It’s been said 20 zillion times, but photographs truly have the power of transfixing a moment. When I look at certain photographs of my kids I can remember all the details of that day or moment. Mostly the good ones, but sometimes the bad ones too. One picture of Corbin that we used for a Christmas card (baby in the snow, smiling and laughing) brings back horrible memories of fear and panic – because that photo shoot happened the morning of the day he ended up in the hospital with symptoms no doctor could explain.
This is one of the good ones. I look at this photo and I can feel the wind in my face, the cool crisp day, and hear the laughter of a delighted 2-year-old trying to drive a push cart. This picture makes me smile.
I tend to remember the glorious days that rarely happen like this one. That’s because they’re pretty rare around here. I have good days and bad days, and we try to take advantage of the good ones when I can.
I’m not someone who likes to whine or complain (although my husband would contest that statement!) so it’s hard to open up and talk about personal health issues. After all, that’s MY business, right? Not yours – especially since you probably don’t care and would promptly forget it anyway. So why bother?
Today I’m tired. My reflux kiddo was up a lot last night. My hips are killing me. My meds are off or something, and I can really tell. So, since this is what’s on my mind, you get to hear about it. Sorry!
I have 2 autoimmune diseases, Hashimoto’s thyroiditis, and Vitiligo. The first one is a doozy, but can be managed. The second one is mostly cosmetic and is incurable. I have a heel spur, a partially torn hip tendon, and the beginnings of arthritis. Add that to migraines and a permanently tight IT band on my leg and that’s a recipe for a mess. Right now my body is all messed up – despite taking my meds I’m not converting them the way I should. In other words, I might as well not be taking anything.
What does that really mean? It means I am in constant pain. I have no energy. I feel defeated, unmotivated, and constantly tired. Small tasks like doing the laundry seem like insurmountable mountains. Getting out of the bed in the morning is an act of will. People looking at me think I’m just lazy because there’s no obvious disability.
Looking at a picture like this gives me a ray of hope. It’s not all bad. I can rise above the ocean of defeat at times and celebrate a good day. It reminds me that I don’t really have it that bad, and to stop whining and push past the problems to accomplish something. Even something as minor as a blog post.
So let’s hear it for all those who live in pain, for those who take life one day at a time, for those who feel defeated and worn out. Because sometimes, a little glimpse of happiness is enough to keep us going.