small child.  It tested our relationship.

At the time I felt very hurt at her frustration.  I wondered why she didn’t just automatically understand how much I had to humble myself to even ask for help in the first place.  It hurt when she responded with questions about whether I really needed the help or if I was feeling as badly as I was saying.  We fought a lot at a time when I really just needed her support.  Eventually I came to understand that I was failing to communicate.  I was also blinded by my own experience.  I was so caught up in dealing with the implications of a chronic illness and how it had shaken my world that I failed to see how profoundly it was affecting her as well.

But when I started to communicate this to her – that I knew how hard this was for her too  and that I appreciated all she was giving up to take care of me and that I knew it was also hard to watch her daughter get sick – the fighting tapered off.  I also found new ways to help her in return  that I could still do – mostly various types of computer and technical help.

When my mom simply couldn’t do it alone anymore, my need for help blessed me with two beautiful friendships in the form of two wonderful caregivers.  Sarina, my first caregiver, is more than a friend to me.  Born exactly one year apart, we say we are twins separated by a year at birth.  But it was odd at first having someone – a stranger – my age helping me with the very personal things I needed help with especially since I had been abandoned by several of my closest friends over the prior year.  They simply didn’t want deal with my new found illness and subsequent dependency.  Some stopped being my friend because they didn’t even believe I was actually sick and some of them just found it too much to handle and some I will never know their reasons.  In any case it hurt.  A lot.  But Sarina came in and loved me and accepted me and my illness.  She was truly a blessing and still is.

After Sarina moved away to further her career and get married, Melissa, my current caregiver, came into my life.  She is an angel in my life.  She, like Sarina, is always there for me.  We laugh a lot.  And through both of them I found that though I was sick I could still be a good friend in return.  I could still listen and be there for people.  I didn’t just need help from them, I could give it in return.

But at the end of the day I am still dependent on other people.  And I still hate that.  I don’t think I’ll ever not hate watching my mom or Melissa assemble my back backbreakingly heavy wheelchair.  I hate that I can’t just do it myself.  Though in a lot of ways, my relationships have grown and been strengthened by my need for help, and for that I am grateful, I am still eager to find ways to lessen my dependency.

So I am VERY pleased to announce that I’ve taken a step in the right direction – nine of them.  Last week  I walked (with the help of my walker) nine steps.  It was the first time I’ve walked in over a year!  I was having a low pain day and just went for it.  It was incredibly painful but even more incredibly worth it!

This post is my entry in February’s Health Activist Blog Carnival. If you’re interested in participating too, you can read all about it HERE.

Appearances can be deceiving with a chronic illness.  Looking at a person you usually can’t even begin to see what they are going through.  Sometimes even your doctor can’t see what’s right in front of them.  Sometimes you have to spell it out for them.  Especially when you have a lot of symptoms and medical problems, I’ve found it extremely helpful to bring your doctor a printed list summarizing your medical history and list of symptoms broken down by category.

This serves another purpose as well.  When you have an unexpected and most unwelcome flare of autoimmune pancreatitis pain, you can distract yourself by making it into art while you wait for your pain meds to kick in!

Head over to Wordle to try it out for yourself (and feel free to link me in the comments).

Sometimes in the face of adversity you just have to stand tall.

My doctor woke me up on Sunday morning to tell me that I may have a blood disorder – Polycythemia. Unless there’s been a mistake either with the lab or the blood draw itself, I am making too many red blood cells and my iron is much too high. He was hesitant to tell me what might be causing it, but if the repeat test I got today still comes back high he wants me to go see a Hematologist. I looked it up myself and the possibilities of the causes are rather frightening… ranging from cancer to a terminal illness to kidney disease.  Needless to say I’ve been feeling rather anxious about it.

In addition, I’ve started tapering my Prednisone dose again post face drooping.  My neurological symptoms of my brain inflammation have been coming right back.  My tremor especially has been so bad I am having trouble doing simple tasks.  It’s so frustrating I just want to cry.

So this evening talking to Melissa, my caregiver, about it I broke down.  I’m so tired of it being one thing after another!  It’s two steps forward one three steps back.  So I decided to take a stand.  Literally.  I wanted to see how long if at all I could bare the joint pain I get while standing.

We turned my wheelchair around so I could use the back of it to hold myself up, and Melissa sat in the chair to help weigh it down so it wouldn’t tip.  Trembling I slowly pulled myself to my feet.  It was agony.  But I shifted my weight until I found a bearable “sweet spot”.  And then I stood there for a over a minute!

It was excruciating and exhausting.  I needed to lay down afterward and take some extra pain medication.  But the victory was well worth it!  I stood for longer than I’ve been able to in over a year! I showed my illness who is boss!

I still have high hopes that the Sjogren’s specialist I’m seeing on November 9th will have some new treatment options for me that will significantly help my joint pain and neurological symptoms.  But in the meantime, I will continue to take a stand against my illness.