Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Silent Battles


We often hear some version of the quote to be nice to everyone you meet because you don’t know what kind of battle they are going through. I will focus on the second part about the invisible battles we each struggle with on a daily basis.  As a counselor, I often hear about personal struggles from my clients.  I have a diverse clientele, so I hear stories from children all the way up to adults.  Shockingly, often their struggles are very similar.  I didn’t realize the hardest part about counseling children is having to listen to them describe adult problems they are dealing with.

Personally, I like to believe I am a strong individual.  I try my best to complete the tasks I have committed to, as well as to help others when I get the chance.  Unfortunately, I fail sometimes in my endeavors.  Honestly, I know we all fail at times, however, it doesn’t make the situation any easier to endure. 

My biggest fear for the longest time was that I would be deemed a failure.  Maybe that was the drive that helped me to be successful in finishing high school, college, and two graduate degrees.  Along the way I got a great job, bought my first new car, got married, bought a house and traveled around the world.  Perhaps my drive not to fail is why I throw myself into projects and have been viewed a “perfectionist” at times.  Additionally, this same drive for success is the same reason I have a hard time admitting my failures.

Although I have the drive, I sometimes don’t have the ability to do things I would really like to complete.  One of those secret battles I struggle with has caused me to cancel plans at the last minute or avoid getting too close or personal with others.  I might mentally want to complete a task, but physically my body tells me “no way!”

I suffer from a skin disease called hidradenitis suppurativa or HS for short.  I haven’t told many people because this is one of those diseases that you fight silently and hope secretly that one day there will be a cure.  The possibility of a cure being found is probably next to nothing because there isn’t much research being done, although there are many sufferers all around the world.  I’ve come in contact with many of them through online support groups.

The main features of HS include painful and chronically recurring, deep-seated nodules and abscesses, scarring, sinus tracts and recurrent discharge. The areas most commonly affected are under the arms, groin, buttocks, and under the breasts, though HS does not discriminate against any part of the body.  In one article HS was listed as the 3rd most painful disease. http://www.healthfiend.com/weeklytop/top-10-most-painful-diseases-aching-conditions/

On July 10th I will be having surgery to remove disease and scar tissue from under my left arm and also to remove disease on both of my legs.  I am actually excited about the surgery and look forward to possibly having remission in those areas.  I say my chances of remission are probably 50 % post surgery, as some people see relief for long periods of time, and some the disease comes back to that area almost immediately.  Other people who have had the surgery have seen the disease rear its nasty head in other places.

The last couple of nights my mind has been playing tricks on me and I’ve had the weirdest dreams about the surgery.  I feel like I’m caught in the scene from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy is surrounded by people saying, “and you were there, and so were you!”  The mixture of people together in any single dream makes no sense because I have people from my past jobs, people from work, and people from church, mixed together with my family and current friends.

One of the hardest parts of having a disease that you suffer in silence is that you miss out on the support that can be offered when you are experiencing a flare or having a really horrible, painful day.  I am blessed to have a wonderful husband who fights with me daily in this disease.  He provides support and understands the best he can what I am going through.  I’ve told a few of my closest friends about this disease, but I don’t think they truly understand the suffering that takes place, as I’ve never shared with them the gruesomeness of HS.

I speak out now, not for your sympathy, but more because I want you to know what’s going on in my life.  I am not ashamed I have this disease, but sometimes I dislike the results of this disease on my body.  I dislike the scars that are all over my body.  I dislike the smell I have when my infected areas are draining. I dislike that in the heat of Texas summers I have to wear cover-ups to cover my wounds and scars.  I dislike being “allergic” to many of the medicines that are often prescribed to treat symptoms.  I dislike not being able to wear white.  I dislike when I have abscesses in spots that make it difficult to move my arms, sit down, or walk.  I dislike having to choose to not participate in things because my body is not cooperating.

The disease is not all bad.  I have learned to treasure the days when I can hang out with my husband and daughter and am not actively draining or in pain.  I know my pain could be worse and the disease can progress.  My faith is in God, and when things are really rough, I find comfort in resting in His promises.  I know one day I will have a perfected body.

For those who are interested in finding out more about this disease, you can check out the following websites or just do a google search.  I do warn you, however, the information and images can be graphic.  Unfortunately because the condition is not well researched, there is a lot of conflicting and incorrect information.  Many sufferers have to advocate for themselves because many doctors are uneducated on the condition. 




Saturday, June 29, 2013

Putting It All in Perspective

We got home today after being gone for 10 days in Nicaragua.  We really did have a fantastic trip, and I can't wait to share aspects with you.

Traveling to another country with a one year old brought many challenges, one of which was having to get her retrained to sleeping in her bed when we returned.  It only took her about 10 minutes tonight before she was finally sleeping soundly.  Poor girl finally fell asleep for her afternoon nap on the plane ride home as we were making our descent into Houston.  Then I had to wake her so we could exit the plane.  All in all, she was a trooper and traveled pretty well.  Dominque believes we have a thrill seeker on our hands because she loved take off on the plane and shrilled in delight.

 Just trying to get through the airport headed to Nicaragua was a disaster.  First imagine us starting our trip with 6 suitcases, a car seat, a stroller, a backpack, and a diaper bag!  We barely had any clothes, we were just trying to get all the items collected from friends and church family over so we could pass it out.  We also had some items the missionaries there had requested we pick up for them.  Adding to that, we also had to carry milk for Malia and food for her along with enough clothes and baby items to last for the trip.  Although we knew that Dominque and I could wash our clothes, Malia has such sensitive skin, we just took plenty for her.  Unfortunately, we had trouble checking in our bags because I couldn't get assistance with checking in Malia's bag.  I ended up paying the $40 to get the bag checked in as everyone else in our group had been long gone.  Then, finally a nice agent came and helped me get her car seat checked in and told me to call United when we get back and get our $40 back.

Our next stop was security where we were stopped for the milk.  The TSA agent wanted to open all the cartons of milk to test them... Ummmm.....not gonna happen.  Poor Ellen was trying to help us get all our carry-ons to the gate and I accidentally gave her the bag with two milk cartons and she didn't know!  I had one TSA agent with the other bag of milk who agreed to just test the milk that was in her bottles.  However, the man who stopped Ellen's bag would only let us go with the milk if he "searched" one of us.  Dominque agreed to the search.  I'm not sure how searching someone (who wasn't even carrying the bag, mind you) was going to ensure the milk was safe.  Oh well, we finally got through and proceeded on to our gate.

I just realized I digressed from my original thought, so I will share a little bit of my trip with each post I make.  Thankfully we were able to come back with much less and getting out of Nicaragua was much easier than it was getting out of the US.

When we got home this evening I instantly began seeing all the things that needed to get done.  I was almost certain I had left my house looking more tidy, but I guess not!   I see the suitcases that need to be unpacked and the mountain of laundry that needs to be done.

I opened the fridge door and there is absolutely nothing on the shelves.  We were so tired, we didn't even go to the store to buy Malia some milk for this evening.

Tomorrow I need to go to the church and do the bulletin and announcement slides.  I also have a few things I need to catch up on at work.  I also had messages to return on my voice mail and then the mountain of mail that took over our dining room table.

Then as I'm laying in bed thinking about all that needs to be done, I realize that I have my perspective all wrong.  I should be thankful that I have a mountain of laundry to wash.  Thankfully I have a nice washer and dryer to wash them in.  Thankful I have running water in my home and running water that I can drink and isn't turned off at certain points of the day (you know there's an interesting story there, right?)  I can put my toothbrush under the faucet and use that water to rinse my brush, rather than having to use filtered water from a bottle.  I can also give Malia a bath and not have to worry about her drinking the water.

True, there are boxes and other remnants in the living room of me trying to cram all the items collected for Nicaragua into our bags, but what a blessing it was to take all those items over there.  It was great too that we didn't have to pay extra for baggage (I do intend to get my $40 back).

I may need to go to the grocery store, but I have the ability and finances to do so, as well as the opportunity to buy fresh, safe, and properly stored items.  There aren't flies swarming around the items at the market.  Additionally, when I was in Nicaragua, I didn't have to worry about what I would scrap together for a meal.  We were well fed and had plenty of fresh fruit and lots of gallo pinto!

All in all, I'm glad I went on the trip.  Looking at the things that need to be completed around the house, I need to just pause and thank God for my blessings.  I truly am blessed.

It's late, and I'm going to lay in my nice comfy bed and fall fast asleep.  I'm sure my rambling thoughts may not have come out correctly, however, I'm too tired to proofread.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Missions Trip

Dominque, Malia and I had the privilege to travel to Nicaragua with a group from our church on a missions trip.  Dominque and I have come before, but bringing a one year old has definitely made the trip more interesting.

All the locals comment about Malia's curly hair and want to touch her and kiss on her.  We are constantly having to wash her hands.  Car seats are not mandatory, although we firmly believe in them, I have to admit on shorter trips Malia hasn't been in a car seat because the micro (van) we travel in doesn't have seat belts.  When we go longer distances, the missionaries take other vehicles so we can strap her in.

The missionaries who we came to visit have many different works going on in small villages.  We've had the opportunity to visit them all.  It was cool to see kids we met last visit at the feeding centers a little older.  They still remember us too!  Americans have so much to be thankful for including the availability of churches near by and enclosed buildings with ac!

While on visitation in one of the villages, a lady invited us inside her house to pray for her.  She was pregnant and had fallen.  She was now having some complications.  It was an interesting glimpse into her life to see the simplicity of her home.  There wasn't much, but she didn't complain.  The children had a few toys, and there was a couch (something you might see on the street in the USA waiting for trash pick up).  She had a fridge and two burners.   In comparison to my house, I live in a mansion.

Although I'm not fluent in Spanish, I understand enough that I can get the gist of the conversation.  Church services are always fun because I follow along in my English Bible while trying to follow the sermon in Spanish.  The heart of the people is definitely in worshipping Christ, which is something I wish I could bottle up and take back to the States with me.

We are still in Nicaragua, so I will post more, including pictures when we return home.

Monday, March 18, 2013

It's Been a Long Time

It's been a long time since I have written, but that definitely does not mean my life has not been full of activity.

Shortly after I wrote my first introductory blog post Dominque and I decided to get rid of our Internet. We just don't get good service at our house, and why waste the money if we aren't able to use the internet? We have tried every company who will service our area that we could afford, but no luck! So, that means I must go elsewhere to use the internet. 

Malia is already 10 months old and I absolutely LOVE seeing her mature and grow. Her personality is showing through every minute of every day. This morning, as I was getting her dressed, she didn't like the shirt I was trying to put on her. As soon as I would get it over her head, she would pull it off. After several attempts, I went and picked out another shirt. I put the new shirt over her head and she didn't take it off.

We just finished up our spring break and it's rough getting back into the swing of things. We didn't do much at all and it was nice to just relax, sleep in late, and lounge in our pajamas all day! We went on our first family picnic on Friday down in Galveston. We had planned to take her to the beach and let her put her feet in the sand, but the beach was packed and we just didn't want to deal with the crowds. We found a cute little park and had our picnic and let Malia play on the slide. We learned Malia likes pickles! We also took Malia on the ferry and watched her get excited looking at the seagulls.

It's hard to believe that we are already making plans for her first birthday!  Malia will be a flower girl in her Aunt Amanda's vow renewal ceremony this weekend.  She picked out her flower girl dress herself.  Seriously!  Dominque and I took her to store and she grabbed this one off the rack.  She loves clothes.  When I am folding laundry, she likes to pick the clothes up and try to fold them herself.  Hopefully, she will continue this as she gets older and help mommy and daddy out!

I know this blog entry has been mostly about Malia.  I guess you write about what you spend the most of your time doing and I spend most my time with her!    As for me, I have a few things on my to do list that need to get done...getting the items priced and sorted for our fundraising garage sale for our missions trip / summer camp, clean the house, organize and sort the clothing closet at school, lots of paperwork at work, get our taxes done, plan the ladies brunch at church, and the list goes on and on...Guess I need to go get busy working on something.

Until next time,

~Kim