Grieving the 'Lasts' and Embracing the 'Firsts' of an Illness
Karen Kingsbury’s tear jerking poem, “Let Me Hold You a Little Longer” describes a mother’s affection, and the profound sadness laced with delight a mother endures as her precious baby grows up. A poem not only for mamas but for everyone. A reminder to us all to cherish simple daily moments to hold on to them a little longer, a little more dear to our hearts. As an individual with a chronic illness, I learn the lesson to embrace life’s precious moments sooner than my peers.
“Long ago you came to me,
a miracle of firsts:
First smiles and teeth and baby steps,
a sunbeam on the burst.
But one day you will move away
and leave to me your past,
And I will be left thinking of
a lifetime of your lasts . . .
The last time that I held a bottle
to your baby lips.
The last time that I lifted you
and held you on my hip.”
— Karen Kingsbury
I cannot help but consider my spoonie “lasts” overcome with anguish. I inquire if I understood those moments were my lasts, would I have done anything differently.
The last time I would breathe without excessive pain.
Fatigue wrapping me in chains.
The last time I walked without feeling dizzy.
The phone call or visit from that friend I cared for too much.
Heartbreak still in my clutch.
The last summer consumed with fun.
The last time the sun kissed my skin.
Life was just about to begin.
The last time I gazed in the mirror and saw me not the battle wounds of my illness.
Things on pause an awkward stillness.
Remembering each of the “lasts” is more than heartbreaking. Though I would have preferred to know those were my lasts, I doubt much would have changed. Despite being so young, I know in my heart I appreciated those moments of laughter to their fullest. I loved those people who wandered out on me with all my heart and as deeply as I understood how. Entering the chronic illness world is challenging. Furthermore, those people are forced to conform to the restrictions. Adapting to the medical testing, questions, and daily activities. Attempting to master the language. Recreating lifelong aspirations.
The first time a medical professional uttered the name of my illness.
The first time I meet another who would support me.
Laughing together, developing a friendship, providing encouragement as I wept a sea.
The first time I did self-injections.
Chronic illness is a complex journey. Oppression, delight, and countless lessons have a place. One encounters grief, frustration, sorrow, and joy. Strength and courage are necessary daily. Those with chronic illness soon become legendary inspirations for the world. Each has their unique grief with their lasts. And unique illness firsts.
If you are newly diagnosed, please know that you are not alone. While this is certainly a difficult road, there is a lot of beauty and joy. It is OK to grieve. But don’t forget to embrace the simple joys.
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