'What Does Love Feel Like, Mommy?'


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Three days ago my daughter, who just recently turned 4, asked me one of the most difficult questions anyone has ever asked me: “Mommy, what does love feel like?”

We were driving home, and I was lost in thought and completely taken aback. I always try to answer her questions, even when I do not truly know the answers. But I can’t look in a book or browse the internet for questions/answers regarding love. I knew I had to respond and yet could only think of one word: safe.

It would be easier to answer such a huge yet simple question if Kayci was about 10 years older than she is, but she’s not your average toddler in any way, shape or form. I’m not sure I even understood the deepest feeling of love until she was born.

So I did what all adults do when they do not know how to answer a question: I answered a question with a question (don’t you just hate that?). I asked her, “How do you know you love Mommy?” She answered much more quickly than I had anticipated. “That is silly, Mommy. Of course I love you. You take care of me, are funny, and I don’t know I just love you.”

She kept pressing me for my answer. I finally surrendered and babbled: “Love is something that is hard to put into words. Mommy cannot imagine life without you. That thought is very scary because I love you so much. I think love is feeling safe and important and knowing you are loved enough to love yourself. I think you and Mommy love music so much because it puts into words what we cannot say.”

Fast forward to the next day when I was the lucky one to get the stomach virus going around. I awoke around midnight at the sound of my daughter’s voice calling me. I stood up and realized I was dizzy beyond belief. It was difficult to walk. However, my daughter needed me (love), and love sometimes means doing things you do not want to do. As I walked down the hallway I became more and more dizzy until I fell, literally, in front of our bathroom and then began vomiting everywhere. I was scared. I awoke the next morning with multiple bruises and unable to get out of bed.

My dad, who has always made me feel safe, was at our home within the hour, playing with Kayci and making me toast. I slept for the following 24 hours — that is sick. I never sleep during the day.

Our daughter has her first dance recital in less than a month, and yesterday was the last day to buy tickets for the show. I felt such guilt at the thought of not taking her to dance — or worse not buying tickets to her recital. Call it a mother’s strength, or call it love, but somehow I managed to get her dressed in her hot pink tutu, feed her and get her to dance class on time.

Her friend’s parents took one look at me and said,”What happened to you? You should be in bed. How did you  even drive here?”  Without thinking, I simply stated: “Love. I would do anything for my daughter.”

That is when I remembered the question, “What does love feel like?” There are so many different kinds of love: someone’s first love, love between two people who have been together for 50 years and as much as they get on one another nerves they cannot imagine a life without the other; there is the love between siblings, friends, and then the love a parent has for their child. Love has different feelings and can be amazing and filled with joy, and at times love can be scary and difficult.

We all have different ways we see and view love. I feel that love is feeling safe with another person. Chronic pain taught me who truly loved me and who did not.

If you love someone, you just know it; there is not a way to explain the feeling. As scary and difficult as love can be, it’s the most magical feeling in the world.

If you love someone who has chronic pain, they do not need you to fix them or even find the right cure or medication. They need your love. It really is that simple. The person with chronic pain or any invisible illness needs to know they are loved and safe. I will repeat the three most important words one can say to someone who has chronic pain: “I believe you.”

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12 Things I Wish My Friends Understood About My Life With Chronic Pain


Not being able to go to school, no parties, medications, hospital appointments — all these things are a part of my normal day living with chronic pain.

I can’t help it. It’s not my fault I have chronic pain, and a lot of the time what I need to get through the toughest days are my friends. Sometimes, though, my friends don’t understand that just because I’ve been going through this for two years now doesn’t mean it gets any easier!

Here are 12 things I wish my friends knew and understood about my life with chronic pain.

1. I’m still the same person I was before all this happened.

Yes, I may now use a wheelchair and crutches and spend a majority of my time in the hospital, but I’m still the same person who has been best friends with you since playschool! Please don’t treat me like a different person.

2. I can still text and talk on the phone.

I may not always be up for a long conversation, but most of the time I’d love to hear from you. Simply hearing the gossip from school would make my day!

3. It’s OK to ask how I’m doing.

I’d actually appreciate to know that you care. I may rant or cry about complications, doctors or hospital stays but just to have you listen to me and give me a hug when I need one means the world to me.

4. Invite me out places with you.

I may not always be able to accept, but if you give me a few days notice I can save up my energy. I understand it’s annoying when I cancel plans last-minute, but even just to come over for a cup of tea and watch a movie makes me feel less isolated.

5. I know I’m not a “normal teenager,” but I try my hardest.

I know that I spend more time in the hospital than at school, but when I do manage to get to school please don’t make a big deal of it. Just treat me like everyone else. All I want is to fit in and be like you.

So next time you’re getting ready for a disco, let me know. I may not be able to go out, but I’d even enjoy just to be there, helping you do each others’ hair and makeup and enjoying the company.

6. When I can’t go to school, I’m not at home being lazy.

Most people think on days I don’t go to school I’m at home relaxing, enjoying life or avoiding a math test. But the truth is, on these days I can’t get out of bed with the pain! I’m usually in bed crying, ringing my consultant for an emergency appointment or trying anything that might ease the pain. I would do anything to be well enough to go to school.

7. I still love football!

I’ve played Gaelic football since I was 5 years old and the fact that I may never play again breaks my heart, but it doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my love for the game! Do talk to me about the game that was on at the weekend — don’t think I never want to hear or see the game again. It’s been a huge part of life so far and always will be. Wether I’m playing on the field with you or being the team’s water girl, I’ll always love football!

8. I tell you everything — well, nearly everything…

I love talking to you and having someone to talk to when I’m scared or worried, but I don’t tell you everything because I don’t want to scare you. Like that time after surgery I stopped breathing properly, or how I needed to relearn how to control my bowel and bladder. I didn’t want to scare you and quite simply I was embarrassed! I hated being connected to wires and drips and having everyone do everything for me. I felt like a little child and couldn’t bring myself to tell you that everything wasn’t OK. So if I’m ever upset and you can’t figure out why, remember I may not be telling you every little detail.

9. I’m a professional at wearing fake smiles. 

I get up, get ready for school and put on my best fake smile. Like how you put on your jacket everyday, I put on my smile. It helps me stay positive and makes it easier and less awkward for you if I don’t look like I’m being stabbed in the back every few seconds. My smile is my favorite accessory.

10. The simplest things can be a major achievement for me.

I was asked to write an essay for school called “I skill I am proud to have developed.” I spent hours telling myself I have no skills and I’m barely able to walk, when really the skill I am proudest to have developed is walking! After not being able to walk for eight months, I learned to walk again with the help of my amazing team of physiotherapists, occupational therapists and doctors, and to say I am proud of myself is an understatement. But when I tell my friends and classmates this they look at me as if I’ve got two heads. They don’t realize this achievement is like climbing Mount Everest to me. This hurts me deeply as this is the third time in two years that I have had to relearn this skill. They don’t realize the amount of effort, energy and pain I’ve had to endure to be able to take a few steps. How frustrating it is when your physiotherapist has to physically lift your leg forward because your leg won’t step forward on its own. So when I finally manage to take a step on my own, please try and understand why I’m so happy and proud to be able to do this. 

11. There are good days and bad days.

This goes for most people but especially people who suffer with chronic pain. There sare days when I feel like I can do anything — go to school, go to music class, do some studying — what most people would classify as a “normal day.” Those days are great and I go to sleep every night praying, please let tomorrow be a good day! But there are also bad days, and those days can range from me feeling a bit sorer than usual to not being able to get out of bed. Sometimes if I do too much, than I can expect to have a “bad day” the next day, but other times they come out of nowhere. These days I try my hardest to keep going and I wear my fake smile, but it can be really exhausting. That’s why when I’m having a good day, I make the most of them. 

12. “How do you have this problem? You’re only 15.”

I have been asked this question millions of times in the last few years, not just from my friends but also from doctors and nurses. Yes, I do understand it is very rare for somebody to have needed two discectomies by their 15th birthday, but telling me that “Your granny has this problem” or for my doctor to tell me “This is what you’d expect to find in an 80-year-old” doesn’t make me feel any better! I realize my back is not normal for a teenager and that my grandad’s back is probably in better condition than mine, but I can’t help it. It may be rare, but it is very much real and I’m the one who has to live with an “80-year-old’s back” every day. 

I’ll forever be grateful for all the love and support my friends give me, don’t get me wrong, but I wish they would just understand that everything isn’t always as simple as is seems. My life is like a movie — a lot happens behind the scenes.

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On the Nights 'Painsomnia' Steals My Sleep


This morning I sat at the kitchen table and cried.

Alone, while my dogs were napping after their breakfasts and my husband was in the shower getting ready for his day.

Those quiet, yet powerful sobs I’d mastered as a child growing up in a household where any show of emotion would be turned and twisted against me.

About a month ago, I wrote about how sleep was my only escape from the relentless pain. I’ve lost that, too. It’s been a couple weeks since the medicine I used to take to help me sleep through each pain-filled night stopped working. Now, no matter what I do, I wake up multiple times a night, in terrible pain, praying to fall asleep again. I usually do after an hour or two, but it never lasts until I’m again ripped awake.

Being in pain all the time was bad enough. Being sleep deprived and exhausted —which, lucky me, also only makes pain worse.

So sometimes I sit and cry, in pain, exhausted, and wishing for a few uninterrupted hours of sleep.

I can’t even nap anymore. I try. I end up lying there, awake, in pain, and frustrated.

I never had trouble sleeping before in my life.

And when I do sleep, I dream about my pain or things tangentially related to it: going to one doctor or another and getting bad news.

My edges are so frayed from pain and exhaustion, the little functioning I could manage before is all but stolen from me. Even making a telephone call seems like a monumental task. Writing can be impossible because my brain can’t seem to figure out what a word is more than a gesture and “thing,” let alone how to spell it. Yesterday I was trying to text a friend and I nearly gave up because the word “adjective” suddenly seemed like it was written in a foreign script as I could not figure out how to spell it even remotely close enough for the autocorrect to help.

And that makes me cry, too.

I’m known for being an extremely patient, understanding and nice person. But pain and lack of sleep has changed me. Even my mother remarked about how I’ve changed. I yell and snap at people and even my dogs with almost no prompting. I dropped the remote this weekend and lost it — I threw it into the couch and started yelling — all because I thought I’d finally broken it for good. And then, even after my husband determined it was not broken after all, I cried for a good 10 minutes, unable to stop.

I hate that this is what my life has become.

The one thing that helps carry me through even the worst days — besides my amazing and supportive husband — are the people I’ve met through social media who also suffer from chronic illness and pain. I text regularly with one friend in particular, one of the few people who truly “gets” what I’m going through. Even if we can’t do more than chat with each other and swap doctor horror stories, it’s still nice to have someone to “dump on” where I don’t need to explain myself, and she doesn’t need to explain herself to me, either.

We’re both waging the same war.

I know it’s a cliche, but when I say you’re not alone fighting your own invisible chronic illness, battling daily pain that has changed your life, you’re not.

It may feel that way too often, since chronic pain can be isolating. But we’re there. Quietly pinning away on Pinterest in the dead of night, logging hundreds of hours on Netflix, and blogging about our experiences when we can.

Every day I remind myself: It’s OK to cry. Just try not to give up.

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What Feeling ‘Better’ Looks Like When You Have a Chronic Illness


Something peculiar can happen when one is chronically unwell; the measure of comparison against normalcy just vanishes and is replaced by stages of unwellness and disease.

In practical terms that means some chronically ill folks like myself may have forgotten what being “well” feels like. How much does a person who is well feel on any given day? What’s the threshold for fatigue between well and unwell people? And at what point is pain pathological as opposed to the aches and pains everyone simply gets sometimes? When you add the fact that people sometimes adapt to the realities of life without even realizing this process is happening, we get a problematic scenario.

A few months ago, my doctor told me my health had deteriorated further. I couldn’t understand this at all. Sure I was exhausted, slept a lot and was in a lot of pain. But you see, my point of reference for the past 10 years has been exhaustion, pain and one health issue after another. Normalcy is no more. And when that happens, even deterioration is hard to detect for the person experiencing it.

So I went back to the basics. I talked to a friend of mine about activities healthy people can do on any given day. It turns out healthy folks are able to take a shower once a day if they so choose, can do more than one activity a day without collapsing, can function on seven to eight hours of sleep a day and generally don’t experience pain requiring more than a couple of over-the-counter pain relief pills to tackle.

I knew my daily life wasn’t the daily life of a healthy person, but what had eluded me was how far removed it had gotten away from “normal.” So I got a pen and paper and wrote down all the things I usually did in a normal day.

I sleep for 12-14 hours and still wake up feeling exhausted. I require high doses of medications to control pain, so I can put one foot in front of the other and get out of bed. I avoid supermarkets, shopping centers, drinks with friends, restaurants, coffee shops, parks and playgrounds because they involve walking, exhaustion and worsening symptoms. I have to dress like the weather is always tropical — even when it’s snowing — to control the swelling, redness, heat and pain of my limbs whose nerves are malfunctioning.

If that is the everyday reality of my health, then how do I even begin to gauge improvement or deterioration within it? This may sound ridiculous, but my personal measure is showers.

At my best, I have a shower in the morning and a bath before bed every single day. When I feel mildly unwell, that gets cut down to a quick shower every morning. Moderately unwell means a shower every two to three days. The stage of “I should be in hospital attached to drips” means a shower every seven to 10 days. If I allow myself to cross the 10-day mark without a shower, we’re at ICU level of disease activity. This gauge of disease mayhem against ordinary day to day activities is, of course, different for each of us and depends on the things we most enjoy doing on a good day.

So you see, my “better” may never be what the general population may think of as better. My experiences of life and normalcy will always be different. And that’s OK. “Better” may never mean cured or stabilized, but if it means getting to do a few more of the simple things one enjoys doing a bit more frequently, then that’s something we could all aim for and celebrate perhaps.

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Why I Say 'I’m OK' Despite My Chronic Pain


We’ve all heard it before, especially as people with chronic pain. Your aunt or grandma comes over and says, “Oh honey, and how are we feeling?” You may sort of stare and think of what you’re going to say. Me? I just use my go-to phrase, “I’m OK.” Many people seem to think if you look OK and act OK, you must be fine. That’s the thing with those who are chronically ill and have chronic pain — we become experts in hiding our pain from other people. Each person has a different reason for doing this. Mainly, I do it for my own emotional protection because I don’t want to be asked the typical 20 questions about it for one simple reason: it’s never going to change. It gets worse at some points, better at others, but that’s rare. It’s never going to go away.

Many people say it just to be nice because they feel uncomfortable around others. And do I want to make them feel more uncomfortable by responding, “No, my skull feels like it’s constantly being sawed into and whenever I touch my scalp it feels like it’s on fire. Whenever I sit a certain way, my tubing moves onto a nerve and it feels like you just stabbed me with a big wooden stick all over?” Of course not because that just makes it more awkward. I sure don’t know what I would say if someone just threw that out there when I was standing next to them.

The truth: I’m in terrible pain all the time, but I don’t want you to feel awkward, especially if I’m out having fun. Just keep it in mind that I am in pain 24/7.

I’m afraid of the future. I’ve been told I’m only going to get worse as time goes on and have more and more surgeries. Yes, there are those rare cases where you don’t need surgery for 20 years or so, but in my case the chances of that happening are slim to none. I know none of this is my fault. I know my illness is just completely unpredictable and that’s the reason I have chronic pain. Some days I feel better than others, but some days I really do not. I know there’s nothing I can do about it. I just have to accept it and move on.

Yes, right now, I am doing better than I have in a long time, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m constantly in pain. And yes, I smile through chronic pain. Yes, I laugh through chronic pain. It’s the same way a mother who’s just given birth and in immense pain, can be so happy and in awe as she looks down at this baby she just helped create.

So yes, ask me how I’m doing. I don’t want you to be afraid of asking me. Just don’t be surprised if you get the same answer all the time.

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6 Challenges Healthy People May Not Realize Are Caused by Chronic Pain


Chronic pain isn’t just constant pain, though that would be more than enough for anyone to handle. The truth is that chronic pain always brings friends. These added challenges are obvious, but rarely taken into consideration by “healthy” people. Remembering that like all bullies, chronic pain travels with a gang can help to better understand the life of someone in chronic pain.

When you are in pain it can be very hard to think beyond the pain and see the big picture. So in many cases, even those in chronic pain may not realize that’s what’s making them tired, sleepless, cranky, ruining their concentration, their self-esteem, and causing them to isolate themselves. So if you love someone who is suffering from chronic pain and notice some or all of these other symptoms, show a little extra compassion as you now know why they are feeling that way. Maybe even offer some insight if they aren’t aware, but be kind about it. We need kind words and gentle hugs more than anything else in the world.

1. Pain is exhausting. We have all had a bad headache, a twisted knee or a pulled muscle, and by the end of the day it is a monumental effort just to read the mail. You may not have consciously realized it, but the pain that has relentlessly nagged you through out the day can drain you as bad as any flu. Even when you try to ignore pain, it will stay in the back of your mind, screaming for attention, draining away all your energy. With chronic pain this is amplified because it isn’t just one day; it is months or even years of struggling to live with this very demanding monkey on your back. I’m tired just thinking about it.

2. Pain can cause poor sleep. You would think that after a long day of fighting with constant pain, sleep would be a great reprieve. Unfortunately, this can be just a dream (pun intended). First, chronic pain can make it hard to get to sleep and stay asleep. The pain will pull me right out of deep sleep. But even when you do sleep, the pain signals continue going to your brain and can cause sleep to be broken, restless and oddly enough, exhausting.

3. Pain can make you cranky. Chronic pain sufferers aren’t (all) just cranky buggers by nature. Pain drains me physically and mentally. When I am in pain, even the simplest things feel overwhelming and people tend to react accordingly. You may have only asked your spouse with chronic pain if they would like to go to a movie, but in their head they have considered if they can sit still that long, how much medication it would require, if they have the energy, if they will stay awake through the movie, how high their pain is now and how it might increase, if they go will it make getting through tomorrow harder, and most importantly, given all this, will it be any fun. They didn’t grouch at you for the fun of it, pain just makes it very hard to remember that everyone else is coming from a totally different perspective, where a movie is just, well, a movie.

4. Pain can kill your concentration. Most chronic pain patients fight like crazy to live a normal life.  They try to ignore the pain and go about their days, but it’s just not that easy. Even when you ignore pain, push it to the back of your brain and focus on, say, work, pain doesn’t give up. You can sit at your desk, working on your computer, trying to concentrate, while your pain plays the part of a toddler desperate for your attention. Pain will poke you, tug at your clothes, spill juice on your keyboard, scream your name and try to use your arm and leg as practice for the uneven bars. No matter how hard I try to tune it out, part of my brain is always processing the pain and it often pulls my concentration to terrifyingly low levels.

5. Pain can damage your self-esteem. Say the pain has made you tired, cranky and killed your concentration. Being exhausted all the time makes everything more of a challenge than it should be, your quick temper may have strained or destroyed once-strong interpersonal relationships, and your inability to concentrate might have hurt your job performance. You can’t do what you want to do with your time even when you try, and it seems like everyone is mad or unhappy with you no matter your efforts. Life as you know it is crumbling and all because of… you? Many pain sufferers blame themselves for these failings, remembering that they used to be able to do everything. They may see chronic pain as a sign of weakness or a personal defect they should be able to overcome. The end result is that on top of everything else chronic pain damages your self-esteem.

6. Pain can cause isolation. When you’re in constant pain, probably the last thing you want to do is attend the company party, the neighbor’s backyard barbecue, or even small gatherings with your closest friends and family. Your friends and family are still the light of your life, but the physical and mental energy it requires to go out and be social can be just too much to handle. You start to bow out of parties and cancel plans, not because you don’t want to go, but because you just can’t. Eventually people may stop inviting you, calls to make plans decline, and the scary thing is, you might not mind. The pain has slowly but surely isolated you.

What about you? What are some effects of pain that seem obvious, but aren’t?

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