When I look back on the most rewarding experiences of my life, they are almost all to do with serving others.  Right now I’m working on a community service project called Scrapaganza.  Scrapaganza is a scrapbooking event at the Ronald McDonald House in Los Angeles that celebrates the beauty of every life as a source of inspiration.

Ronald McDonald House provides housing for families who have seriously ill and injured children in the hospital.  These parents and siblings are dealing with very difficult circumstances.  Scrapaganza will be a source of joy during this stressful time in their lives.

The event will be open to all families currently staying at Ronald McDonald House.  After an inspiring keynote, each family will create a beautiful scrapbook telling their personal story and celebrating joyous memories.  Expert scrapbookers will be on hand to lend support and assistance.

Scrapaganza is currently seeking volunteers and donations.  Find out how you can get involved!

Please help me spread the word by posting http://scrapaganza.org to your Facebook, Twitter, and etc!  Thanks so much for your support!

Sometimes I forget that learning to live with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process.  I tend to get very caught up in maintaining a positive attitude, and fail to let myself feel the negative feelings that naturally come with all the change and loss I’ve experienced while dealing with a chronic illness.

This past year has been a difficult one for me.  There have been lots of changes and losses.  I endured two long hospitalizations – one for six weeks and one for eight weeks with one week intubated in the ICU.  I’ve been through multiple changes in caregivers.  I’ve been dealing with my parent’s separation and impending divorce.  I even made a major positive life change when I converted from being Jewish to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,  and though this has brought me so much happiness, it has wrought some negative side effects – significantly straining some relationships with family and friends.

Through all this I think I’ve maintained a remarkably positive attitude.  I’ve become an expert at coping.  I’ve channeled my energy into other things I still can do like scrapbooking, Alternate Reality Game design, web and graphic design, and novel writing.  This has helped me keep my spirits up as I’ve created an identity for myself beyond being a “sick girl”.

This is all well and good.  In fact it’s great!  I love being happy.  I have no desire to wallow in self pity.  But that doesn’t mean that the negative feelings go away.  But where do they go?

I’ve come to realize recently that I’ve been stuffing them away.  I still feel deep sadness, mourning, and loss.  I still have intense fear for my immediate safety and my future.  But I keep that all hidden deep beneath my ever positive outlook.  Why?  Because feeling them hurts and I’m afraid of what they’ll do to me and my relationships if I let myself feel them.

Still they come out in other ways.  I eat too much and don’t sleep enough.  My obsessive compulsive disorder flares up.

So I recently came to the conclusion that I needed a safe place to let myself feel all these negative emotions once and a while.  I decided it was time to see a psychologist – one that specializes in disability and chronic health problems.

I’ve only had one session so far, but that one session made me realize just how much I’ve bottled it all up and just how much I need to let it all out.  Because living with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process, and sometimes it’s important to let myself feel the full impact of that.

The recovery process after a long hospitalization can be long, boring, and frankly difficult on so many levels.  Yes, I said after a long hospitalization.  I’m pleased to share I’ll have been home three weeks on Monday!  And while being home is an infinite improvement over being in the hospital, it raises new challenges, frustrations, and disappointments.

I’ve been very limited in what I’ve been able to do for myself due to pain and extreme fatigue and lack of endurance.  I have a long way to build back up, and I have to be patient.  But I don’t want to be patient right now.  Right now, just walking to the bathroom and back is enough to exhaust me.  But I fantasize about walking around my family’s Hanukkah party on Sunday.  If I am even up to going at all.  I didn’t make it to my family’s Thanksgiving.  Another big disappointment.

Being sick I’ve missed out on so many important events.  Holidays, birthdays, Bar and Bat Mitzvahs.  Laying in bed it’s sometimes hard not to feel like life is passing me by.    I’ve lost so much and given up so much.  A million tiny and not so tiny disappointments.  Too much to count or quantify. But each a pain that runs so deep it sometimes threatens to swallow me up.  But there’s also so many things I’ve gained.  I just hope that it balances out in the end.

Even as I listen to the alarms of my own monitors, angry that things still aren’t quite as they should be, today I just feel so grateful to be alive. Life is so precious and short and wonderful. I feel so lucky to be breathing on my own again. It’s the little things you so easily take for granted.

Overall I’m feeling much much better. I am breathing all by myself after a week of needing a ventilator to breathe for me due to my autoimmune disease paralyzing my breathing muscles.  I’m now out of the ICU. YAY! My double vision is also much better and I am moving all four limbs again!

I am having some high heart rate issues today (with some chest pain and shortness of breath), and I’m possibly brewing another infection somewhere.  So I get to look forward to more tests tomorrow. Fun times!

I am still hopeful though that I’ll get out of here to some degree of soon(ish).

Thank you everyone everyone everyone who has been there for me! This has been a very very scary experience for me and my family, so whether you’ve come to see me or written me a note, signed a card or just kept me in your thoughts and prayers, it all has been so very much appreciated by all of us!!! I love you all and miss you so much!!

There are many things that define me a Novel Patient, mainly my collection of unusual illnesses, symptoms and side effects.  But one of them has nothing to do with being sick.  If you recall last November, I started writing a novel.  It’s working title is The Alone Elevator.  It’s a coming of age story set in a dystopian future about the pains and trials of going up and the importance of the freedom to think for yourself.  Here’s a brief summary:

Chosen to attend the prestigious Riddlebane Academy, Kylie Lockmore soon learns secrets that turn her world upside-down.  From the drug her grandmother invented to control the populace to the missing sister she never knew she had, Kylie is forced to question the truth and decide where she stands.

As I’ve been writing this novel I’ve been thinking lately about how I define myself.  So much of my life revolves around and is affected by my illness that it can sometimes feel that that is all I am.  But that is not how I want to be defined.  I am more than a sum of doctors appointments and hospital stays, symptoms and side effects, walkers and wheelchairs.  There are so many other things that define me.  And it occurs to me how important it is that I remember that.  I am a creative thinking feeling being.  I am a graphic and web designer, a scrapbooker, a novelist.  I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a child of God.  I am so much more than just a “Novel Patient”.

But how do others see me?  Do they see just a “sick girl” with a walker?  Or do they see the real me?  I think that the more I define myself as I want to be defined the more people will see the me I want them to see.  If I focus on being a patient that is what will define me.  But if I focus on being a Novel PERSON…  well that is what I will be and radiate to the world.

Here is an excerpt from the first draft of my novel:

The Alone Elevator Chapter 1 Excerpt