Who I Used to Be

By Maureen DeGarmo

There is no doubt that illness changes a person, but are those changes all negative? I have been trying to reconcile my pre-illness self with my current self, and to figure out what I have learned from my journey.

Joy: Joy is a feeling of delight or glee. Experiencing joy uplifts the spirit. Joy can brighten your day, and if you’re lucky it can carry over to the next day. I have a friend who has been battling cancer for several years, and he told me that his goal is to make at least one person laugh every day. But, it’s difficult to find joy when you don’t feel good. It seems to me that my younger self found joy more easily, and more often. I still try to find things that delight me, but I have to make a conscious effort to do so. I try to avoid movies that depress me and say yes to outside activities that will make me laugh. But, it does not seem to come as naturally as it used to.

Achievement: when I was a child, I was an over-achiever: striving to get all A’s in school and making sure that everything I needed to complete got done to very high standards. As a young adult, I was still a perfectionist to some degree, but that deep desire for perfection diminished long ago. Who has the energy? My current stance is that when you find yourself waiting until you have the energy to clean the house, and the perfectionist side of you tells you to wait until you feel good enough to make it perfect, then it will never happen. As we teach in our Illness Warriors Seminar, “Done is Better than Perfect.” My illness has indeed relaxed the achiever side of my personality. In some ways that’s good, but it also feels like my inspiration has decreased along with it.

Spirit: When I was in school, my psychology teacher asked us to list all the assignments that we had completed to earn a particular grade. My teacher was likeable and a good instructor but had a habit of changing the subject quite frequently during class. So, on my grade-requirements list, I included the fact that I was the only person who had the courage to keep a tally of how many times he had interrupted himself during a lecture (he responded to my little stunt with good humor). Little did I know that he had connections at the local newspaper and surprised me with a write-up in the gossip column.

That ‘spirited young woman’ feels like a distant memory. Although I certainly don’t have the energy that I did then, I have learned patience and calm, and to hold my tongue when I am angry or frustrated.

Creative: I used to love to craft, sew and create things. I enjoyed the process of design and seeing the finished result of something I had made. The down-side of crafting is cleaning up the mess, which of course requires more energy than I now have. Instead, I do creative work on my computer, such as PowerPoint design (which does not make a mess).

Sometimes I grieve for the joyful, creative, spirited person I used to be. Sometimes, I am thankful that I have grown. Either way, I recognize that life is not a straight line, but a series of ups and downs.

How has your illness changed you? Have those changes been both negative and positive? What have you learned about yourself?

Laughter & Healing

By Lisa Mark, C.P.O.

When I was in the throes of my illness a friend dropped by a pile of books for me to read. She told me, ‘Read the Bryson book first so you can laugh a little bit. It’ll be good for you.’ I don’t remember if I ignored her or didn’t hear her but I immediately dove into ‘The Color of Water’ by James McBride. This incredible memoir was both sad and serious.  I cried my way through the next few days as I read the book.

I was already spending a lot of time crying and really could have used a laugh. When I finished The Color of Water, I pondered the rest of the books in the pile my friend had left me and settled on Bill Bryson’s ‘A Walk in the Woods,’ a hilarious autobiography detailing the author’s attempt to hike the Appalachian Trail. I laughed my way through the book and found, to my surprise, that although I was still terribly sick, laughter brought a sense of well-being that I hadn’t yet experienced during my illness.

As I travel through my journey with illness, I discover that there are actually centers that research the effect of laughter and psychological well-being on healing. One of them, the Cousins Center for Psychoneuroimmunology at UCLA, was founded by author Norman Cousins after he was diagnosed with a particularly painful type of arthritis. During the course of his illness, he noticed that spending some time watching funny movies improved the way he felt and even enabled him to sleep for a few hours despite debilitating pain.

From the Cousins Center website:

“Science is beginning to uncover some of what happens inside the body in response to laughter. Laughter Researcher[s have] found, in clinical studies, that laughter has positive effects on the neuroendocrine-immune axis by reducing some classic stress hormones.”

There is even such a thing as ‘laughter therapy.’ And truth to that old adage: laughter is the best medicine. So despite illness being no laughing matter, perhaps a bit of laughter can help us all to feel better.

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Happiness is: Eating a Corn Dog in the Park

By Maureen DeGarmo

Recently, I had a visit with a long-time friend, whose mother lives in a nearby residential care home. My friend asked her mom if she would like to go out for a steak dinner for Mother’s Day, as they had done last year. Strangely, her mother said no, she wanted a corn dog. So, my friend and her husband picked up Mom and drove to a park. They sat in the car, ate corn dogs, enjoyed the sunshine and had a visit. It was exactly what Mom wanted, and she was content with how they celebrated Mother’s Day. Continue reading

Joy

By Maureen DeGarmo

Recently, I was driving down a street near my home, when I spotted a young woman with bright red hair, who was wearing a matching shirt. She was listening to some music, and skipping to the sound. Skipping! “When was the last time you skipped to the music?” I asked myself. Joy seemed to ooze out of this woman.

Joy is different than happiness. Continue reading