Through my chronic illness, I have come to realize how crucial it is to have faith.  When most people think of the word “faith” they think religion, but there are so many other aspects to keeping faith alive in your life through dark and difficult times.  In fact, the word “faith” is merely defined as “confidence or trust in a person or thing.”

I have been blessed with always having a tremendous faith in myself.  Faith that I have the ability to get through anything no matter what life rolls my way.  But oddly enough, I believe my faith in myself stemmed from my childhood traumas.  As a child I was forced into the role of the third parent in my house.  As painful as it was it gave me an inner strength — a knowledge that I was capable of getting through anything if I just believed in myself.

This inner strength and faith in myself was strengthened as I battled depression.  Living for three years with intrusive thoughts on hurting myself or ending my life and yet not acting on them, save three minor occasions, gave me the faith in myself that I could get through anything if I was determined enough.

So when my illness struck, I’ve always had the faith that I can get through this as well.  Though it isn’t always easy… in fact it hardly ever is, I have kept the faith in myself that I am a strong enough person to deal with whatever I find in front of me.  And that faith has gotten me through the endless doctors appointments and tests, the six and half years of searching for a diagnosis, the prolonged hospitalizations, adjusting to life in a wheelchair, and the daily struggle to keep a positive attitude despite my pain and other limitations.

I have also learned how important it is to keep faith that things will get better, that I will get better.  I have to have faith that I will find a treatment or even a cure that will allow me to live a more normal life again in the future.  This faith that things will be more than okay — faith that things will get better sustains me during my darkest hours.

And then there’s faith that I have in others.  I don’t keep my illness private.  Through this blog, through the people I meet and share my story with, I share my journey with the world.  And I have to have faith in people.  That they will understand.  That they will be there for me.  And though I sometimes find myself disappointed, overall I find that when I put my faith in others they rise to the occasion.  It’s as if they were waiting for me to put my faith in them.  Waiting for me to put my blind trust and confidence in them, and they respond by being there for me in more ways than I can count.  And I am so blessed and grateful for this.

Finally there is the ultimate faith.  The kind you have despite the lack of evidence or proof.  Faith in God.  Though I try to keep this blog secular, I feel I would be amiss if I didn’t share this part of my journey.  Though I was raised Reform Jewish, it never really resonated with me.  It is a beautiful religion, but through it was hadn’t found the close connection to God I’ve so desperately craved especially in the last few years as I’ve struggled with my illness.  I’ve tried out several different churches over the years.  I was going to a Universalist Unitarian church for a while, and though I loved the people and how open they were, I still didn’t find what I was looking for in terms of a close and personal relationship with God.  Finally, two Sundays ago I went to a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints or Mormon church with a friend.  There I finally found what I had been searching for.  I have found the faith in God that I had been seeking.  I realized I had it all along.  I’ve prayed for a long time to find this closeness to God that I now finally feel, but I never expected to find it through Christ, and yet there it is.  And as surprising as it is to my friends, family, and even myself, I am getting baptized in a month.    And so I am really excited to embark on this new journey of faith.

Faith is so important no matter what form it takes.  When you are suffering physical pain all the time what else do you have to turn to but some sort of faith that things will be okay.  Whether it comes from within or from others or from God, faith is what has sustained me through my battle with chronic illness.

I don’t really know what to write.  I’ve been kind of a writing funk.  More precisely the stress of everything it getting to me.  I’m in trouble financially, my doctors aren’t currently doing anything to help me get better, and I’ve been doing a lot of “being there” for my friends and family which I am more than happy to do – it’s just that its emotionally draining.

It’s so important to stay stress free when you have any chronic illness but especially one that’s autoimmune related.  High levels of stress lead to flareups of my illness.

Once upon a time I was a cutter.  Since then I have found other ways to de-stress that don’t involve hurting myself.  Now I have a little chocolate therapy on occasion (or rather frequently), I watch a favorite movie (usually The Princess Bride when I’m not feeling well), I talk to a friend or my sister about what’s bothering me, I scrapbook, or I force myself to write in this blog.  I’m feeling a little better already.

What do you do to de-stress when the road gets too bumpy?

A page from my Peace Book.

When you are sick all the time you often have to (sometimes unwilling) rely on the help and support of other people.  And that is something that should not be taken for granted.  So today, on the one year anniversary of this blog, I feel like I really have to thank all of you who have joined me in my journey as a novel patient.  During the ups and downs of this last year, your comments and support have been such a source of strength for me to draw upon.  And this blog has come a long long way since my first post.  Not only has its readership grown, but its pushed me to improve as a writer.  It’s even spawned the Novel Patient Community where every novel patient can have their own blog.

Though it has been a rough year in many ways, I am thankful for so many things.  I am thankful for a mom who not only lets me, her 26 year old daughter, live with her, but helps take care of me.  I am thankful for a dad who cares so much for me that he will always try and do what he thinks is best for me.  I am grateful for a caregiver who I also consider a close friend and a also for a best friend who I know will always be there for me when I need her.  I am thankful for a wonderfully supportive sister.  I am thankful for a cuddly dog that adores me.

I am also thankful for my doctors who have often gone out of their way to make sure I get the care I need.  I know I am a very complicated case to have to deal with.  This year I decided to make the five of my doctor’s I see the most handmade holiday cards to let them know how much I appreciate what they do for me.

Tomorrow I am heading down out of town on a trip to see a Sjogren’s specialist.  My appointment is on Monday.  Since it is about 3 hours away we — my mom and I — will be spending two nights at my Grandma’s house which is in the area.

I have high hopes that he will be able to provide me with some new treatment options.  At the same time I am nervous about getting my hopes up too high.  I have been disappointed by doctors many times before.

It can be hard to maintain hope when living with a chronic illness especially when you are told by your doctor that you are basically out of treatment options.  But the alternative — falling into despair — is much much worse.  So I choose to maintain my high hopes knowing full well that sometimes I will be disappointed.  That’s okay.  Disappointment is a part of life.  I realized a long time ago that you have to take the good with the bad.

On a different note… Sometimes I surprise even myself with what I can do if I set my mind to do it.  Since the start of the month I have been writing up a storm on novel for National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo.  As of this writing, I am up to 10,701 words which puts me about 700 words ahead of schedule!  You can go to my NaNoWriMo Profile page to continue to follow my progress and to read a synopsis and excerpt from my novel.  Since I started doing creative writing again, I’ve been on sort of a writers high.  I don’t remember the last time I was in such a great mood for days at a time!

I’ve also stood up another time for a another whole minute.  I haven’t been able to do it as often as I would like, but the fact that I’m doing it at all makes me very happy.

I think hope is self-perpetuating.  Hope gives you the strength to reach beyond what you think you can do which in turn gives you more hope.  And all these things give me hope for a good today and a better tomorrow.

Just a quick update to let you know I’m alive.  I’m back in the hospital since Thursday.  My fever came back and my pain got worse, so I was readmitted.

We’ve been trying to figure out the right combination of antibiotics to kick this kidney infection I have.  It just is being really stubborn.

In the meantime, I’ve been dealing with the normal hospital drama.  Allergies and latex intrusions.  Things not happening in a timely fashion or at all.  For instance, I’m fresh out of IV sites.  I’ve had 12 IVs so far.  And number 12 is hurting.  My doctor ordered a PICC line for me yesterday.  I still haven’t received it.  So now I might need to get IV number 13 just to keep getting my IV antibiotics.  IF they can find a place to put IV number 13.

But I’m hanging in there.  Trying to stay postive.  Because what else can I do?  Right now I’m looking forward to take out from my favorite restuarant for dinner.  When your in the hosptial its the small things like that that make a big difference.

I am thankful for internet access and my laptop.  They are keeping me sane.  I am thankful for my own pillow.  I am thankful I’m not even sicker than I am.  I am thankful that I like my doctors.  I am thankful for my mom and sister and dad and caregiver Melissa who have been visiting me so I don’t get too lonely.  And I am especially thankful to all my online friends who keep my company 24/7 and are always there when I need them!

Being in the hosptial sucks.  But it does put things into perspective.