I so concur, Stef & Bonnie. All of us have to rearrange our lives to fit TN when before we even knew about this problem, we arranged our life according to us. I guess I refuse to do my life according to TN, but choose to do this according to HIM. He is my LORD Jesus and He is not surprised at this at all. Most people get this or some other disease later in life, and sometimes they pull the fatal card. We, however, don't have a fatal diagnosis, but I will tell you for the years before acceptance, I felt dead inside—it felt like it was fatal to some parts of my life! My dreams died. My zest died. TN and the meds robbed me of my best self, and my best work, and my best ability to love my family and friends WELL. There is a good deal to be angry about here. I mean super angry. The prime of our lives, are you kidding me?
Now I try thinking in a different way. If God is really in control, and He really adores me, then the plan He has for me is a good plan, worthy of trust. And, since He is fully confident in my ability to walk through this as a winner—against the odds of TN and NOT having a happy life—then I will do well with His trust in me. This is a big one. This means that we will probably do half as much as we had planned before TN. So, where is the joy in doing only half of what we planned? I'm finding it in the solace of having the time to think through projects and duties for a good long time (on the couch on my heating pad) and then implementing a job the next day that is something in which I can really be proud. I split the work into a pie shape and do one or two pieces a day. By the end of the week, the pie is sometimes completed, sometimes not. But I am my best friend now through this, so instead of getting down on myself for a job that cannot be done by a person with TN, I am a cheerleader for myself for accomplishing SOMETHING — and I am more proud of myself and more in love with Jesus for His help in causing me to think for a good long time BEFORE the thing is executed. It has actually been a better way to do my work as my mind is always on the go (kind of ADD), and with dyslexia, I see things backwards when I read or approach a problem. But the good thing about working from the end to the beginning, is that I do a much more thorough job (it was something I had on my list to grow into anyway). Now TN has forced me to grow!
It is still hard though. Anger is part of the loss of our old self. If we were going from a caterpillar to a butterfly, then we would all be jumping for joy once our wings were developed. But in the dying stage it goes through, there is no joy. It is cold, dark and lonely. No one knows but us and God all of the things we are dying to. He knows and holds our dreams as a precious treasure. If we take God out of this picture, we can still see what He has built in humans everywhere…a tenacity that will not quit and a perseverance that causes us to master problems…even though it will take a good amount of time.
Bonnie, Stef, all of my friends here on LwTN, I wish you the best life has to offer…right now in this moment—with TN acting up and the meds holding us hostage. I hope you can find a little tiny smile (that doesn't cause pain :-) in knowing that we all will make the best of the lemons on our table. I'm so glad to have friends here who KNOW what it's like to have TN.
Sincerely,
LyndaS
Stef said:
Hi, Bonnie.
After being diagnosed for three years now, and hitting denial stage, I'm only now hitting the "anger" stage.
I haven't looked at your profile, so I don't know if you're type I, or II. Being Type II means that MVD, and procedures, are probably useless. Once I realized this, I'm angry. Why me? What now? I'm too young. What about my family? Why?
I wish I had advice, and I hope that we both come to where Jackie is, sooner or later. I guess it's grieving your former, well self. I guess it's normal. But, I empathize. This is hard to accept, especially for "go getter" with a "lust for life".
One thing that helps me is finding peace in the small things. When I focus on something small, a small accomplishment, or task, I find my day goes by faster, and I'm not as angry.
Best wishes to you,
Stef