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Today wasn’t a very good day. Just turning over in bed was difficult and painful. Wrap your hands in about 6 layers of gloves, and put splints on your wrists and elbows so they don’t bend well – then try to brush your teeth with a Sonicare electric toothbrush. And fix your hair. I should have asked for help – but I couldn’t bring myself to do that. So some of my teeth were ignored and my hair didn’t get brushed. Just “combed” it with my fingers – kind of – and stuck a barrette in it. By that time I was so exhausted, I couldn’t even get dressed – managed to put on a housecoat, and slide into my Crocs.
Leaning heavily on my cane, I limped into the living room and deposited myself into my recliner. Himself waited on me hand and foot, despite not feeling well himself. He even made some cotton candy for me. [Did I forget to say Himself bought a cotton candy machine so he could make it for me, fresh? Such a loving, thoughtful man!]
He had also made Raspberry Tart cookies for me for Valentine’s Day. But today, just for a change, I put Black Current Preserves in mine. Delicious.
I read texts from Church and prayed a bit. Now, as bedtime approaches, the pain and fatigue weigh me down. Rheumatoid Disease is a vile disease. Although I try to accept my condition, and to trust in God, I really feel like shaking my fists in the air and screaming, “Give me back my life!”
Then I remember:
“Our Saviour and the God-bearing Fathers teach that our only concern in this life should be the salvation of our souls. Bishop Ignatius says: ‘Earthly life — this brief period — is given to man by the mercy of the Creator in order that man may use it for his salvation, that is, for the restoration of himself from death to life.’ “
And “we should not dread any human ill, save sin alone; neither poverty, nor disease, nor insult, nor malicious treatment, nor humiliation, nor death” (St. John Chrysostom, On the Statues), for these “ills” are only words; they have no reality for those who are living for the Kingdom of Heaven. The only real “calamity” in this life is offending God. If we have this basic understanding of the purpose of life, then the spiritual meaning of bodily infirmity can be opened for us.
Yet, it is difficult to see how sickness can be a sign of God’s care for us — unless, that is, we understand the relationship that exists between body and soul. Elder Ambrose of Optina Monastery spoke of this in a letter to the mother of a very sick child:
“We should not forget that in our age of ‘sophistication’ even little children are spiritually harmed by what they see and hear. As a result, purification is required, and this is only accomplished through bodily suffering….You must understand that Paradisal bliss is granted to no one without suffering.”
So I work on accepting my suffering as a step toward my spiritual purification. And I am grateful to God for this time I am allowed with my husband. Despite pain, despite feeling really ill, I turn again and put my trust in God.
On one occasion a woman was brought to St. Seraphim of Sarov. She was badly crippled and could not walk because her knees were bent up to her chest. “She told the Elder that she had been born in the Orthodox Church but, after marrying a dissenter, had abandoned Orthodoxy and, for her infidelity, God had suddenly punished her….She could not move a hand or foot. St. Seraphim asked the sick woman whether she now believed in her Mother, our Holy Orthodox Church. On receiving a reply in the affirmative, he told her to make the sign of the Cross in the proper way. She said that she could not even lift a hand. But when the Saint prayed and anointed her hands and breast with oil from the icon-lamp, her malady left her instantly.” Behold, thou art made whole; sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee!
This connection between body and soul, sin and sickness, is clear: pain tells us that something has gone wrong with the soul, that not only is the body diseased, but the soul as well. And this is precisely how the soul communicates its ills to the body, awakening a man to self knowledge and a wish to turn to God. We see this over and over in the lives of the saints, for illness also teaches that our “true self, that which is principally man, is not the visible body but the invisible soul, the ‘inner man’“ (St. Nicodemos of the Holy Mountain, Christian Morality).
Although I did not marry a dissenter, I am aware of many of the reasons I need to repent. Great Lent is near, and the Glorious, Bright, Holy Pascha at the end. Healed or not, this is what I dream of and hope for. The Pascha of our Lord. And the eventual time when Himself and I go to meet our Lord – with no more pain, no more fatigue. This is my focus for Great Lent.
I started gardening recently – well, started trying 3 years ago. This year, however, I have eleven – 11!! – tomato plants in containers on the deck! Yow! Either I’m “getting it,” or I’m crazy! I have 3 Black Krim tomatoes, 1 Siberia tomato, 1 Red Beefsteak tomato, 2 Big Boy tomato, 1 Super Sauce tomato, 1 Better Boy tomato, and 2 Mortgage Lifter tomatoes. (The first Mortgage Lifter plant I ordered arrived looking sick – all yellow and wilted – so the company sent me a new one – but, surprisingly, even with my negligent care, the sick one survived! I probably should send the company back it’s $5.00!)
I started 1 of the Black Krim from seeds, as I did the Big Boy, Super Sauce, and Better Boy Some are kind of sickly, and others are doing fairly well. I had started a Roma, a Super Beefsteak, a Big Beefsteak and a couple of others, but they did not survive – SIGH! Probably just as well – I don’t think I could have dealt with 18 tomato plants!
The Red Beefsteak is nearly 3 feet high (counting the container, I’m dealing with a plant 4 feet tall)! The Siberia is nearly that tall. The Siberia already had a little bitty green tomato on it. Wow! Both the Siberia and the Red Beefsteak have several more blossoms. I’m trimming off little “suckers” as they form. According to what I have read, this will increase the blossoms and the “sets.”
Now, how do I manage both my disease (Autoimmune Disease) and my developing garden?? Interestingly, this new hobby is making me a little more energetic! Usually getting out in the sun for any length of time exhausts me, but this time, although I am very tired when I stop, once I have rested I have a little more energy! Maybe all this time the people who talk about Gardening being good for you! Even though I do strain my back as I work, my back doesn’t ache as long as it used to.
This is not a remission. There have been days when I haven’t been able to go out and water the garden at all – the Ol’ Curmudgeon waters it for me on those days. But bending, planting, transplanting, digging in the buckets, moving soil, and containers around have not made me flare! Going into the garden for a few minutes (say 15) gives me much more than it takes from me. So I’ll continue with my gardening. My pain is less, my energy is more – DANG! This is working better than the meds have, so far!
Did I mention that I’m also growing spinach, leaf lettuce, basil, oregano, thyme, onions, strawberries, mint, chives, rosemary, parsley, dill, and a little Nigella Sativa (Black Cumin)? They are in the planter containers Himself built for me so I don’t have to stoop. Hmmm, if he built a platform for the tomatoes … they would end up being too tall for me to handle. Guess I’ll need a potting bench one of these months / years soon!
- Annual Planting Weekend — the tomatoes (dawnmcvey.typepad.com)
- Go here for the Garden! (kupongirl.wordpress.com)
- Lessons Learned #1 (commugarden.wordpress.com)
- Tomatoes…Seriously (thegardendiary.com)
- How To: Select a tomato type to plant (wvgazette.com)
- Tomatoes 2013 (thomahaakfamilyfarm.wordpress.com)
Posted in Autoimmune disease, Blogroll, Fatigue, Flares, Methotrexate, Pain, RA Education, Rheumatoid Autoimmune Disease, tagged Chronic Pain, pain, Rheumatoid arthritis, Rheumatoid Autoimmune Disease on Monday 19 November 12| Leave a Comment »
RA Warrior posted this topic to HER blog, so I decided to post about this topic to MY blog – from my point of view.
What is it like to have RA? In the middle of the night, I wake up in the middle of the night and I have nails being pounded through my toes, my feet, my ankles and/or my hands. I try to be quiet, my husband needs his sleep (heart and lung problems), but eventually he wakes up anyway and “reads my body.” Don’t know how he does it, but he knows exactly where I’m hurting without my telling him. He knows if I’m hurting even when I’m asleep. He gets up and gets a pain pill and a glass of milk for me, then he lightly rubs the areas that are hurting worst, and then holds me while I cry until I go back to sleep.
What is it like to have RA? I am sitting in my recliner with my feet elevated, dozing a little. Suddenly I feel like a burning poker has been pushed into my shoulder. I didn’t move it or anything, and the sudden onset startles me as well as torturing me. I don’t dare move my shoulder, so I use my other hand to take yet another pain pill with some warm tea. Eventually the pain subsides a little. Oh, yeah – tomorrow is methotrexate day. Maybe this attack is because I’m at the end of that MTX cycle? I don’t know. I never know.
What is it like to have RA? I’ve been looking forward to my Red Hats meeting for 4 weeks. It will be at my favorite barbecue place, and it’s a Luau! What fun! The morning of the event, I get out of bed and nearly fall when a sledgehammer hits my right hip. I put some ice on it, and take a pain pill. As it gets closer to time, I realize I won’t be able to go – again. I make the call they are so used to getting.
What is it like to have RA? My birthday party, planned by my children and grandchildren, which I have looked forward to for 2 months, is that night. I woke up feeling vaguely nauseous, but take all my pills anyway. The nausea increases along with heartburn, and I resort to Tums and things settle down some. I am able to get dressed and enjoy the party – from my wheelchair. Which means I can’t move easily from room to room to get to talk to everyone. What a bummer! But I do get to visit and chat with two friends who stay after everyone else has left. I “hit the hay” 2 hours later than usual, and am so keyed up I can’t get to sleep for 2 more hours. It takes me 5 days to recover.
What is it like to have RA? An hour ago, I dropped my cellphone. My hands are too sore to use the “grabber,” so I have to decide how to manage it – ask my husband (who is “huffy-puffy” with his COPD today), or try to bend over and get it myself. I bend over while sitting in my chair, then can’t get back up. I pretend to be looking for something. Finally, I get my back and hips unlocked, and am able to sit upright again. Hip and back are radiating fiery pain, but I just grit my teeth. Eventually, it subsides to a “dull roar.”
What is it like to have RA? Because my feet are numb (from nerve damage and from Reynaud’s Syndrome), my husband doesn’t want to let me drive – I can’t feel the brake pedal or gas pedal, and could easily have a wreck. My shoulders are chronically painful and restricted in movement – again a driving hazard. He has to take me everywhere I need to go, now. I’ve always driven myself – I’ve driven an old 1963 Land Rover, towed large travel trailers and parked successfully, driven an old truck, a VW beetle, an International SUV (before they were called SUV’s), and various vans and mini-vans. But now, I can’t even drive our Dodge Caravan – with automatic-nearly-everything.
What is it like to have RA? Gradually, and again, not so gradually, my life has come apart at the seams. I’m no longer the competent, employed person I always was – who could be relied upon to run errands on the way home from work, take kids to parties and picnics, who earned a good living, who taught on the university level, who got a PhD at age 53. No, I’m none of those things. Rather, I’m more and more helpless, terrified that my husband will die before I do – because I need so much help to do nearly everything. My husband does most of the cooking. He bakes all our bread. He makes our ice cream. Our meals – prepared by him – in the past several weeks have included: shrimp and mixed rice pilaf, Steak au Poiret, Biftek Haché à la Lyonnaise, tempura, Bagna cauda [look it up – it’s delicious], Boeuf Bourguignon, Beef Stroganoff, fondue (from scratch, not a package), and pork roast with maple-mustard sauce. He made our breakfast sausage from scratch (ground pork, seasonings, and a little maple syrup or honey), he has made eggs benedict for breakfast on weekends, baked incredible brownies, and made some great blueberry muffins. He does all that – because he knows what I like to eat, and knows I can no longer cook regularly. Occasionally he will let me make supper, but breakfast (1 hardboiled egg each, 1 slice toast, and coffee) is usually mine to make.
That’s the way it goes. During the day the pain can be just as bad, but I have other things to divert me from the pain, so I seem to be able to ignore it better, or put myself into a different “place” so I don’t react to the pain.
But there are other times, between flares, when I have almost no pain. Can’t predict when it will occur, either. Rain, shine, snow, sleet – could be bad, could be relatively comfortable.
I think one of the things that bothers me, is that the joints in my hands and feet don’t look bad – not like my mother’s did. Her hands were horribly deformed, as were her feet. Her knees looked like softballs in the middle of her skinny legs. We would bring her to our home for Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner, and she’d only be able to “cope” with the excitement and activity for a short period of time, then I’d have to take her back to the nursing home with a box of goodies that she never got to eat. I learned to prepare that box ahead of time and keep it in the refrigerator. She would eat the things in the box over the next 2 or 3 days.
My joints swell a little, then usually go down, leaving no visible trace of the pain I have. My kids have problems explaining it to their children, but eventually the grandchildren will grow up and, hopefully, understand.
Some mornings I wake up and I’m ready to take on the world like I used to. But it never lasts.
Just DRAT! I HATE this disease! I HATE not knowing what I will and won’t be able to do until the morning or afternoon of the date. I HATE the fatigue, the dragging, down to the bone marrow weariness. Mostly, however I HATE not being the “me” I once was. I HATE being the person I have become.
- 75% of the my “normal”RA/Fibro…. (walkingthroughpain.com)
- Foot Pain and Rheumatoid Arthritis (everydayhealth.com)
- Three Times More Women Than Men Suffer From Arthritis: Study Reveals Insights Into This Gender Bias (medicalnewstoday.com)
- FDA Approves Xeljanz for Rheumatoid Arthritis (moniquesfibrocommunity.wordpress.com)
Posted in Autoimmune disease, Complications, Fatigue, Flares, RA Education, RA Humor, Rheumatoid Arthritis, tagged Conditions and Diseases, Rheumatoid, Rheumatoid arthritis, Rheumatoid nodule on Wednesday 1 June 11| Leave a Comment »
Today I was supposed to go to my rheum doc, but when I got up I was too stiff and tired and “grogged out” to drive. So I had to reschedule.
This is a major irritation, as I need a medication adjustment. I recently had to cut one drug dose in half because of side effects – which led to a major shift in my disease – the RAD started progressing faster. Most of us with rheumatoid autoimmune disease (formerly known as rheumatoid arthritis) have experienced something like this. The side effects of a drug become toxic, the dose is cut (or the drug is cut out) and the disease flares. Can’t win for losing, sometimes.
This is one of the reasons a push for a cure is needed. At any one time there are between 30 and 50% of patients who are not having good response to their medications, or who struggle with side effects of the drugs. Lets see, do I want my joints to hurt less and have less swelling while my hair falls out and my mouth is full of sores? Do I want the swelling to go down while having back pain; diarrhea; dizziness; hair loss; headache; indigestion; muscle aches; nausea; runny nose; and weakness? How about blisters on the inside of the eyes, nose, or mouth; chest pain; fast or irregular heartbeat; feelings of numbness or tingling; muscle cramps, red, swollen, blistered, or peeling skin; severe or persistent vomiting; symptomatic high blood pressure; liver problems, easy bruising, easy bleeding or unusual tiredness? [What is “unusual” tiredness? You mean MORE tired than I am just with the disease?]
Sound like the treatment is worse than the disease? In some ways, but the complications of untreated RAD are even worse! Rheumatoid nodules can form on affected joints and along bony areas that are stimulated – like along the outer bone of the forearm (the ulna), the ribs where a women’s bra may be too tight, or on the “seat bones” (the inferior ilia). They can also form in the lungs and in the lining of the chest cavity. Cardiac complications include sudden death from heart attack – not necessarily related to coronary artery disease – that’s a pretty serious complication!
So, back to being tired. Fatigue has been the ongoing bane of my existence for the past 25 or 30 years. Fatigue is a major component of fibromyalgia (one of my diagnoses) AND of any autoimmune disease. While I don’t have the fevers some patients do, the fatigue gets much worse just as I flare, and seems to improve as I begin to come out of the flare. But it NEVER goes away.
- Painful Rheumatoid Nodules – What Can Be Done About Them? (everydayhealth.com)
- Tired of Feeling Tired (everydayhealth.com)
- Rheumatoid Arthritis Drugs – Pros and Cons (everydayhealth.com)
- Do I Have Asthma or Rheumatoid Arthritis in My Lungs? (everydayhealth.com)
- Rheumatoid Arthritis from A to Z (everydayhealth.com)