It’s funny what we take for granted — including the sound of our voices. For a few years, I took voice lessons and participated in community theater, often auditioning and making it with my singing voice. No, it was not Broadway, but it was fun and I truly enjoyed it.
When I started experiencing lupus symptoms, one of the biggest issues was frequent laryngitis. There were days when I had a voice, but it was husky, hoarse, and unfamiliar-sounding. Fortunately, I was doing plenty of YouTube videos back then.
I would never have thought that I would miss the sound of my own voice and have to revisit it using my old videos. The voice I now speak with is courtesy of lupus. I no longer sing because I sound like a squeaky mess.
Recently, I was invited to join a small group of friends who were singing karaoke. Initially, I said I would just watch, but they were having so much fun that I decided to participate. When it was my turn and I heard what came out of my mouth, singing a song I’d sung a thousand times before, my heart hurt. It was the song I would sing for auditions.
Is it strange to realize I had not attempted to sing since my voice changed? I apologized for the torture that I felt I was causing. My friends reminded me that they are not singers, and karaoke is about fun, not judgment. So, I squeaked out a few more songs.
When I got home, I thought about my personality. I thought about my lost hair, my lost voice, my lost career, my lost savings, my lost health, my lost mobility, my lost weight, and my lost hobbies. I wondered how I have not lost my mind.
I constantly think about the things I love but can no longer do. I live a modified life. But my positive outlook and giant smile have always been consistent. I will be honest — I don’t know where they come from.
I have the same emotions as everyone else. However, there is almost always anger underneath. Still, I make jokes. Once upon a time, I would have hated hearing the saying, “it is what it is.” But I’ve now accepted this in many areas of my life.
I would love to be able to change certain things, but I can’t. I have lupus. I have a squeaky singing voice. I am super skinny. I have no hair. (I did recently buy three hair hats, though). See? Humor — I can’t help myself. Yet, while smiling through the roughest times of my life, I am, in fact, helping myself.
There have been so many times when I longed to be able to do “simple” tasks, and I have felt sad, angry, helpless, and hopeless about things I have lost. However, I refuse to stay down, and for that, some days I believe I am literally insane. Kidding, just kidding! More humor. I just can’t seem to stay in a low place, and for that, I am very grateful.
I miss all of the things I have lost in my battle with lupus, but the best I can do is the best I can do. I try to find other things that are fulfilling, I try to only focus on things I can directly impact, and most of all, I try not to focus on what is no longer.
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