We interrupt Saturday Sickening Stories and Sunday Snaps, to bring you a Story from The Mighty. Why? Because, The Mighty is an amazing website, and also because the story is mine. Check it out below, or check it out there!
If there were one secret truth that I could tell others about being sick, it would be that every nasty thing that you say, or even semi-nasty thing you say and do sticks with us. Even when you think you are phrasing words in the nicest way possible, we know what you mean. The worst thing about those words is that we save them, and we hold them with us when we are too sick to get out of bed.
Those words and moments are what we snuggle up with when we miss our kid’s plays, when we can’t make it to work again, when we miss another big family event. It’s like a record, on repeat, and our confidence is shot: we’re not worthy. Your words, your eye-rolls, your side-glances, that’s what we hold in our hearts, no matter how much kindness we receive to wash it away.
I’ve received more kindness than I can describe, but I’ve also received some nastiness, and no matter how much I try to forget it, no matter how much I try to pretend it didn’t happen, it’s impossible. It’s like a weight and balance. The bad is stronger than the good; if only because it’s so damaging to the weakened heart that has had to face so much.
I’ve heard “are you sure you wouldn’t feel better if you didn’t take all that medication?” So, every time I take my prescribed doses, I doubt myself. I wonder if I’m hurting my family, myself, everyone, by taking my medication. I have stopped taking it, and ended up in the hospital, in so much agony that I couldn’t move, which was certainly worse. Thanks, “kind,” and well-meaning person, whose own business you should’ve minded.
I’ve heard “are you sure you really needed that first brain surgery?” as I scheduled an appointment with my neurosurgeon, for my second one. That same person said, “I mean, obviously you probably don’t need this one either.” I’m not sure that neurosurgeons hand out brain surgery as indiscriminately as liposuction, but I’m sure I needed the first one, and that I need this second one, but thanks for telling me you doubt me. It makes me feels great to know that every time you see me lay down, or miss something, you are there, sitting cross-armed and mumbling under your breath, “ugh, again with the headaches!”
I’ve heard sugar-coated comments like, “well, you seemed fine yesterday; why you are so miserable today? Can’t you just take some of your medication, or something?” In this person’s eyes, I was either faking yesterday, or today. And worse, it can be fixed with a few pills that either I, or she, has assigned curative properties to. In other words, she doesn’t believe that I have a permanent, degenerative condition.
I’ve seen more side-eye glances and eye-rolls than I can count, when I walk with a cane one day, and then leave it home the next. To me, a day without the cane is a victory. To them, leaving it home means I was faking the day before; or worse, that it was a ploy for sympathy, not that I was petrified of falling down on unsteady ground, or humiliating myself or son by doing so. But, when you look at me with an eye-roll, that you maintain just long enough for me to see, it makes me feel, not that I’m not making the best decisions to protect my health, but that I’m a malingerer, and that I should just stay home from the events I can actually make it to, regardless of cane.
Worst of all, I’ve been abandoned by friends that I’ve known for years, friends who simply either didn’t know what to do or say, or who simply vanished. These hurt the worst of all. They just disappeared. Anyone with a chronic illness has had this happen. I don’t recommend confronting these ghost-friends, because it’s not pretty; people don’t like being told they aren’t nice people, and their defense tends to be that it’s your fault in some bizarre way, as if a sick person who had zero contact with someone is somehow at fault for their own abandonment. That sting never, ever heals.
So, the secret truth that I want others to know is that you wield an amazing power to hurt the already damaged. Your words and actions can cause immeasurable pain and suffering. However, you can cause the exact opposite too. A simple phone call, a card, a few kind words. Just sitting quietly can lift our spirits more than you know.