Monday, August 6, 2018

This years health explanation/recap. What's been going wrong?

Dark days come and dark days go. (I had a bright day last week, well moment because I don't go a whole day without symptoms currently, but I'll take any good times!) 
I have not slept in two days now. (I slept for around 2 1/2 hours the past 48 hours straight.) I just realized I did not blog. So, here is a post. I'm so tired and I just finished round 2 of my IVIG dose. So I'm pretty worn down. (IVIG makes you sickly, flu like durning infusions. Luckily it dissipates within a few days drastically.) I don't know that's I've really given the story of what's all been going on with my health this year. Obviously it's drastically declined. So I'm going to recap it and try to keep it shortened. It is pretty confusing, even for me. The IVIG we started almost a year ago for my POTS. I hit the autoimmune criteria. So, since I was in a good partial remission and starting to have issues again, we did what we could to try to save my health. (So we started IVIG infusions as, they had started to publish that in certain POTS patients whom hit the criteria, where having drastic positive changes after being on IVIG. It takes 1 year to really tell.) It is rough and I got really sick back in November neurologically which wasn't a fun month. I had a miragine for over a month straight with three rounds of steroids/nerve blocks throughout my spine, head, and even some facial muscles/nerves. I was on many migraine medications and literally nothing worked. I had stroke high Blood pressure for that month as well. (Which POTS actually gives us low Blood pressure. So I normally run a low blood pressure. None the less, no one should be having stroke high blood pressures.) I had some seizures but the nurses never got the doctors. They happened fast, maybe a minute at the most. I looked like I had a stroke, (facial dropping/tremmors, and I couldn't talk. I had normal scans/testing  and was in the hospital. Everyone knew something was clearly wrong but, no answers came. Finally we got to come home as the immediate danger of the thought to be "brain bleed" or Spinal fluid leak was not.. (Thankfully) They called it a chronic migraine cycle and thought he severe pain was elevation the blood pressure. I did get slowly back towards being on my feet but around Christmas time, I caught a 48hr stomach virus. This virus changed the course of disease for me. This is why I am so upset when people knowingly expose people to their germs. I am more susseptable to catching germies because I have to suppress my immune system so it can't attack my body so badly. This means we know my imunnesystem down permanetly.  If I get a simple virus, my whole life can change negatively permanently. And this time it did... (I have neurological Gastroparesis, due to Dysautonomia/POTS.) So when my POTS gets bad it takes my GI function with it. We faught the flare but I just couldn't cut it and I ended up hospitalized with starvation and, I had to go back in Feburary and get a feeding tube placed once more. I started Jejunal feeding but, it didn't go well at first. I ended up hospitalized for a week with an out patient surgery. My feeds where too low, they could not  let me leave without bare minimum nutrition. I've gotten better with my tummy but it's up and down. I do eat solids but in the same day I may reject simple water though my small intestine. It's super wonky and my body despises the nutrients it needs. I tend to eat unhealthy foods because they are easy to digest, so I don't feel icky. It's something I have to monitor and make sure I'm logging in my diet and manipulating with formula daily. I've started having what appears to be seizures. That was the end of April. I woke up in the middle of the night I only remember a few seconds of it. Which it really isn't normal to remember them. I also started a chronic migraine cycle. This time also accompanied by a "stroke face" and I even had speech disturbances, I had severe full body temmors come in with this and last. So we with the Neurologist, decided to stop the IVIG, because I have been so sick since starting it. (Now remember I only started it due to starting to get sickly again.) We had to pull it and see. That was the Only way to know. We stopped this treatment of IVIG. Then Neurologist ran an EEG and they mimicked with lights, the larger seizures that had just started, no doctors where on staff unfortunately, and the test was normal. They did not have cameras up as well. So they missed it but the tech saw. Witnessed the speech, stroke symptoms, tremmors, and what literally appears to be an epileptic seizure. (For 30minutes). I then couldn't walk or talk and my leg turned in and locked. They of course told me not to go to a hospital unless it didn't stop after an hour, because it looks just like an epileptic seizure, I ran the risk of being out in life support due to the severe sedation that likely would be administered to stop the seizure. In reality it wouldn't have worked because, they were not epileptic. (There isn't any other options it's pretty strict rules.)  These symptoms stayed and lingered this time for good while off and on. We did IV steroids in large doses to break this "cycle" of sorts. It helped but only while I was on it. As the steroids wore off the symptoms came back with a vengeance. I did have some issues within my actual health care being taken care of but, they have worked it out and fixed this. I also got kicked off my Cromolyn Sodium which is one of the only Mast Cell Stabilizers that actually treat my Mast Cell Dysfunction. (Mast Cell is and Allergic reaction. Basically due to my nervous system malfunctioning, my body isn't regulating it's mast cells. We get rid of them with our ANS &, for unknown reasons, my body is is it holding onto them. We do know it's common in POTS patients.) So, these Mast cells dysfunctioning trigger my neurological state. (Which is frusterating because the Nervous System is the Culprit. So we end up going in a circle an have to try to break the vicious cycle.) So I've been back on my mast cell meds for about 2 weeks. My rashes are better (not gone) a.k.a what all my doctors, even a dermatologist, and allergist-immunologist said was acne. No, it's a clear mast cell rash. And it does look like acne. I also have flushing hot red skin in my cheeks and ears. It's comparable to a sunburn. It's gets red a physically hot. This is a mast cell sign*. But with time I was having severe neuropathy and pressure in my skull and base of neck that was/is horrendous for a long while. It was no longer a migraine anymore. I knew the pressure was not stress either. I im had to go down that road. Again, which was hard because I knew It wasn't that! I kept having a burning brain, and my right side of my spine was burning. I started getting worsening neurological symptoms. I went into full body tremmors. Very Parkinson's like, for example. Now POTS can make you tremmor, but this was much more severe. The right side of my body was effected clearly. I was put back on the IVIG after around 3months. This Is what  improved it. I was talking better and my brain on fire calmed more. But I kept feeling off mentally. Then it became very clear my anti-seizure medication was causing me severe side effects over the time of a few weeks, mentally. It also quit working for the small fiber nerve pain in my skin tissue.  Which is why I was prescribed it originally. I also got lucky to have my PCP do labwork of the levels of the Anti-seizure medication in my blood. As the "non-epileptic seizures" got worse. It came back toxic in my blood the same day I put it together, that my medicine was messing with me. Which still is weird because we never changed dosing up to that point and I wasn't on a maximum dose. All I can figure is I built an immunity to it and it stopped working. This does happen with nerve pain treatments, or my paralyzed GI tract wasn't absorbing properly and messing with the doses.  I called and we tapered off of it. I felt better once we cut the dose in half. Then two weeks later Neuro took me off of it for obvious I reasons. Well not even 24hrs later my seizures and neurological state flipped out. It got very bad. Worse then ever. I failed pretty much every neurological clinical test. It was frightening. I sometimes can't even say one simple word. For instance the word one comes out, "oh-nnn-Ee" very stuttered and slow. And then I flip my words around or I saw words that maybe start similar and are so far from what I'm thinking. I'm not getting out what I'm thinking. It comes out differently. And I get really ticked off and frusterated. The biggest concern was no visible gag reflex. And this led doctor to going towards the diagnosis of ALS. Which my heart sank into the floor when I even heard mention of that. And it was highly suspected to be the issue, it wasn't just lightly mentioned. I did go and get a blessing immediately and it gave me peace but the fear would come in miserable waves and take me down. I finally got into neurologist a week later. He does not think that's it or has ever been. (He actually specializes in ALS, so that was a releif.) He reviewed videos of the worsening symptoms, & smaller seizures that have not gotten tested. So, at this point I truly didn't care about seizures. I only cared about what is wrong? And why was I being scared with the talk of having ALS by another doctor? We did MRIs of brain and CT scans. Neuro did say I most likely have a nasal spinal fluid leak. But they are extremely hard to show in a test. That being said... I actually get releif from letting the spinal fluid drain out of my nose. So fixing the leak would likely be more of a problem then a help. When I get a build up and migraine pressure, I let it leak out and it gives me almost full releif. It's not drainage it's pure salt water and it's like being drowned under water. It's a lot of fluid. It was extremely scary when it started because uh, my body was drowning in me. Lol.  So when they fix those in patients like me, the fluid has no where to go and then high spinal fluid pressure issues come on. It's relatively safe. So leaving it alone is best for now. So that was good news. But obviously... What is wrong with me now is the big question!! I have a handful of autoimmune disease confirmed. Proof, but no rheumatologist will touch me or offer any help because, I quote, "my medical state is too complex." So I can't get a rheumatologist on board. Which is sadly common across POTS patients. Luckily prior to finding a POTS dx, I had an amazing well known, rheumatologist who was in his nineties! Study me... He did end up diagnosing me of Sjögren's Syndrome, and I had a definite dx of Lichen Planus. But he could never figure what the heck was wrong. Sure I had these other things, but something was wrong, and he worked very hard to try figuring it out for a few years. He sadly passed away and since that point, despite trying, I'm unable to find any rheumatologist in my state who wants to take me on and help me. They show me the door and say they can't. Honestly I'm thankful for their honesty. I ended up getting officially diagnosed with POTS/Dysautonomia and of course, we thought that this was the issue. It was considered rare then and doctors still don't know what POTS is, so it's hard to figure out. I do have POTS. I ended up loosing all my gastric motility of the stomach and partial of the small intestine just 3 short months after learning I had POTS. I was put on the sodium-fluid diet regimen and, I attempted cardio. (On my own which I didn't have the knowledge of how to recover from full body deconditioning.) and I did do some mast cell cocktail but about 6 months in I was told I was out of options. I nearly starved to death by the day out of my GI's negligence. But luckily TPN saved my life. It took one doctor whom I had never seen to listen to me, and I was shut down. Then we went through feeding through the small intestine and bypassing my stomach. I was very sick for years. Caught a flu in the middle of summer, and had a surgery and we joked happily I woke up a different person. I ate for the first time in years the next day after surgery and I didn't get ill. Now it was a loonngg process but I made full Remission of Gastroparesis for over a year and I also had my feeding tube removed successfully for 4 months. It would have been longer but, we were playing it safe. I was in partial remission of POTS/Dysautonomia for a year and a half until I started having some fevers and slight issues. It seemed very autoimmune. So we did Immuno supression therapy again and then that's when we started the IVIG a year ago. In Novemeber I  had a clear flare up of something. Then never was the same after this, but I got better, had some bad days... Then it hit me worse like a ton of bricks in April! We stopped the IVIG thinking it could have been the issue. It was not. I only got worse without it. I started having eye issues, my vision worsened, I had a blind spot for days, and my eye was moving uncontrollably to the left. I walk funny but not super obvious. It was always right sided until last month, I moved to the left side after they put me back in the IVIG. My right side immediately was better, the spot u had gotten on my lower right side spine cleared up. I still have issues in this side though, I drag my right leg and I have issues. I don't have the whole heal toe thing down anymore. No matter how hard I try to. I tremmor so severely I can't always hold myself up and my balance has Diminished. Is up and down throughout the day each day. It's ibe bug Rollercoaster. This past few months has been honestly frightening. I did have high blood pressure for a while. (Stroke high). Then all the serious neurological symptoms. I started having low oxygen as well, and we hoped it was a fluke thing but, my Mom caught it again the other evening when I got dark circles under my eyes and purple lips. Neuro doesn't know what to do for this or how to help it. It makes no sense. If my respiratory response is effected by POTS it's merely because my heart beats to fast for my lungs to keep up properly but, it never effects anything. Not cool lungs...   So what Neurology thinks* is happening is I have an autoimmune disease of shorts that's attacking my brain or nervous system. But what we do know is how incredibly hard to test for these things truly is! It's like a needle in a hay stack. He did not specify to one autoimmune condition or even mention which ones. But assured me not deadly. Which after the ALS scare and thinking I was dying literally. I don't mind that so much these days. Because that worry nearly gave me a heart attack. It could technically be mast cell issues causing really bad neurological issues, or both but, we don't know. What we know is in November I spent a time in the hospital with more then one neurologists in my room in the middle of the night. (We all know neurologists don't come in teams and start shoving needles into your spine for no reason in the middle of the night. I was that scary looking as in danger.) They gave me every treatment in the books for over  month to break the migraine cycle and nothing worked. My BP remained elevated  severely. I had started mini seizure-like episodes.  What broke this was IVIG. Then again months later, we did IV steroids in high doses and this had a positive response. I also had fevers. We quit IVIG in April, I got worse. Way worse. I fever when symptomatic. The butterfly rash could be mast cell or autoimmunity. We restarted IVIG and it made such a difference I was shocked, but it didn't last? None the less, a positive response. All the immune therapies seem to only help. That's what we know. Neuro. Upped my IVIG as he didn't realize I was not staying steady and on week 3 I would dip. Then on week four I'd get my monthly dose. So it was causing my system hills and valleys instead of remaining level. Easy fix we do it more often. He didn't have any magical fixes or answers but, he thinks with treatment of mast cells and starting me on an out of the country mast cell stabilizer that we will get that more controlled. Then upping the IVIG hopefully will allow me to get out of this nasty flare up. He has high hopes of remission again but, it's gonna take time and critiquing of treatments. I am going to have specialty lab work done to test for markers in my blood of autoantibodies or antigens my immune system may be throwing and attacking my brain and/or nervous system. They of there, just can help us see if something is going on and pinpoint better. But testing is hard. He wants an EEG over many days time. So he isn't convinced there is nonepileptic seizures as they only tested the new ones. (The videos were useful.) I'm curious of my body and wonder what's going on. Is it POTS or is there something new wrong? Or is it I've had this going on over the years but I have so many health conditions it hasn't been obvious until now? Here's the fun part. We don't know. But I'm pretty good with where things sit right now as far as handling it all. And I know how tricky it is to pinpoint these things. I just feel incredibly blessed to have a future here on Earth. I've almost died, but being told you really might be dying from a scary degenerative neurological disease that is not even treatable, is a whole different thing! It's awful and I wouldn't wish it on anyone ever!my heart goes out to those who warrior through such things! You are incredibly brave and are in my thoughts and prayers!  I have had to deal with a little post trauma from this but, it's getting better with time. It's been a little process. Hard to even explain honestly. I know about the sick life, that things can happen to our bodies and doctors can't alway fix it or honestly even know what to do for you. I've looked at doctors stare at me in their own fear and panick. I've had hospitalists beg me what to do because they did not know. I know how precious Healy is and how life is and that it can be taken that fast and unfortunately bad things do happen. But I know Heavenly Father loves us despite the hard times. He endures with us. He isn't punishing us, he is letting us learn and grow so we can return home to him one day. He won't always remove the burden but he can always make it lighter. There is a bigger reason for our earthly sufferings. This I do know with all my heart. We don't have all the answers now, things don't always make sense, but that's what faith is. Even if it's the small twig, it's faith. So I keep fighting and moving forwards in faith. Because we have too much life to live then to sit and worry about death. We have the plan of salvation. We know we agreed to come here and gain an earthly body so we could gain these experiences. We agreed to these hardships in the pre existing, and we know if we live righteously (not perfectly, righteously. I know sometimes we confuse the two. That's where Jesus comes into play because we are learning and growing and that typically means some mistakes along the way. So thanks to him we can repent and be forgiven.) We will be reunited to our Heavenly Father again. I know he lets the pain come because there is something better for us waiting for us on the other side of the veil,  so lovely and so great that this pain in life is worth it. So good and amazing we agreed to come here to rath and endure these hard times. I'm not just talking physical ailments but any trial in this life. So when you have a hard day, or going through a rough time, just think about how lovely the reward is going to be one lovely day, when we return home and gain the full picture. I know it will all make perfect sense. If these past hardship has taught me anything, it's that life is one big suprise and we are just waiting to get to it. We are like anxious kids at Christmas waiting and counting down the days for Santa to come bringing presents. Sometimes it's painful to wait and we think we can't, but we always do make it to Christmas day! And it is as lovely as anticipated. Ironic? Isn't it? Nope. He hears you. I promise one day when the time is right, he will bring us home, we have nothing to rush, nothing to fear. Trust in him always and remember he is there. -Chelle 

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

We are OVER!

Me and my sign had a bit of a fall out the other day. If you have been around you know this sign has significant meaning in my life, spiritually. The quote is from a general conference talk. (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=q_JVIBKbbRs) A conference talk that answered my prayers years ago in the depths of sickness disparity. When life got too hard to handle, this sign lifted me up. The other day, after the worst worry of my life had consumed me. I was in bed worried sick. This sign sits in my dresser and these days I've spent a lot of time staring at it from my bed, with being ill. The emotions had built up and this sign was mocking me. I tell you this sign was in front of my face mocking me and I was not going to have it any more. I dispised this thing. So, in my moment of pain and anger... I took the sign and said, "we are through. You and me we are over!" And I took him and I walked outside straight to the garbage bins and I threw him away. This sign no longer represented my current circumstances. This time I could not "come what may and love it." It was too much to bear. For the first time ever, I was truly thoroughly defeated by my body. The sick was too much. It felt good to throw out the sign. I taugh it! Don't mess with me and do NOT tell me what to do! I stormed back into the house thinking I had fixed the problem.                                             Well, I calmed down, came back to my senses, and realized I had made a mistake. This sign is not mocking me, and it's not bringing me bad luck. It is definetly not telling me what to do. Ha. It is God's way of telling me it will all be okay. Just like I learned years ago, "come what may and love it." I don't always know what's ahead of me. I am walking blindly into a storm. It may be a burden so large, I may feel weak, but Heavenly Father is there to help me carry the load. I missed my sign before the end of the day. I ended up half way in the garbage bin to retrieve my old friend. Cleaned him back up and put him back home. It's okay to hurt but don't unpack and live there. Cry it out and resoften your heart and, let Heavenly Father lift you and your heavy burdens up. Even if it's a twig of faith, use it. Heavenly Father has been helping ease my mental pain since. It comes in waves but I'm not drowning because, my lifeguard walks on water. -Chelle 

Saturday, July 21, 2018

ALS Scare.

I had a BIG scare last week. One of my Doctors thought I had ALS. I truly thought I was going to die. (I kept thinking; "if the disease didn't get me the anxiety of thinking I was dying would have".) I do have many new worsening neurological symptoms. They range from mild to very severe. They are scary looking for sure. They definetly can alarm myself at times. I'm having difficulties with small motor skills, talking, writing, severe vision. I have facial drooping and tremmors. I have poor gait. I am tremmoring severely. It looks at times like I've had a stroke. (Basically neurologically I'm a hot mess.) this is all accompanied by fevers. I am blessed and my neurologist has ruled out ALS. He is focused on new testing for autoimmune-neurological conditions. He did not specify which ones. We are taking this one step at a time. He has upped my IVIG treatments as I have been responding positively to them. If I ever get answers, I'll let you know and add more detail. You never know who it could help. It could be a very severe case of Mast Cell Dysfunction that is causing severe wide spread neurological symptoms. Mast cells can cause these things. So we are treating the Mast Cell Dysfunction harder. Neuro seems to have high hopes for remission, but it's gonna take finding the right treatments again.  I wrote this last week, when I was scared more then I've ever been before. The whole situation didn't make sense spiritually with where I am, which gave me comfort. I'm getting married, (said yes to the dress today) finished pathways program last week, and I'm trying this Bloggerlife again. It didn't add up with what promotings I have been given but it was still a challenge. I am SO blessed. It was a long week and I know Heavenly Father was with me many times. Prior to my neurology appointment, I had a feeling I needed to say a prayer. So I told Mom, that I wanted to pray again. I looked down to cross my arms to pray, andsure  enough two flecks of glitter on each side of my shirt. So my angels were with me. Luckily, the appointment went well for me and my anxiety of having a terminal disease was eased. Though, I am still dealing with the aftermath of it all in reality. Last week I wrote this, Because I was trying to have faith within the storm. Last week's post: I'm really scared. More than I've ever been in my life medically. This hasn't happened before. I had a blessing and it gave me peace. The anxiety still waves however, when I pray, I get more peace. My family assures me it can't be. I'm still scared. I have great faith, but my heart is overwhelmed. I woke up this morning, and then remembered my current reality. I've brushed death before but this is different. Heavenly Father is the ONLY one who can help me now. The song "He will lift you heavy load and carry you" plays through my head. And "perfect peace". I can feel Heavenly Father speaking to me. I'm resting on him. I'm walking forward in faith. Scared, fully blindly, I walk in faith. I have been given an amazing partner in my life. He is perfect. We giggle and laugh. We joke and we smile, even in the worst of times. We sit in the hospital testing center, and "critic" the art on the walls. Just to be silly and take our minds off things. But he is good, so good to me. He has full faith I don't have this. For me, I'm shaking in fear, but walking in faith. Trust in God. He hears you. He knows you. No matter how scared you may feel. He is there for you. Right now, it is one minute at a time. My scriptures brought me help last night, reading in D&C 8:2 "Yea, behold, I will tell you in your mind and in your heart, by the Holy Ghost, which shall come upon you and which shall be come upon you and which shall dwell in your heart." (It was a sticky note from above, and a reminder that Heavenly Father is true, I believe in him, I know him, and now I have to trust in him. He loves me and will guide me through. ) -Chelle 

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Today Embarks a New Beggining

Side note: I have never been ashamed or embarrassed of my feeding tube. And I will never be! If someone doesn't like your feeding tube A.K.A lifeline they can just get over it! Be proud💕
Having a feeding tube, almost dying, (being saved by TPN to the day. God is good), going back into full remission, then getting my feeding tube removed, to relapse a year later, and to end up getting another feeding tube... I have been fighting it. I did not even realize it.  I have been hoping I could go back to a G tube since day one. And I still think that is a very possible option. I can eat by mouth but it's a struggle. I can't drink enough so the tube stays. Then I flare up in the middle of the night and I have to attempt to pull the food I digested 9 hours prior and avoid throwing up as much as possible. While I wait for the nausea to subside. Then I went to sleep and I haven't eaten today. This flareup opened my eyes. I have not been grateful for this blessing, that a feeding tube is to my life. And that changes now. My stomach hurts and my body doesn't even really tolerate J feeds of water. My body flares still and that's the way it is. Today something in my brain clicked. Why am I fighting my feeding tube? I had full exceptance of this tube for years. Why this time? I rocked this thing then full force, I had moxy.  What was the difference this time? I suppose, because I worked so hard to eat on my own... I never planned on getting it out prior. I didn't think it was a possibility then. Now l know with Neurological  Gastroparesis I can improve and go into remission. But with the term "remission" that just means it's good for now... It can always come back. Otherwise it would be called, "cured". And that's the way the cookie crumbles. So I may as well accept it like before, and embrace this feeding tube!  I know for a fact there is nothing to not love about a feeding tube! It hydrates me daily, it provided nutritional support, it saves me in flares ups from vomiting violently. I would not have gotten over this flare up in two days time without the tube. I would have needed IV fluids, a trip to the ER, and my body would have gotten even more down. It would have wrecked havoc on my Dysautonomia. Who knows how long I would have been down for without the feeding tube. The truth is I love my tube and what it does for my health. But I struggled this time because I fell out of remission. And a lot of blood sweat and tears went into me getting to the point of remission. I will never quit fighting my Gastroparesis. I will eat as much as I can. So now We are back  on the Fast food diet! It has a lot of pros... You can eat while virtually doing almost anything, anytime, and any where. Even in your sleep. You get very  well measured nutrition. (That's way harder to attain in a diet by eating solid food.) I don't have to cook if I don't want to cook. No dirty dishes. See there is always something good in the messy life we live. The best is yet to come. This tube is amazing and a blessing! If you have a feeding tube #rockit. I have peace in my heart. No more fighting life just embracing it fully, the way Heavenly Father intended, one day at a time-Chelle 

Thursday, July 12, 2018

I Told Myself I Would.

I told myself I would post one post a week. That's been a bit more challenging then I anticipated. Life is very busy right now. I'm almost done with school, meaning finals are being prepared. I am planning a wedding. I am very much dealing with chronic fatigue and health issues. I feel like my strength is totally gone, spending most of my time in bed I am deconditioned. Something I swore would never happen to me, again. Yet somehow it did. I believe highly in excersice in POTS. But there are time when my POTS wins, I won't lie. I have relapsed and I have new scary unresolved symptoms. I have had a severely hard time getting proper medical care. I've been pretty neglected by some* of my important caregivers. It was all high fives and praise until my relapse hit. Basically most of my doctors have ran away since I relapsed. (They all knew a relapse could happen.) That's been SUPER hard on me. I would say the most hard thing is this feeling. I trusted my caregivers and those few have left me in hard times. I won't go into detail but it has been very rough on me. It has effected my health negatively as well. I have very treatable symptoms not being treated currently due to pure negligence of one of my specialist. It has been very draining of my time and energy to attempt to get medical care lately. I spend many hours in the phone typically every single day. Even putting in that kind of time, I'm still being literally ignored. My doctor isn't looking at what's wrong, or really listening. The Doc is more focused on how hard it's going to be to figure t out. And that's where things have ended here. On top of that you know, I have a lot of supplies to keep track of as well. If you're chronically ill and debilitated you understand how sometimes medical care alone consists of overwhelming stress. We work every day to give our bodies what normal bodies should do without even thinking. I do things to help "fix". autonomic bodily functions, you will never think about. Did I mention I was tired? Lol. I will be happy to complete the Pathways Program through BYUI. If you are a member of the church any adult age, it's worth it. It is not easy as some people will likely portray. Typically, people who have never done the program will be the ones telling you how easy it is. lol. I assure you it takes time, work, and effort... But it is worth it! I feel very blessed and grateful! I have had a rough year but I assure you God all along told me I wouldn't be cured, but that I would function again. I would have a life. And sure enough, when I open my eyes, and look up, I am completing the pathways program and I am getting married! That's two normal people things. I remember those days of humility. I was SO crushed by life of being disabled and so sick. I didn't know if I would live through this. I wondered how I would EVER be something resembling normal again. I would miss my old self and cringe at the new. I would waiver with Heavenly Father to "please just let me be normal again." "I will be happy with the simple life," I would tell him. I was crushed, broken hearted, and I did not know how things would work out. But I had hope. I shared my story and did what God told  me to do. Somehow under all of it, I still hoped and had faith. Some days more then others. But I am living proof that you can find love and happiness in this world! You are so much more than your body! Your body's limitations are not you! You may have to live a bit differently, but the people who love you, will only keep loving you. I know what it's like to wish for normalcy after a heart wreching year.(or seven) but you keep doing the best you can in faith, and it will all work out. Maybe, not how you planned it, but the plan God has in store for you. Remember he has the bigger picture. But good things are always going to be placed in our lives, it merely depends on how we look at things. I believe if God takes something good away in our lives it is because he is replacing it with something even better. Take heart, the best is yet to come! Sincerely, -Chelle 

Sunday, July 8, 2018

Simple Hope

Tonight will be simple, a message of hope to all. Especially the chronic or disabled. Never say never, never throw in the towel, & most importantly never give up hope. Because just yesterday, I sat in the living room of my future house thinking "I did it." (Almost) I am getting married and I get to have a family of my own. The only thing I truly care about in the world is family, it's the anchor of my soul. And it crushed me to think I wouldn't have one due to chronic debilitating health issues. I never thought anyone would ever love me let alone love me (with all my flaws and illnesses) enough to marry me. In my head it was out of the cards, and it hurt, daily. I would miss my old self and wonder what my life "would have been like" repeatedly. I would waiver with God to just give me a "normal" life. I would be content with the basic life and necessities. I just wanted a family of my own. I begged and pleaded. Because in my head my life was over in many ways. It was me, myself, & I. The storm left nothing resembling my old self. And then before I knew it, the one fell into my life out of NOWHERE. Flaws and all. It's a crazy life. But I promise someone will love you. You can have the happy ever after even if you're sick or disabled. (Things all my family and loved ones told me I was capable of... But I was too stubborn to believe.) So believe those friends and family members who say, when the time is right, Mr. Right will be there!  I don't have all the answers to life or anyone's love life's, & I won't pretend to but the message is... Dream, hope, and have faith that someone special is out there and you can have a family. No matter what you've been through  or where you've been. And no matter how alone you feel rely on your Heavenly Father because he ALWAYS loved you & will always be there for you. He has a plan for you eternal. Always, always, dream. Xo -Chelle 

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Confessions of Disability.

Something interesting has happened to me this year. (This has happened to me in the past as well.) I no longer go anywhere unattended. I stay home alone often yet, I never leave the house alone... And I have a HUGE confession, it's completely and totally embarrassing to me. I used to be social, outgoing, and I took on the world. I now at 25 years old, am engaged but I can't leave my house alone? That's when I realized that I can leave my house alone. I don't always need another person with me... But it isn't the safest nor always the most effective way to get tasks completed outside of the home for me. When you are disabled, no matter how hard you try. And you know you try hard not to... We tend to compare ourselves to others in the world. (Or at least I do. I admit it.) And the sicker I get the more I sink my feet in and get stubborn. I then compare myself even more to others. Then of course I rapidly spiral into an anxious-stress ball, looser, weeping, burden. I have times where I really struggle with wanting to be "normal" again. I miss the old me. And I have a hard time navigating the meter that measures if I am failing at life. Am I doing good enough? I can't hardly keep up with half of what it takes to survive and sustain life. I simply do not have the energy. My body uses it all fighting day in and day out the many illnesses I wear. Some days, or weeks... Though I love makeup dearly and do enjoy getting dolled up, I have to skip the routine. Some days I just throw my hair up in a messy bun or forfit the curls. This makes me feel lazy or ugly. Sometimes like a coward and I remember the girl who gleamingly would jump out of bed very early in the mornings  with enhusiasm and excitement to put her makeup on. Now the same girl turned woman... Can barely make it out of bed? And if she is lucky she will complete her daily tasks that most people will never have to even consider doing. (Calling doctors/pharmacies/insurance/home-health. Organizing medications and medical supplies strategically. Making sure she has what's needed for survival for the next few days. Once these tasks are completed that take several hours per day, then she can move onto "normal" or "regular" tasks. Often times, she looses her energy and has to stop and rest. Rest is also different, it takes more rest for a lower pay off. I have to plan strategically what I can attend or can not simply by the guessing game of the energy surplus, that I may or may not have. And don't double book. No we can not attend, or do two things two days in a row. We are lucky to get one thing in a day done. You see I realized I wasn't being fair by comparing myself because, as a chronically ill disabled woman... I work hard. I may not put in a 9-5 job but I most certainly put in all my energy at all hours into functioning at a lower rate. I strategize so I can appear okay on the outside no matter how many symptoms are ravishing my  insides, or how mentally and physically drained I may be. I am pushing the smile because I only have one life too. And I want to be with my  loved ones and family. I want to share moments and memories. I want to forget about what's happening in my body and I want to serve others too. I miss the days when I could offer to help someone. Without a thought I could volunteer my time and services. I could help another, now it seems as if I'm always only asking for help and I rarely get to return the favors. I feel like a child often trapped in an adult life. But I know that comparing myself to others around me is simply not fair. Because I do work hard. I do try and I may need help but there is a LOT and I mean a lot that I do complete with absolutely no help. Ever. So yeah being disabled is hard. People judge you for not working and providing for your family or they call you a millennial (even though you're only living at home due to being disabled and choosing to pay your medical debts and bills versus having normalcy.) maybe we don't work. Maybe we can't leave the house alone. Maybe I do get anxiety because we forgot how to have a normal conversation with a normal person. I don't know what to ask about your job, kids, life... It's like living on Mars. When people ask how I am or what I am up to, it involves a small lesson from the academy of Sickville. If you're chronically sick, don't be too rough on yourself! You may have to do things differently but being normal is totally overrated anyways! Let's quit the habit of comparisons and start being proud of how hard we fight our battles. Every single day. The ones that are 24/7 and that we can never take a vacation from. Be proud friends, there is a lot of good in you, and I know you're doing better than you think! We are truly never alone in this battle. With love always, -Chelle