The past few months have been a disaster. Despite being a bona fide joy junkie, I’ve experienced new physical symptoms that have drained me mentally, physically, and emotionally. I rarely feel very low for a long period, but recently I was having such a difficult time that my children took notice. I spoke with my daughter on a Wednesday, and she was at my door the following day. And my son looked at expediting his passport application.
I’m sure you’re familiar with the saying, “God does not give us more than we can handle.” I disagree with this sentiment. People take their own lives because they have passed the brink of what they can handle. While I was not considering suicide, something I said to my children put them on high alert. The day after my daughter arrived in December, I had a doctor’s appointment. This was a follow-up to my hospitalization in October: five days of poking, prodding, and working to get my blood count up, and my enzyme levels down.
When I arrived back in Mexico after my hospital stay, I decided to transition from being a vegetarian to following a fully plant-based lifestyle. I had become a half-hearted vegan months before, but upon my return I went all in. As I made this change, part of me was happy, while another part felt that lupus had robbed me of yet another source of pleasure in my life: eating flavorful foods.
However, last month after my daughter had arrived, we received some shocking yet welcome news at the doctor’s office. After examining my blood tests results, my doctor said, “Your antinuclear antibodies are high; you are anemic, but not because of low iron; and all of your other numbers are normal.” My daughter and I both heard the last part at the same time. We looked at one another, and I asked, “Normal, as in ‘remission normal’?” With a big smile, she answered, “Yes, remission numbers.”
While I am happy about the numbers, I don’t feel happy. I know that sounds weird. My body still has pain, though not as much as I’ve had in the past, and I’m having unusual symptoms. The doctor hopes these are side effects of the medications I was prescribed at the hospital, so we are tweaking them. I feel ungrateful because while I have more energy and even my breathing has improved, I still feel housebound because some issues have not resolved.
I’ve been chasing remission since my diagnosis, but now that I have achieved the numbers, I’m still at a loss. I have been seeking joy in new places and remembering that many others are chasing those “normal” numbers. Perhaps I will reconsider my opinion on that adage I mentioned earlier: that we’re not given more than we can handle. I had felt like giving up for the first time since my diagnosis but then I got that good news. If you are battling, I hope remission happens for you, and I hope you dance. I think that’s what I’ll do next.
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