Even Caged Birds Sing!

I've been thinking more this week about the nature of grief, and about just how much those of us with severe chronic illnesses, especially those who are housebound & bedbound, actually lose. How much I have lost. How our dreams are smashed, our health, friends, careers are gone, our lives are torn apart & the path of our lives has been irrevocably diverted against our will. I believe that each of us, (and our close family & friends) having lost so much, goes through a process of grieving - one which may in some cases take years, or even be a constant presence in our lives - because each month, each year, more things may be taken from us, starting that process all over again. This grieving process can be made that much harder by the fact that so few people outside of the situation can really understand what we're going through, so a positive support network can be difficult to find.

This grief & loss is so extreme - it affects every single corner of our lives, and our hearts. There are so many things that we each, desperately, miss - and miss out on. It goes so much further than the obvious losses like our health, financial security & careers. We lose friends & family - and our relationships change drastically with the few we do not lose. We are locked away inside our houses, missing out on the fun activities, outings and holidays that our loved ones are able to go on. Some of us may not even be able to see the sun or feel the rain for years on end! We may begin to come up against ignorance & prejudice. Our love & sexual lives change, or sometimes are completely gone! For those who become ill at a young age, childhoods and educations are lost. Conversation becomes difficult or even impossible, meaning we may lose closeness with the people we love. Years disappear for us in almost a vacuum, whilst the lives of our loved ones carry on. Honestly, the list is endless - our bodies really do create a prison within which we are trapped!!

For many of us, especially those with neurological diseases, the things we've lost are now just distant, unfocused memories. Often hazy and difficult to remember or recall. To me, they seem like worlds away from my bed, in my bedroom, where I've been caged for so many years. To me, it literally feels like my past was lived by a completely different person!

The thing is, I believe that, that very grief - that endless depth of pain & suffering, and the daily battle we have to fight to survive it, gives us something very special in return: A deeper understanding of & connection to hope.

Maya Angelou's poem, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings comes to mind. (You can read this poem in full, below) Reading it again, when I began writing this post, I resonated with the bird in her poem so strongly that it brought tears to my eyes and a slow, painful gasp to my chest! The poem is an analogy for the desperately painful, chillingly lonely, yet also forever hopeful plight of black people at the time of the author's childhood. It is about dreams squashed, and dreams as yet unrealised.

'Little Bird' by Rubyblossom	via PhotoRee

This poem is heart-rendingly sad ... but I don't believe it's about pain, or injustice quite so much as it is about hope - & the strength that we have hidden within us, enabling us to survive whatever comes our way! The hope of gaining freedom from binding circumstances. The hope that dreams will come true. This is the kind of hope and the depth of strength & courage that would move heaven and earth to gain what it most desired!

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~ Albert Camus ~

This poem, too, corresponds so strongly to the Emily Dickinson poem for which I named my blog, a poem which has meant a great deal to me. 'Hope is The Thing With Feathers' very much conjures up a beautiful, soaring, never-ending hope, whilst 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings', evokes a much more frustrated, desperate hope - but is all the more powerful for it! The hope of freedom surely is one of the most powerful of all hopes!!? It certainly is for me!!

I feel, very deeply inside my soul, a desperate voice dreaming of and hoping for freedom. That voice has never let me down, no matter how hard my struggles or how sick I've become - I still have the hope that things will get better. That one day, I'll ramble easily through a forest, or a meadow full of wildflowers, the sun shining on my face and my dogs at my feet. That I'll walk along the beach, the waves gently lapping at my feet, the wind blowing through my hair. Be able to venture outside in the snow, catching the snowflakes & watching them melt. I dream of falling in love & building a family. I want to adopt some older kids who are struggling in the foster system, or perhaps do emergency fostering. I even dream of having a baby, though age & infertility make it all but impossible now. (I think pregnancy is one of the most beautiful, interesting, amazing & challenging processes we can ever go through in life & I want to know how that feels!) I wish I could play in the sandpit with my nephew who I've barely seen more than a few hours in his two years of life, & easily hold his baby brother in my arms. I hope for days spent with family & friends with no restraints on my energy and no pain holding me back.

As it stands, statistically, I have little chance of a full recovery unless a breakthrough is made in the research of Myalgic Encephalomyelitis - but despite that, & like the singing caged bird, I do have the hope that somehow my life will change and that I will find freedom from the grips of this terrible illness. I accept the possibility of being severely ill for the rest of my life, but I hope for better - and no matter how hard the fight gets, I don't intend to give up on that. The point isn't in whether I ever reach my goals, or whether I recover from M.E. The point is that I need the hope that I will get there. It gives me the courage to continue, and helps me to find some level of contentedness & happiness in my present. I have goals & dreams, and no matter how scared I am that those things won't come to pass, I don't want to let go of them, & I'll fight for them! Simply put, I believe that there is no point to life without hope.

'We Must be Free' - By Nanda Correa
(Posted with Permission & Much Thanks!)

I know why the caged bird sings A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun's rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. ~ Maya Angelou ~

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! :)

Even Caged Birds Sing!

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The Cupboard is Bare....? (Welfare Reform)

I wanted to bring your attention to a post recently made by Matthew on his blog, Indigo Jo Blogs, regarding the reforms to Disability Living Allowance which are about to be pushed through by the government. His feelings on the subject very much mirror my own.

The government state that there is 'no alternative' to making cuts to DLA ... yet when you look below the surface of their proposed reform, the problems are immediately evident - both (more obviously) to the quality of life for people affected by this reform, and (less obviously) for the future financial security of the country. Cutting benefits for disabled and chronically sick people will inevitably cause costs elsewhere to shoot up, potentially costing the country more than the cuts will 'save'. This is ignoring the fact that the disability benefits are the least affected by fraud, (According to the DWP's own statistics, only 0.5% of DLA claims are in fact fraudulent!!!!) and therefore are the least needing of reform in the first place!!!

Matthew says it all so much better than me in my current massively fogged state, so I'd refer you to his post ... excerpt below.

Excerpt from The Mail, Gerada, & The Alternative to DLA My main reason for writing this, though, is to explain why disability benefits are not something we can just do away with by saying “the cupboard is bare” or “we can’t afford it” ... next time you hear a Tory (or Lib Dem) politician tell you “there is no alternative”, remember that there in fact is — wholesale re-institutionalisation. Only, the buildings have been either demolished or sold off, and building new ones will cost an awful lot of money. Caring for people with disabilities or the chronically ill in nursing homes or long-stay hospitals costs more than supporting them to live at home, and is less satisfactory for them as it imposes an institutional lifestyle, even if it does not lead to outright abuse (which it sometimes does). There is, in fact, no way to reduce the disability budget without imposing a lot of extra bureaucracy, a huge institutional care burden, or a lot of suffering (and manifestations such as public beggary) which would prove politically intolerable.

You may also want to follow the #SpartacusReport hashtag feed on Twitter, regarding the report just released by a group of disabled people, based on freedom of information requests, showing that the governments claims that the disabled community was supportive of their welfare reforms, was actually a misrepresentation of the truth. You can read an easy read copy of the Spartacus Report, officially known as the Responsible Reform Report: here.

I'm so thankful to, and proud of, the people who produced this report, and who have done such an amazing job of getting it into the public eye! Two of the main helpers have actually been hospitalised by the effort this has cost them, and several are now extremely ill. It was a marathon and amazing effort by a group of very sick and disabled people, who are amazing activists for our cause!!! I've embedded a video below, posted on Diary of a Benefit Scrounger, asking for our support in keeping the Spartacus report in the public eye, because so many of the team who put this report together have become too ill to continue working on it at this time.




Today I heard that the Lords voted, yesterday, to overturn the one-year time limit to contributory Employment and Support Allowance proposed by the government - this is a major victory for all disabled people in the UK!! Please check out today's post on Diary of a Benefit Scrounger for the latest updates to the Spartacus Report Cause, and info on what you can do to help. :)

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The Lives We Have Lost - Reader Participation Post

One of my readers (Brent - @ArgyrosfeniX on Twitter) suggested a while back now, that I write a post asking readers about what careers they have lost or are struggling to keep up with due to their illness or disability. I thought this was a great idea, and have been intending to use it since. :)

So many of us have lost so much due to sickness and disability - and those losses are hard, and have a major impact not just on our day to day lives, but on our futures, our finances, our family relationships, our self esteem ... I could go on! I think it's certainly something that's very important for us to talk about, because it can be a real grieving process to lose a job or career - or an education that we have invested our time and energy into for many years. There are many other losses associated with illness, many of which are just as devastating!

So, my questions for everyone reading here today are :

What were you doing before you became sick/disabled? What did you lose when you became sick? and How has your life and your future changed as a result of these losses?

Before my M.E. became severe, I was working as a Neonatal Intensive Care Nurse, looking after premature and sick babies on the regional NICU unit. It was a really amazing job, and an opportunity to do something that really mattered! I quite honestly really loved that job!! Nurses in this country don't exactly get paid an amazing salary, but it was good enough to live comfortably - and as I worked my way up, would have become pretty good.

It was 8 years ago now that my ME relapsed, and I became housebound and eventually had to give up my job. That's 8 years of experience in one of the best UK NICU units, lost. A career in shatters. Had I kept working there, I could have been a sister by now.

Instead, I'm living on disability benefits, and have lost my house because I wasn't bringing in enough money to cover the mortgage (and the extortionate Liverpool council tax fees!) despite living fairly humbly. My credit was damaged because of a graduate loan I took out when I was still working, and was subsequently unable to cover the payments after I quit my job. Even were I to get better tomorrow, (and regain my lost memories and neurological functions that allowed me to actually safely do the job!) the chances of me ever working as a nurse again are small - I would likely have to re-train in some way, possibly even have to go back to uni, because the medical world moves on so quickly - which I couldn't afford after all these years of living just above the bread line.

My self esteem has quite frankly taken quite a battering over the years. I suppose a lot of my identity was wrapped up in being a nurse. I felt like I mattered and was making a difference in people's lives... now I barely see anyone to make a difference!! I've had to learn to see myself through different filters, to not see my value in what I can do, but in who I am. I'm not there yet, but I'm certainly better than I was even a year ago.

Another important loss for me, which I see almost equally to my career, is that I all but lost my support system. When I relapsed, I was just coming out of an abusive marriage, and was trying to deal with all that had gone on during my years of marriage. In one foul swoop I lost the ability to go to therapy, to spend time on my online support group. I have lost both time and depth of relationship with most of my family members, and completely lost my real life friends ... only one of them has stuck with me through my illness, and she (incredibly!) became my carer and has been with me through it all! No-one else could cope with the limitations my illness placed on me, and my friends basically dropped like flies over the first year I was housebound. Since my relapse, I've very much had to go it alone, with my journal to vent to. I think I'm in a fairly good place now, but I can't say it hasn't been hard to be so alone with so much pain to deal with.

However I think the single biggest thing I have lost is the years when I could have been creating a family. I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, which causes fertility issues. It would have been next to impossible for me to get pregnant 8 years ago, and would almost certainly have required IVF. Now ... well, it's never going to happen, and that's something I just have to deal with. I still want to have kids ... I've always wanted to adopt or foster anyway. But with ME, the likelihood of me becoming well enough to have kids and actually be able to raise them (without them ending up as carers for me!!) gets less every year I spend this severely ill, so there's a chance that I may never have children. And of course, the older I get, the harder it becomes to meet someone to spend my life with, too, and that's even without worrying about the fact that I have no opportunities to meet someone anyway, as I don't leave my bed, never mind my house! Quite frankly, I wouldn't willingly inflict my life or limitations on someone else anyway!

Lastly, and simply, I lost my health. The single biggest resource a person has! You can't overestimate just how much that means!!

Don't get me wrong. I don't allow myself to live in regret, or to dwell constantly on these losses. But I believe talking about it both helps us to cope with the loss, and to grieve for it. Maybe even more importantly, I hope that it will also help people outside our situations to better understand what those of us with chronic illnesses actually go through - what it really means to live this kind of life, day in, day out. That's certainly a very current issue, considering the magnitude of media slamming sick and disabled people, and painting us as weak, lazy, and selfish people who place a burden on society without ever giving anything back. Worse, they see us as liars, out to bleed the welfare state dry without any substantial or even real illness or disability! Society's perception and understanding really need to change, and the only way that can happen is for them to see the truth of our lives. And so I write my truth, and hope that people can truly hear it. :)

"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 ~

I would really love it if you guys would share your stories, your previous lives, your losses and your hopes, with me here - with each other. Comment away! :)

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! :)

The Lives We Have Lost - Reader Participation Post

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