Rotten luck…

So, just to add to my sad little tale of woe, it appears I now have dry rot. Well, not me personally, but my flat. Although, it seems like quite a good analogy for my brain!!

According to Wikipedia (all hail google and Wikipedia), dry rot is “wood decay caused by certain species of fungi that digest parts of the wood which give the wood strength…”. Yes, this is very much sounding like the MS & epilepsy that ravages my brain and body on a constant basis…And the treatment? Removal of the offending, affected wood and chemically treating the surrounding areas. Sounds a bit savage, but that is the “cure” for certain types of epilepsy and both afflictions are “controlled” chemically. Oh and no, it’s not covered in a standard buildings and contents insurance policy.

The whole dry rot condition is brutal, devastating and requires treatment. Expensive treatment. Epilepsy and MS are much the same. If you’re lucky though, the treatment is free.

Dry rot tends to be an invisible condition. Usually, you don’t know you have it until you want to redecorate or renovate some part of your house (or, as in my case, your neighbours do). As with epilepsy and ms, it’s usually something significant that triggers the eventual diagnosis of the disease. You can’t always guarantee a person’s health based on their physical appearance. These are just 2 so-called invisible illnesses, there are so many. In my immediate family, there is epilepsy, ms, depression, congenital heart defects, Sjogren’s Syndrome, arthritis and dementia. Everyone knows someone who suffers from an invisible illness, although they may not know it. Diabetes, lupus, lime disease are just a few others, but it’s mental health issues that spring to most people’s mind when the term is used.

The last few weeks have been hard. (I seem to say that a lot at the moment!). The dry rot situation left me teetering on the brink of I don’t know what last week. I was meant to meet the builders but instead, I begged my brother. We were going to go together. My brother arrived at my house and I lost it completely. I had a meltdown of epic proportions. Floods of tears, hyperventilating, snot, inability to talk coherently and a steady unwavering conviction that I couldn’t take any more. My brother hugged me for the first time in 46 years (we’re not good at emotions in my family) and he went to the meeting alone and declared he would deal with everything, the builders will deal with him and all I have to do is move out when I get told to, oh and pay for it.

My brother seeing me in the state I was in was a helluva shock for him I think. We’re not good at emotions and we’re all guarded with each other in my family. I find frustration and anger easier to show than fear. It was that fear that my brother got the full brunt of last week. I don’t think for a single second he thought his sister would be crying on his suit jacket that day. This same brother who won’t sit on my sofa in case he gets a cat hair on him, was dealing with me dripping tears and snot instead. Kudos to him. He stepped up and was there when I truly needed him.

There is a point to this rambling about tears, snot and diseases you can’t see. We don’t always know what a person is going through. We don’t know what battles they face on a daily, hourly or minutely basis. We don’t always know what drives certain responses that are sometimes inappropriate. We don’t always show how we are truly feeling to those that really need to know. There is a myriad of reasons for this.

We are often quick to jump to conclusions and even quicker to judge. My house shows no outward signs of being ravaged by rot, but it is. I show no outward signs of being at the mercy of one disease that could kill me at any moment and another that could leave me in a wheelchair, but I am. My dad said to me many many years ago that I had ice water running through my veins. My brother saw last week that I don’t.

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