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.

Sometimes you expect one thing and get another… especially when living with multiple chronic illnesses. I finally saw the Sjogren’s specialist at yesterday.  He spent a good 40 minutes pouring over my records and taking notes on them.  He listened to my insanely long list of symptoms.

The interesting thing is he came to the conclusion that Sjogren’s probably isn’t my main diagnosis.  He really feels that I have some sort of autoimmune neurological disorder going on causing the seizures, episodes of paralysis, tremor, severe pain upon standing that has me in a wheelchair, motility problems, bladder problems, memory problems, and recent facial drooping and uneven pupil dilation.  He thinks the Sjogren’s is secondary to whatever is causing all of that.

He’s going to be coordinating with my normal rheumy to get me a lot more specific tests to work me up for this and try and figure out if this is originating in the peripheral nerves, ganglia, or brain.  He said he suspects that it is probably in both either the peripheral nerves or ganglia and also in the brain.  He also probably wants to me travel to John Hopkins to see a neurologist specializing in this there.  He said my case is one of the most unusual and complex and in my situation I need to go to the top doctor even if he or she is located on the other side of the country.

I’m not totally sure what to think and am still processing this.  I went to him expecting to discuss other treatment options for Sjogren’s and am now going to be pursuing an alternative primary diagnosis instead.

I’m also feeling pretty scared.  I feel like I’ve been thrown back out into unknown territory again.  Back trying to tread water in the deep end of the pool.  I also know that the kind of disease he thinks I probably have is not something that is good to be diagnosed with.  I’m also frustrated that no one has really seriously pursued the neuro stuff thus far and that I had to drive 3.5 hours to see a Sjogren’s specialist to figure that Sjogren’s probably isn’t my main problem.  Sigh.

I guess part of it too is that another whole year of my life has rolled by… I just turned 26… and now we are back at trying to diagnose me again which means its going to be even longer till we can start a treatment other than prednisone again which means its going to be even longer before I have some hope of having some semblance of a “normal” life back again.  Maybe its because it’s that time of the month right now as well, but I’m just feeling really upset and like this is a step backwards.  I know intellectually it is really maybe FINALLY a step in the right direction, but it sure doesn’t feel that way right now.  I’m 26 and I want my life back.  I’ve been too ill to have a “normal” life since I was 18.  I’m just so tired of it all.

I guess the worst part is the not knowing what’s going on or what to expect.  If the doctor were to just tell me I’m going to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life at least I could learn to live with that fact.  But I don’t have any facts right now to learn to live with so I can grieve and move on.  Yes I suppose that’s the worst part of all.

I feel so lost right now I don’t know what to do with myself really.

In the meantime, my mom and I are staying at my grandma’s since she lives by this new Sjogren’s specialist which was 3.5 hours away from where I live.  We’ll be driving back on Wednesday.  The Sjogren’s specialist said he’d get back to me in about 2 weeks  – after he has a chance to talk to my current rheumy and review all the neurological testing I’ve already had done, so that we don’t repeat any tests unnecessarily.  Then there are a bunch of specialized neuro tests that I’ll need to have done either around here or at Johns Hopkins.

Intellectually I know this is a good thing and that finally getting the correct diagnosis will lead to the right treatment that will eventually get me healthier and able to live more of a life.  Right now I’m just feeling kind of depressed about the whole thing.  I’ll be okay though.  Just takes a little time to process all of this.

In the meantime I’m staying more than busy.  I’ve been continuing on with National Novel Writing Month where you try to write a 50k word novel in 30 days.  So far I’m at about 12k words, so I’m doing fairly well.  I’ve been letting a handful of beta-readers read along as I write it, and the feedback has been extremely positive and motivating for me to keep writing.  I’m also working on designing two online games and working on a huge needle point.  So at least I’m not bored. 

It all really comes back to maintaining hope.  Emotionally this has been a bit of a setback for me because I was expecting answers and got more questions.  But I choose to maintain hope that this will lead me to the right treatment in time.  Ultimately I already have whatever I have.  The diagnosis — the label — won’t change that.  I am learning to live with whatever it is regardless.  And I have faith in myself that I will get through this.  As long as I don’t loose hope I haven’t really lost anything.  There are always new options and opportunities I can make for myself if I remain hopeful and open to them!

When you are faced everyday with a chronic illness, it is easy to find your life suddenly defined by the things you can’t do which is why its why its all the more important to remember to find things you can do.

It can be little things you still can take pleasure in.  For me it is things scrapbooking, writing this blog, reading a good book.  But sometimes you have to dream big and push yourself.  Sometimes you have to WRITE a good book.

There are a lot of things I really can’t do.  So many things I gave up due to my illnesses.  I no longer can go hiking or play tennis.  I can’t even go out in the sun much due to sun sensitivity.  Before I got sick I dreamed of being a filmmaker and was attending University of Southern California’s film school in pursuit of that dream.  Sadly illness and the financial hardship that often comes with made me a college drop out.  I used to love acting and community theater… another passion I’ve had to let fall by the wayside.

But it hasn’t been all giving things up.  My illness has made me push myself to find new ways to stimulate, entertain, and express myself.  I discovered my passion for scrapbooking and other crafts.  With nothing to do but sit at my computer all day long, I learned I had a knack for the technical .  Now I can build websites and social networks from bed.  I got involved in alternate reality games as a player and later as a game designer.  Through these games I found an online community of the most supportive, caring, and talented people I know who I feel fortunate to call my friends.  Friends that have accepted me illness and all.  I started writing this blog and rediscovered my passion for writing.

Which is why next month I am going to push myself once more.  Next month is National Novel Writing Month, and I have signed myself up for the second year in a row.  And along with the other participants, I am going to try and write an entire novel in a month.

It is scary to announce this here on this blog because now I am in a way accountable to someone other than myself.  But I think that will be a good thing as last year I barely managed to write 1000 words.  Last year, I was fresh out of a 6 week hospitalization, but my novel succumbed to the pain and the fatigue and the brain fog.  I am worried that I won’t be able to concentrate this year.  That the pain will be too distracting.  That I’ll be too tired.  But then I remember all the things I have already given up and all the things I have gained since this illness began and decide that if I give up trying and I give up the DREAM then I have already lost.

If I don’t end up writing a novel in a month, so be it.  Frankly I would be happy to make a big dent in a rough draft.  Even that would be a huge accomplishment for anyone.  But I’m dreaming big, so I’m going for the whole thing.

During the month of November, I invite you to track my word count as I write on my NaNoWriMo page.  I invite you to cheer me on, or even join me!  If writing a whole novel in a month isn’t you’re thing, I hope you’ll think about the things you’ve given up along the way due to your own pain (physical or otherwise) and all the things you’ve gained along you’re own journey, and still remember how to dream big.

Today is the first day of National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week, and it has me thinking about thinking about both the visible and invisible aspects of my illnesses.   Nearly a year ago now my invisible illnesses became a lot more visible.  The pain from my arthritis became so severe I could no longer walk or even stand.  I was forced to use a wheelchair for my mobility.

Before the wheelchair (and the walker that came before it), my illness was completely invisible.  At the time I found it completely frustrating that no one could see that I was sick.  People assumed that what they couldn’t see couldn’t possibly be serious.  Sometimes people assumed that what they couldn’t see wasn’t even real.  Now I wish I could ditch the wheelchair and still pass myself off as “normal” when I wanted to.  I feel like now my first impression always inevitably includes my wheelchair.

But despite this very visible symbol of my illnesses, I feel more invisible than ever.  It is very hard to go out in a wheelchair, and I am usually too tired and in too much pain to do so.  As a result, I am mostly home-bound.  I am literally invisible to the people in my life I used to see in person.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.

But though I am invisible to most people in the physical world, I am very visible in the virtual world.  Through this blog my illness is not invisible at all.  It is there for people to see plain as day.  Through this blog the invisible becomes visible.  Here I can let you see the things that most people can’t.

Here the joint pain, the numbness in my left side of my body, the severe dryness, the low grade fevers, the debilitating fatigue, the pain when I swallow, the nausea, the stomach pain, the rib pain, the muscle weakness, the tremors, the migraines, the involuntary muscle moments, the memory and concentration problems, the seizures, the sleep apnea, and the obsessive compulsive disorder all become visible.

Here too, the emotional toll is no longer invisible.  The worry, the loneliness, the anxiety for my future, the grief for how things once were, and the sadness for the friends I’ve lost along the way all become visible.

And I especially hope that lessons I’ve learned, the inner strength I’ve found, the faith in myself, and hope for the future are not invisible here either.

National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week is held annually in September and is a worldwide effort to bring together people who live with invisible chronic illness and those who love them.

A virtual conference in held at www.invisibleillnessweek.com and the blog is updated a few times a day during August and September.

Bloggers are welcome to participate anytime, but are encouraged to unite efforts during August and September to increase awareness online and share their experiences as well as encouragement. A badge is available that says you are blogging during the actual awareness week.

Start a blog on Novel Patient Community today and blog about your chronic illness in support of the awareness week!

I have a huge passion for scrapbooking!  I do it almost everyday.  I even do it from bed to conserve energy which is in short supply lately.  My caregiver Melissa is also obsessed withscrapbooking , so she helps me with the things I have trouble with.  Cutting straight when my tremor is bad or my the arthritis in my hands is acting up.  Not only doesscrapbooking give me something to do, it’s extremely therapeutic to exercise my creativity.  I’m also making something I will treasure forever.  It can be bittersweet looking back on times when I was healthier and just plain sadscrapbooking pictures from long hospitalizations, but its a part of my life and it’s good to remember.  The good and the bad and the in between.

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I spend a lot of time in my room being ill, so I also enjoy making items to decorate it with.  Over the last few days Melissa and I decoupaged my lapdesk I use to put my keyboard and mouse on while I work at my computer from bed.

Finally I enjoy painting.  I usually use watercolor-colored pencils because they are neat enough to do even from bed.  I like to paint things that symbolize my internal process.  It helps me process the experience of living with a chronic illness.  My often abstract and surrealistic art makes it more tangible.  I think this one I did earlier this week speaks for itself.