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Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Battling the PD Monster

MAY 7, 2018      BY   "SHERRI WOODBRIDGE"



One day, I wrote about grief. It was a good day, and so it was easy to talk about. You can do things like that on good days. You can leave the grief behind and take the joy instead. However, on bad days, as I said in my writing on grief, it’s not so easy.
A few days later, it was a tough day. I was waiting to hear the final plans for having deep brain stimulation (DBS) surgery in January and not getting any answers. I found the right phone number later in the day, but the offices had closed by the time of my discovery.
Preparing for DBS means it was constantly on my mind. It meant that others’ comments about its effectiveness, or the lack thereof, were constantly spinning in what brain matter I had left. So, I was anxious, on the verge of nervous.
Then there was the factor of the surgery itself. What if they were to sneeze in the middle of drilling and the drill bit slipped? I’ve watched TV doctor shows. I know what can happen. My worst fear was they would find something alien and pull out a 26-foot worm of some sort that would choke those operating on me before they could finish, and I would have to get off the table and figure out how to save the world superhero-style. These things happen.
Getting older scares the pa-jeepers out of me now. Dying itself doesn’t scare me, as I know where I’m headed and frankly look forward to it. It’s the “act” of death. I don’t want to be a burden. I fear to be a burden. I fear to be the one for which another will have to care for, and I may never be able to say thank you (or sorry for not-so-pleasant things I may do).
Yet, more than anything, I fear the inability to enjoy my future grandkids the way I enjoy my grandkids of today. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold them. Push them in a swing. Walk with them and stop to find ladybugs or worms. Sing them songs and rock them as they fall asleep. I fear not being able to do things with my husband. I fear a lot of things. And I grieve over them, and sometimes it’s a very dark place, and it overwhelms me.
Like today.
I could’ve gotten lost in that dark abyss. It’s rather easy to do. But I had to buck up. I had just written a post about bucking up and allowing your grief to turn into joy. I must practice what I preach.
Ha.
It was dark where I was sitting. Bucking up was not going to come easy. Then my husband came out to the room I was sitting in, and I started to cry, and I told him I was scared. Scared of all the stuff I just mentioned and more. Scared I am going to be useless, as even now I feel unuseful. He gave me a pep talk about how I’m not useless, as even today, I put a smile on Little Monkey’s face when I showed him the Transformer toy we thought was lost. He got the biggest smile on his face. My husband was right. I was useful. At least at finding lost Transformers.
The point is: Yes, our grief can turn to joy if we have the right perspective and focus, but even then, it’s OK to cry. And even though nothing will probably have changed when you’re done shedding tears, you’ll probably feel better. So, go ahead and cry and I’ll cry with you, and when it’s over, we’ll smile and keep walking forward. Or shuffling. Whichever comes easier.
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