The past 6 months or so have probably been the worst of my life. Worse than the passing of a loved one? In some ways, yes, I felt like I lost my body, my brain and my self. Worse than breaking up with a partner? Yes. I felt like I was splitting from my health.
Recriminations were rife, even though I tried not to indulge. Looking for something to blame was common. “It’s not you, it’s me!” my brain was screaming at my body. There have been tears. Oh so many tears. There has been much rage and anger. There have been threats of giving up – what’s the point? There has been a darkness that I didn’t know was possible and some realisations that may well have come too late in my life. There has been a lot of soul-searching. A LOT of soul searching.
Epilepsy has caused me much anguish over the years and a lot of pain both physical and emotional. I feel like I should have been better prepared, in some ways, because I’ve already been dealing with a neurological disease for 30 years, so adding in another one, while not ideal, shouldn’t be that hard. Right? Wrong. Epilepsy knocks me on my ass and then I get up, go through the depression and get on with life. I’ve made my peace with the limitations it placed on my life. I don’t like them, but not being able to drive, not being able to deep sea dive etc, while not what I would have chosen for myself, have not proved to be the end of the world. It took me a long time to get to that place of peace and it’s not always been a stable place!! In some ways, because I’ve grown up with it, epilepsy didn’t/doesn’t hold the same level of fear that MS has introduced. As my life evolved so did my coping mechanisms. I haven’t always got it right, but the humour that I can sometimes find in the situations seizures have put me in, made things easier for those around me and that in turn made it easier for me. Sometimes, the laughter is hard to fake.
MS has caught me out. As you get older, you kinda expect certain things. The way everything goes south, the wrinkles that appear, the memory that’s not quite as sharp as it was, the tendency to utter the phrase “when I was your age…” and the knowledge that some debilitating conditions could appear in the future, But that future was my 70s or 80s, not my mid-40s. The discovery that MS may have been with me for a bit longer than the diagnosis is a shocker and the knowing that it could, and probably will, get worse is hard to stomach. My choices are stark. But they are choices and they are mine to make.
The way I see it, I have reached a three-pronged fork in the road and the time for dithering is passed.
I can go right. Right takes me to a field where I sit down, give up and wither with the coming of autumn and then die in the snows of winter. The bench I’d be sitting on is hard, the view is bleak and I forgot my scarf.
I can go straight ahead. I can take the drugs, heed the medical profession, not rock any boats and wait for the inevitable to catch up with me. This route would lead, eventually, to the same field that’s at the end of the right-hand path.
The third option is left. Left will mean taking control of that which I have power over. Left means that summer is longer, autumn is radiant and winter is crisp but faced with a scarf. Left means taking advantage of what is on offer to me in terms of treatment and supplementing it with what else I choose to put inside my body and hence my brain. Left means making my body and mind stronger. Even stronger than they had to be through the trials of not just epilepsy, but life in general.
That is the clincher. Life wouldn’t stop just because I’d decided to. Life goes on. Life finds a way. Sometimes its a crappy way, but it is a way. Why should I not try to take part in that? Would it really be easier to just give up? I know there will be days to come, when giving up is all I want to do. I’ve already tasted that. I’ve already come through some of that darkness. I know there are days coming up when I might actually not physically be able to get up. The numbness might give way to weakness in my limbs. My brother has a saying, that if you put your head in the sand, then you leave your ass exposed. How true. I’m aware of what my future could hold for me. I’m aware that there could be immense difficulties ahead. That lucidity means I damn well know that there could also be some bloody awesome times ahead. I’m ONLY in my mid-40s. My life isn’t over because of 2 letters! My life can still be what I make of it. My life WILL still be what I make of it.
This is where the vast amount of soul searching that has been done and is still to be done, comes in. You have to figure out what is important. I’ve had to work out what is important to me. What am I prepared to put up with and what am I not prepared to have in my life. That isn’t easy. That hasn’t been easy. It won’t be easier in the future. Yet, I have a backdrop to weigh it against. MS, Epilepsy and maybe Ocular Sarcoidosis. Thats my back drop. Thats my canvas. In the grand scheme of my life what is worth it and what isn’t. Is putting up with a nasty, vindictive person in my life a good way to spend my time? Yes, it makes it easier for other people to play nice, but what does it give to me? This is one of many questions I’ve asked myself. I don’t have all my answers. I don’t think I will ever have all the answers. But, again, that is part of my tapestry. That’s my jigsaw. My attitude towards the pieces that are laid out before me is changing. I’m ok with that.
There seems to be a helluva lot of bird crap on my path of life just now. Regardless of which road I choose to travel. I suspect there will be more to come. I try to remember that people pay money to spread crap on crops to make them grow bigger, stronger and healthier. The crap on my path is free, albeit I don’t want it sticking to my shoe.
Just as weebles wobble but they don’t fall over, well hell, I’m still standing!