Guarding Against Comparing Our Situation With Others
Some days are just harder than others. Wouldn’t you agree?
Much of the time, I feel like we are moving along nicely on this rare disease journey. We are in a good rhythm with the treatment plan for our 16-year-old daughter, Grace, who has Lambert-Eaton myasthenic syndrome (LEMS). Yet, out of nowhere, I was hit with a wave of emotions brought on by the most unlikely of things.
Intravenous immunoglobulin replacement therapy, or IVIG, has been a part of our lives for over a year now. The grueling two-day, in-hospital infusion takes about six hours each day. For the most part, Grace and I have a nice rhythm to those days. The barista at the Starbucks in the hospital knows our order by heart. The nurses recognize us by the Chick-fil-A bags. So, it was a surprise to me when we went for our monthly IVIG routine and I found myself bowled over by some pretty heavy emotions.
Most months, we have to schedule Grace’s IVIG around Thursdays, the day when the children’s hospital holds chemo clinics each week. But this month, we were unable to go earlier in the week, so they squeezed us in on Wednesday, with our second round on Thursday afternoon.
My emotions were running high as we passed room after room of little children and teens hooked up in a manner similar to Grace, but with chemo running through their veins. I’m sure the sight of those parents, who are dealing with life-threatening illnesses in their children, left me emotionally vulnerable.
When one of the last kids from the chemo clinic cleared out of her room and the nurses gathered with her family in the hallway outside our door, we had a front-row seat to their celebration. It seems she had completed her last round of chemo and wouldn’t be visiting the day hospital again. They clapped, took pictures, and sang as she rang the bell signaling that her treatment was complete.
My tears were from pure joy for that family and child. To have their child’s health and future reclaimed is truly a beautiful thing. It was a moment filled with hope and promise.
Yet, shortly after, the halls grew quiet and the beeping of the blood pressure machine pounded in my ears. I looked at my daughter, and for a split second, I allowed myself to grieve. I grieved that my daughter would never get to ring that bell. This is not a disease that will go away, short of a medical breakthrough. I felt hopeless, thinking that we would never get to celebrate Grace’s last day of treatment.
But I know these thoughts are unhealthy. We have much to be thankful for. I have equipped myself with tools that help me dig out of the cycle of self-pity and grief:
- I no longer allow myself to wallow in despair.
- I do not compare my child’s struggles with other children’s struggles, or lack thereof.
- I celebrate our wins, whether big or small.
- We look for the positives due to Grace’s illness, and we write them down.
- We remember the original diagnoses we were given and are thankful for the lesser of the two.
- We purposefully acknowledge and appreciate the great treatments and medicine available for our daughter’s rare disease.
Although we may not be ringing that bell signaling the end of treatment for our daughter, my heart rejoices for the things we can be thankful for.
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Comments
Joyce Crawford
Lori,
Thank you for posting this. You are a great encouragement to me. I was diagnosed with LEMS 1 year ago & started IVIG 6 hours every 3 weeks in January. My last treatment was 2 weeks ago, and I've not gotten any positive results from it. I have been especially down today, physically and emotionally, and your post helps me to keep my perspective. These bad days can be very hard sometimes. Knowing that others are in the same situation, does help. I sincerely hope that Grace will have a breakthrough in a treatment sometime. We must keep going day to day. Thanks again, Joyce Crawford
Lori Dunham
Hi Joyce. I'm sorry for just now seeing this comment. I very much understand the cycle of emotions you are experiencing. It is so helpful to share with one another our experiences and feelings because we, within the LEMS community, can relate and understand the daily struggles living with LEMS. My daughter had a lot of bad days (emotionally) especially when she was feeling so poorly. That is when I realized I needed to be a positive force in her life! I hope my words can continue to encourage you! You are not alone!