I don't know where I have retreated for the past month, but it has been somewhere inside where I feel like I do not have to be anything for anyone and I can deal with life on my own terms. The start of the school year is always hard for me as I watch children and teachers prepare for the return to the classroom and I am reminded that there is no classroom for me, no children eagerly greeting me each morning, no lessons to plan, no rules to break. Add to that the fact that a vast majority of my friends are married (or have just done so) and are now having babies and I freely admit to jealousy at times. I was born knowing how to nurture children, I was born with a heart of a mother and yet this will never be for me and it hurts. I can not safely have any biological children, nor would I risk the chance of passing on the genetics that have caused me to be sick, and no one will ever allow someone with such health disabilities to adopt. When I was a teenager I kept a journal of letters to my future children. So it is mourning for a dream.
Three of four weeks ago I did have my Botox injections done and they have been very successful. This time with a combination of the blood thinner and Vitamin K deficiency I looked like one very bloody human voodoo doll that was held together with gauze and tape. My final bruise is almost gone. I wish I had KAFO braces to wear as they would do so much good, but due to Gollum (the pituitary microadenoma) and the steroid to keep my blood pressure up and my complete inability to get any exercise I have been steadily gaining weight and my braces from last year no longer fit. And at $800 a pair I can't just get another set made.
Six weeks ago when I last saw the endocrinologist he asked me whether or not I thought the medicine he was putting me on would work. Knowing that nothing ever goes easily for me medically I said no. He looked at me strangely and said he thought it would be a huge success. With five days before I see him the medication has done nothing. Sometimes it stinks to be right, but I did tell him so. I sound like such a pessimist, but I have yet to have a first treatment attempt for anything work including most infections.
I have an appointment with a new neurologist on the 24th as the one dr would only be able to see me if I had tested positive for mitochondrial disease (I had funky DNA but not in a known pattern - I created my own) through MDA. The neurologist I saw previously has said with my best intentions in mind that she has no idea what to do with me anymore and this is over her head. I actually appreciate it when a doctor admits that they don't know and are in too deep. So I will be seeing the wife of the MDA doctor so that they can work together to treat me and she has more experience with the "weird and unusual".
I have been listening to a lot of my audio books, which are my escape and my entertainment and my lullaby at night. I find focusing on reading a regular book harder now, which totally pisses me off because I used to read a book in a day or two and now I struggle to get through a chapter. The audiobooks give me the magic of books in a way that is less stressful and easier to access. My iPod is almost evenly split music and books. I greatly prefer nonfiction so I have learned about the Missionaries of Charity and Mother Theresa, the motivations of radical Islamic terrorists, how one girl followed God and is creating massive change in a community in Uganda, the occupation of Tibet and the flight to freedom on one family, and so much more.
My father gave me an air compressor to help inflate the tires of my wheelchair which seem to slowly leak out as I take curbs and such. However, the nozle thingy on the end was old (everything else is new) and it leaks so in the process of trying to put air in my Mom and I managed to flatten the tire. That takes skills to flatten a tire while using an air compressor. My poor brother got a desperate phone call and had to come over to fix the mess we created. Even he had a hard time because the dratted thing has to be held in with force as well as down to get any air into the tire, so I don't feel quite so inadequate. My Dad is going to replace the defective part next week and then I should be good to go. My worst nightmare is getting stuck with a flat tire, cause its not like I can hop out of the chair and start pushing it home.
I will try to update again soon and stop withdrawing so much, but I also have learned that however I feel and however I need to cope are normal and acceptable on this journey. I can't do it how someone else would do it, I can only live out my journey one day at a time.