The Universe Just Keeps on Giving! :P

Unfortunately, those gifts just aren't always good!!! Sigh.

We just found out today that my GP has suddenly up and left the surgery, with no warning whatsoever to patients (and according to my liaison at the surgery, it was a complete shock to the staff there, too!) and no obvious dr to switch to within the practice, for those patients who only ever saw the Dr who has left, because she was easily the best Dr in the practice and one of the better Dr's in the area.

I have had my problems with this Dr, but most of them were as a result of the area we live in and the restraints of the practice she worked for, rather than her being a really bad doctor ... But despite all that, I'm feeling a bit panicked about this situation!! She was the only Dr there who knows anything really about my condition, and about our situation here at home. (and how would a new GP get to know me when they refuse to do home visits 99% of the time, and I cannot get to the surgery???) She was also treating Anna who has been very ill for a couple of years, again with quite a complex condition. (Anna has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, too, and really relied on our doctor to be sensitive to that. She's been crying on and off all day, she's so upset about this - which makes me so mad, I can't even tell you!!!) I know, too, that the Dr treated quite a few other very vulnerable patients, so she has left us all very much in the lurch. I feel really quite angry that she gave us no warning at all, and that she apparently hasn't formally handed us over to any other doctor. To me, that is really, really unprofessional!! She was the only Dr I had even a small amount of trust in at the surgery ... And I honestly have no idea what Anna and I are going to do now!! I was invisible enough already at my practice and now, presumably, there will be no-one looking out for me at all! I've rarely even met any of the other doctors!! I just feel so numb about it all. Neither I nor Anna have the emotional or physical energy to deal with this - there's enough to cope with already!

There isn't really any good surgeries in this run down inner city area, so it's not even like things would necessarily get any better if we picked up and moved to one of the other practices - and it's kind of like playing Russian Roulette because you really have no idea what the doctors are actually like until you switch to their practice. (It's not like in America where you can really pick and choose your doctors, and go to meet them before you transfer to their surgery, etc.) It's not such a problem in the wealthier areas of the country, but it can be a serious issue in the poorer areas because the NHS doesn't dole out the money fairly across the country, and because many of the good GP's refuse to work in the run down areas of the country.

I really feel like I just faded a little bit more ... like I was hidden in deeper shadow from the outside world, and I have no idea how to become visible again. :(

'A Fading Girl' by Sarah Allegra, Used With Permission.

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Hope and Happiness Within the Storm....?

I've shared videos by Daisy before, which are always really inspiring and moving. She really knows how to straight talk, and how to talk from the heart in a way that can really reach people and show them the reality of the lives we lead, normally hidden away from view.

This one had quite a significant affect on me. I've really been struggling to cope emotionally recently. It's not really so much the disease that's been getting me down - though of course that's always a factor. It's more everything surrounding it. All the battles over healthcare, benefits, rights. All the prejudice, ignorance and hatred towards us. The way the system just doesn't 'fit' to our needs, and how much sicker that can end up making us. (Example, no GP home visits despite being bedbound) Hope can sometimes be extremely elusive when you're stuck in the middle of all that, at the same time as dealing with the daily pain of being seriously ill, and everything that brings.

Daisy, I'm sure, has as many bad days as me. I'm sure she has times where she just can't find the will to fight for hope. But like I have again and again during the course of my illness, she eventually fights her way back. In this video, created for the 'Britain in a Day' BBC project, she talks about finding a way to find happiness & beauty inside of this horrible, difficult bubble we live in. Coming from someone so young, (17) that almost makes an even stronger impact than it would from an adult. And she's right ... it really does come down to finding that 'do or die' attitude, to working our butts off to find what small happinesses and controls that we possibly can in our daily lives. And to not let all our possible futures cloud the present too much. I need to re-learn that ... and I sort of feel like this (and a couple of other things that have happened lately - see my last post, 'Can we Transform Pain & Despair into Beauty') are maybe a turning point to drag myself back up to a place of coping.

There can be beauty even in massive destruction!

So, here's Daisy's video. Share on, wherever and with whoever you can!!!

But living a life of regret would have kept me looking backwards, rather than forwards. Hope is forward leaning. It’s the ripple of energy that trusts there are resources enough to live into the future. I had to focus on what I could do, not what I could not. ~ Julie Neraas ~

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Can we Transform Pain and Despair into Beauty?

A few nights ago, my carer and I watched the movie 'Another Earth'. There's a scene in the movie that's stayed with me since. One of the main characters is telling a story to the other main character, who is in a great deal of pain in more ways than just the physical. (clip embedded below but I'll give a text version for those who can't view the video.)

The story is of a cosmonaut who is all alone in his space capsule, looking down at the curvature of the Earth, and is lost in that beautiful moment. But then a tap, tap, tap starts somewhere inside the capsule. He tries to stop it but cannot. Days go by, like torture, and he now knows that this repetitive sound would break him. Would drive him crazy before he will reach his destination.

She begins to tap on the table with a spoon, comparing her tapping to that inside the cosmonaut's capsule. The cosmonaut realised that his only chance is to fall in love with the sound. To, rather than let the repetitive tap be annoying, instead perceive it as music. So he shuts his eyes, goes into his imagination. Then he opens them, and he doesn't hear tapping anymore. He hears music! And throughout the rest of his journey, he floats through space in total peace and bliss!




I was watching this and wondering how much it could be applied to the things that pull us down, causing us pain, illness, & other struggles. Is it possible that we could make music and beauty from our pain? Could we, somehow, turn a switch in our brains that helps us to see things a different way?? Not a healing, because who can stop a storm in it's path? (excepting God) More ... to still be living with all the same pain we were only moments before - but to see it and feel it.... experience it differently, somehow?

I don't yet know the answer ... but I suspect that I would rather like to find out! I haven't been in a good place physically or emotionally recently. I want to climb out of it but it just seems impossible right now. I wish I could find a way to make it feel.... just not quite this bad, you know? To find comfort and rest within the turmoil of a storm of pain. To give myself an eye in that storm to wait it out for however long it lasts? Right now I feel like I'm living in the middle of a huge despair tornado, so I really would love for this to be possible! I do believe the brain, especially when combined with hope, is an amazing thing, capable of so much more than we know. Maybe it is possible to find a way to change our perception or our perspective! After all ... if you're on the inside of the storm pictured above, it would seem ugly and violent in the extreme, not to mention completely unforgiving. From above, though, in space, it's breathtakingly beautiful!!!

Oooh! Didn't I just get all meta-physical on you!! ;)

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Adjusting The Sails

( Updated and Extended, on August 14th )

I'm lying here feeling .... welll, honestly, I don't even know what I'm feeling.

I'm fairly sure that this post is going to be somewhat of  a rant ... a gush of feelings that have been brewing inside me for so long, I feel like I'm going to go mad if I don't get them out. I just have to write!!!

Sometimes it's really difficult to figure out what it is that I'm feeling!!! Everything gets so overwhelming, and it makes it hard to process things, and to pick out & identify individual emotions.

 My whole body is pulsing with twitches, spasms, buzzing & a sort of pulsing - and I've spent most of the last few hours barely able to move. Barely able to even think, through the pulsing.

I feel that I'm a really gloomy person when I feel, and especially when I post, like this. I'm very aware that I need to find the peace and the joy that comes with finding something to hope on once again... but its alluding me right now. I'm not depressed I don't think - not any more than anyone dealing with my kind of life and situation wuld be. But I am really overwhelmed right now - there's just too much happening all at once. New scary symptoms, flare ups, stuff going wrong at home, the issues (ongoing) with my doctor, who still hasn't delivered on promises ... and now various appointments to sort out and to somehow find a way to get through without ending up in a full blown relapse. On top of that we found a lump on my beautiful dog Jessa, yesterday, so she has to go to the vets (without me!!) today. :( I can't even do that, and it makes me feel so useless!!! To be honest, (big tough me is about to admit that ...) I'm scared, and I feel small and once again,  on a running theme, invisible. Nothing seems to be going right, or easily. (Gosh I have so much to tell you guys and I don't even know where to start! I can't do it now anyway. I'm surprised i've been able to keep writing for this long!)

I'm feeling so frustrated with myself, too. So utterly useless. I can't manage to do any of the million and one things that need doing... and unless you've been there, no-one can know just how hard that actually is. Lying in bed all day is not all it's cracked up to be!! I really, really hate watching Anna (my carer) struggle to do things for me, and I can't even help. I feel like a waste of space too much of the time.

You know what I hate about M.E.?? I hate that you can never fully adjust to it.
You can never get used to it, because suddenly, bam!!!! something else, some new symptom, changed intensity, or new disability hits you full in the face, and you have to statrt adjusting and coping all over again. 

Blowing Away by Jon McGovern

On top of all that, yesterday I had a full on, in my face, flashback of my ex husband attacking me. (I'm a survivor of domestic abuse, for those of you new to this blog) Just what I needed to get through the day, huh? Honestly, I thought I'd pretty much got over what he'd done to me, and all the fallout from the years of abuse, and other people's reactions to it - but this flashback was pretty intense and afterwards I felt broken. Heartbroken. That was the man I had loved, but he used me and he hurt me. So on top of being overwhelmed, scared, and everything else - now added to the mix is a grief so massive that I feel like I'm breaking into tiny pieces and being flung to the wind. All over again!

Recently it seems like I keep putting my hope in things, trying to find someone or something that can help ... but my hope gets hit every time and then the only things to do are either give in to depression and panic, (which I'm simply not willing to do!) or find something new to hope into. But I know I'm strong enough to get through all this - and whatever else life throws at me. I have up until now! Afterall, I have Anna, my best friend in the whole world, fighting my corner and caring for me instead of going off to live her own dreams. I have some amazing online friends, who have got me through so much over the years! I have my dogs. And a family who loves me even though they don't really understand and can't really deal with it all. And I have the online ME community, which is also making such a difference in my life. Perhaps those things are the only hope I need right now, they're sure strong enough positive's .... afterall, there are so many people out there going through so much more than this. And well, because of the people 'around me', at least I'm now standing up (well, not literally, HA ... ooh, the irony of that statement!) and trying to get the help I so desperately need, and deserve!!!!!!


◦ - - ღ - - - Because I do deserve it. We all do!!!!! - - - ღ - - ◦

And on that note, albeit it something I know in my head but not yet my heart, I'll end this post!

Note : Sorry about all the mess of this post. I'll try to edit out all the typo's etc, tidy it up, maybe add pics, and tag it etc, tomorrow .... somehow i just needed to get this out... though i feel i've done a very poor and very short job of expressing myself.

I think I just needed to speak, to vent as many of the things that are
splintering me, crack by slow crack, as possible .....
for my feelings to not be so invisible as I myself have begun to feel!!

Update : 14th August

Thank God, Jessa is ok! The vet found quite a lot of lumps actually - but they are, as I was hoping, just fatty lumps, which she's had a couple of times before. He doesn't even want to bother removing them right now, and won't, unless they get bigger or start to bother her in some way. So that was a huge relief for us!! :) :) :)

We had my other dog, Kiya, checked out at the same time, and ironically, the story there was more worrying. A while ago, a different vet at the practice found a lump on her liver. Kiya's starting to get old now, and has a lot of really severe skin and immune problems, so we decided (on the info the vet gave us) not to bother doing anything to get it further checked out, because I wouldn't want to put her through any intense treatments as she is going through enough already. However, the vet we saw this week (One of the practice owners) checked the lump for us, and he thinks that it's on her spleen, not her liver. He can't be sure till we get a scan, which we're doing next week - but if it is on her spleen, it would be a fairly simple operation to remove her spleen. A completely different scenario to it being on her liver!!!!

Jessa, on a walk with me & Anna, on a rare holiday to Scotland in 2009

Kiya, curled up behind my knee - she loves to be close to us! In 2010

I'm pretty mad with the vet we saw initially, as this issue could have been sorted months ago ... but then at the same time, I'm so glad that he was probably wrong, because this means that Kiya's life will probably be much longer than I was thinking! Guess we'll have more information after she's had her scan next week. It means a general anaesthetic, (which is always very stressful and worrying for me, because of the risks) but hopefully it'll be worth it - and my dogs usually come out looking less harried than I do, rofl!


I've finally got to adding pictures to this post, and getting rid of all the typo's (sheesh there were a lot!!) - I had hoped to do it the day after I wrote this post, but I've been really struggling to get online, and my cognitive functions have been pretty poor, so that just wasn't gonna happen. Ah well, got there in the end!! :)

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An Ocean of Grief

I've had a few really difficult weeks in terms of increased symptoms, after over-extending myself in various ways, and have had no choice but to not be online much, & to rest as much as I can stand it. I haven't had any spare energy to give, so I've had to just stop, and deal with the emotional fallout of that - which has been quite extreme given the amount I am repressing already on any given day. I have so much grief and hurt hiding inside me - and the main way I keep it shoved down deep inside is by keeping my mind busy.

So unfortunately, the side effect, for me, of slowing down is that I have more time to think not to mention feel. There's nothing to fill the silence inside my mind. When I'm able to stay a little busier - be online, connect with people, write on my blog, do small jobs on the forum I work on, read books ... it gives me less time to really feel what I'm going through. Less time to focus on how difficult, uncertain, scary and intense it is to be so ill, dependant, and isolated. Less time to remember all the things I've lost, and the things I may never have... To feel guilty about the burden I place on everyone around me... And most of all to remember that with each passing year I am missing the chance of finding a special someone to share my life with, who will love me as me, and with whom I can bear a child. At 35, with an pre-existing infertility issue, the chances of me ever having a child of my own are probably now completely lost. When I can't keep my mind busy, those long hidden things tend to come flooding back in .... So needless to say, I'm really struggling right now.

Sometimes I think my life is rather like I'm constantly swimming in this huge ocean of emotion ... and on a good day, when I can stay busy, I manage to swim, and so stay afloat - but bad days feel like I've been pulled under by a rip tide, and bashed my head on a rock. I'm stunned, and these waves just keep hitting me & I'm powerless to do anything about it. Unable to keep my head above water. I know it's really bad when I don't even feel anger anymore, just a deep, dark sense of despair, fear, fatigue & hopelessness.


There's been so much grief in my life, and often that's all I can see ahead of me, too. I don't see that as depression, or even a sign that I'm giving up hope ... it's just that the reality of my situation is that there's not even a little bit of certainty in my life or my future - and there's an overwhelming likelihood that this state of loss and grief will continue indefinitely, until I've missed every major milestone in a 'normal' person's life, and lost most of the good things that I did have.

I don't plan on giving up the fight, but I feel that every year that goes by with me still so severely ill is another battle lost ... and takes me another step closer to losing the war. And maybe that's another reason for the strength of my feeling right now - it's my 35th birthday next month - another year gone by without me being able to leave my bed and live my life.

I try so hard to hang onto the good things, and not to give up hope - but it's the hardest battle I can imagine! Honestly, this life I'm living could barely be called a life, and it's really, really hard to keep fighting when everything seems to be against me, and when I'm just so darn tired of it all. I don't even have to simply fight my body, my illness ... I also have to fight just to be recognised as genuinely ill. To get the medical treatment I need. The acceptance, support and love I need. Nothing comes easily when you have M.E. I'm sicker & more disabled than the majority of people with (for example) MS, Cancer, Aids ... yet am treated like there's nothing really wrong with me physically. I just can't begin to describe how completely soul destroying that can be.

I am so alone medically - half of my symptoms haven't even been officially documented, never mind tested & diagnosed. I sometimes think ME is loneliness. I may as well be in a country with no medical care, because I receive barely any support or treatment. This situation doesn't exactly render my default setting 'hopeful', rather, that's something I have to fight for. Have to earn.


My conclusion? Hope is a choice not a feeling!!


My life ... I suppose all of our lives, are a complex twist of pain, joy, hope & grief all muddled into one. Some of us have more pain and loss than others - but the principle remains the same however much we hurt - we have to choose whether to go on and live through it, try to forge out some semblance of happiness - or give up and fall into our pain and stop seeing the joy. For most people, there's probably a close to even balance of good and bad. Sometimes, for some of us, our lives overbalance into the negatives and we then have to work even harder to see the positives - and to find enough of a reason to go on.

Some days I'm really struggling to find that reason. Much of the reason I do keep fighting is for the people I love - because I don't want to hurt them by giving up - but that isn't enough to make me happy, only enough to help me survive. I feel like I'm living in a state of emotional darkness. That's not to say that the light doesn't occasionally manage to flicker through. There are moments of love, of beauty, of memory - but those moments are all shadowed to some extent. I honestly can't remember the last time I felt pure, unfiltered happiness - and that in itself is a massive point of grief.


I feel like I should try to end this post on a positive note ... but honestly, I just don't think I have it in me right now. Life is tough sometimes, and this is one of those times.

I'd love to hear your reply and I know it'll be valued by other readers too! I always try to respond, please just be aware that it can take me some time to find the energy to do so as I've been particularly ill recently and struggling to get online. Thanks for reading! :)

An Ocean of Grief

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