Family Planning (NSFW-ish)

Okay folks, there will be some basic biology talk in this post so if you don’t want to read about any of that, I’ll see you next blog ūüôā

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Ah yes, birth control. That thing you wanted until you turned 30, then immediately wanted to burn so you could start a family with the guy of your dreams…just kidding, this isn’t a sitcom. I was put on the pill at 16 because I had periods that were brutal. It turned out that I had really bad ovarian cysts. I was on the pill from 2002 until 2014. I wasn’t on anything for a little over a year. Then, after a year and a half (or so), I got an IUD. There is my birth control journey in a nutshell. There were different types of pills involved, but because of my cyst issues (and what turned out to be endometriosis) I needed high dose oral contraceptives. I went off for a little over a year because I wanted to see if cysts were still an issue, and while they were, the endometriosis was really more of an issue than the cysts were. At the time it wasn’t diagnosed, though. Once I kicked the pill, my doctor felt comfortable with the diagnosis. So how does this all fit into Behcet’s?

For starters, there is an awkward give and take with the whole birth control issue. Most of my medications are contraindicated in pregnancy. Some are actually so bad for pregnancy, I had to prove I was taking reliable measures to avoid becoming pregnant. Of course my family history of blood clots, and having vasculitis, meant I was pushing the limits of estrogen containing birth control pills. My doctor had told me that being on birth control pills that contained estrogen, was a surefire way to get a blood clot.

I really didn’t want a¬†blood clot.

I was able to forgo birth control entirely because I had failed to get control over periods using non-estrogen containing oral contraceptives. They had wanted to use an IUD, but I was super afraid at the time. I also knew that I wanted children in the next five years. At the time I was with someone who had lab work that showed issues, issues that would make conception without intervention highly unlikely. The chances were low enough that, when presented with the numbers, my gynecologist was comfortable enough with me going sans birth control, despite being on medication that usually required me to be on birth control.

Score one for male factor infertility.

I don’t do drama, so for the record, my ex did go on to have an adorable baby boy with his gorgeous girlfriend. While we were together I was informed¬†given the information at my disposal, that we could not have children. Indeed, I was able to stay off of birth control for well over a year, without a pregnancy.¬†

Now, for so many years the goal of life was to avoid pregnancy. Let’s me honest, for most of us that’s how it goes. We try to avoid pregnancies, until all of a sudden we realize we¬†want kids. Some people are lucky enough to avoid pregnancy, then become pregnant, when they find it convenient. Other people find themselves getting pregnant when they didn’t plan on it, or struggling to get pregnant at all. Then there are the weird sick women out there, who have the added benefit of having to seriously plan out pregnancies because of illnesses and medications.

Doctors have had various recommendations for me. Some have looked at the research and been comfortable with my proclamation that I want children some day. For many women with Behcet’s, pregnancy brings a relief from symptoms. Doctors don’t really know why, but Behcet’s symptoms, and even the disease itself, tend to lessen during pregnancy, and even shortly afterwards. Of course some women have worsening symptoms during pregnancy, and more have issues following the birth of their children, but there was hope.

Other doctors have acted like I’m insane. The medications alone make it a really risky idea. I would have to stop certain medications for a certain period of time, but also be able to start pregnancy safe medications within that time, to keep all my symptoms in check. A seizure during pregnancy would be really bad. Gastroparesis makes me nauseas and struggling to feed myself adequately, how in the world will I be able to nourish a growing baby? They point at the unknowns genetically in terms of how many people in my family have autoimmune ailments. Of course there is no¬†guarantee that I’ll be passing anything along.

The rest fall somewhere in the middle, which I feel is the right place to be. I definitely don’t expect to have an easy go of it, but I would like to have at least one or two children of my own. I would love an adopted child, or a stepchild, just as much, but there is something about a biological child that does call to me. I’ve definitely considered IVF with a surrogate, but that is an expensive route. It’s also the safest in terms of what would be best for the baby. (Think about it, my body does a poor job of keeping me alive, entrusting it with a fetus seems terrifying to me.) A surrogacy would also mean I could stay on a lot of my medications, or at least go back on medications sooner. (Some medications you cannot be taking because they pass along birth defects via the egg, so I would have to stop those prior to egg harvesting.)

Is this a fun read or what…

I know my best chance at having a healthy biological child, is via a surrogate, but it doesn’t make thinking about it any less daunting. I mean, I was married, I’m in the process of getting a divorce, I’ll be 32 in April…and there is a timeline on fertility. I didn’t do myself any favors with the chemo. (I still don’t know if there was damage to my eggs, but again, that’s not something I can really know without specific fertility testing. My insurance only covers fertility tests if you’ve been trying to conceive for a period of time without success.

I’m pretty sure I don’t meet the qualifications of trying for any period of time, given the fact that I’m painfully single.

Another issue for me is that I did have early stage cervical cancer. They removed a pretty decent size of my cervix, and the location has made it more likely for me to experience issues with premature labor. So, you know, as if it weren’t enough to have Behcet’s with heavy GI involvement including gastroparesis…I had to go and get cervical cancer, too.¬†Don’t get me wrong, I am beyond grateful that it was caught early, and¬†that I only needed local surgery instead of a more invasive surgery and chemotherapy. It just would have been nice if I could have avoided cancer all together.

Doing six months of chemotherapy, then getting diagnosed with cancer? Yeah, that’s only something that happens in my life.

This is another rambling blog, but today was infusion day, and I’m in that weird headspace of sleepy, but full of vitamins. I hope I find someone someday who can love me, illnesses and all. I also hope that they want children (or already have children) and are supportive of whatever pathway to parenthood we choose together. It may not be conventional, but that’s okay. Right now I do have an IUD. It was placed before I was diagnosed with cancer, and I’m thrilled with it. It controls my endometriosis issues, and I don’t know it’s even there. There isn’t a worry for me regarding pregnancy, which is important still with all the medications I’m taking. With my nausea issues, vomiting, and malabsorption, it was time to get something that didn’t rely on another pill I would have to remember to take. Plus, no estrogen!

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Family Planning (NSFW-ish)

Vitamin Infusions, Movie Plans, Poops (Literally Talking About Poops)

So I was able to get my next round of vitamins today, which was good because I was seriously dragging. I went to bed last night at 7pm, was asleep before 8:30, and could have slept longer this morning had my dogs not made it clear that they were ready to get up. Still, I got a solid 12 hours or so. I had planned on seeing a matinee today, Star Wars, but still felt too sluggish to make it. (My infusion was at 11:30, and the movie started at 3:40. I had hoped, well let’s be blunt, that I would need to poop after the infusion. Sadly, I didn’t get that urge, which was something I had gotten the last two times.

Living life chronically constipated, kind of really sucks.

I used to have issues with diarrhea, and I remember always thinking anything had to be better than running to the bathroom all the time. Then I learned how much not being able to go, seriously sucked. Turns out when you’re constipated, but can only form a partial obstruction, you get diarrhea around the backed up stool. You don’t know fun, until you have the pain of severe constipation, with all the added horror of having diarrhea (sometimes even in your pants.)

We haven’t found a good option for handling this, because I’m a walking contraindication to conventional treatments, and a walking example of all things that can cause diarrhea. When someone can drink half a bottle of Miralax, and not go to the bathroom, you know there is a problem. I recognize that moving more would make me go easier, but I cannot move as much as required because I’m so fatigued and nauseas. Lately I’ve decided the gas is worth it, if it gets things moving, and I’ve started eating dairy. Dairy, for whatever reason, seems to aggravate whatever is causing the GI bleeding.

So, do I want to bleed but go, potentially bleed but not go, or not bleed but definitely not go?

Life is fun.

Back to the movie…with my luck I’ll go, but then suddenly get the urge to poop. This isn’t an easy thing to deal with. First, let’s say I¬†do actually have to go. Going in public isn’t easy for me, nor is going after being stopped up. There is also the risk that the urge doesn’t result in actually going, but does cause bleeding. Biggest issue, for¬†me, is that I’d be buying a ticket, and missing some of the movie. This is Star Wars, and I am a nerd. The only reason I haven’t seen it yet was because of how sick I was feeling, and how sick people in general have been. I can’t imagine sitting through an entire movie with a mask on, so I had to wait.

Tonight, at 7 or 10pm. I’m not being hard on myself, though. I fatigue, nausea, or pain, become too much, then I’ll see if I can see it tomorrow. This is an autoimmune disease. My body is attacking itself (or so they theorize anyhow). How I handle it is how I handle it, because my disease is¬†my disease. What works for me, may work for others, but ultimately each of us needs to figure out what our treatment plan looks like.

During chemotherapy I explained to my mother, that chemo patients are all different. Even two people receiving the same drugs, can have different sets of symptoms. I lost my hair, largely because I was severely malnourished prior to chemotherapy, and I had tapered off very high doses of steroids. The combination caused hair loss, including bald patches, ultimately causing me to decide to shave my head. I also had major issues with nausea. This was likely because I had severe nausea prior to chemotherapy, and had begun to eat different foods during chemotherapy. I also was much more susceptible to the drug than we had expected. I ended up with very low red blood cell counts, platelets, white cells, everything. The doctors were floored, and I was given less of the drug during my next infusion. I had been expected to get an increased dose, but that would never need to happen.

So hopefully I wil have more energy, less nausea, and less GI pain. Hopefully I will go see a movie that I have been waiting weeks to see. Hopefully I will be in a relatively empty theater, so I don’t need to wear a mask the entire time. Hopefully the people working won’t give me grief over my hot water bottle, so I can hopefully get abdominal relief, and back pain relief, through the duration of the film.

May 2018 is the year of “hopefully,” and I’m¬†okay with that.

I told myself 2017 would be the year of treatments, and remission. I set myself up for a let down. So, while I’m hopeful that IVIG will provide me with good results, and less side effects, I recognize that nothing is 100% certain. I can have hope, without losing all rational thinking. Hopefully IVIG will work, and hopefully I’ll need less assistive devices. Hopefully I can get back to working. Hopefully I can throw myself into self improvement, and socialization.

Tonight it starts with hopefully seeing a movie. Tomorrow is another day.

Vitamin Infusions, Movie Plans, Poops (Literally Talking About Poops)

Wheelchair Waiting

In my brain there is a list of things I have to get done. In my body there is a list of system failures that prevent me from doing the things I need to do. Us sick folks tend to triage our lives, but not all of us are aware that we’re even doing it. I put school, the dogs, and anyone who needs me, first. My social life has died a slow death over the last few years. It started with a bad relationship, then my illnesses slowly but surely made it harder and harder to socialize.

When my falling and fatigue became really bad, and the doctors started discussing mobility assistance beyond my walker, I was angry. I didn’t want to be “the girl in a wheelchair.” I also didn’t want to have to explain to people¬†why I was in a wheelchair when I could walk. I used to take my dog down to the waterfront, and back. It was a 20-30 minute walk each way, and now I can’t go more than a block. Some days a block requires 2-3 breaks to complete.

Did I want mobility or anonymity? I could either be the girl who takes her dog to the waterfront, or someone¬†nobody knows, because I don’t bother to leave the house.¬†

Today I’ve made peace with it, even with people who may ask why I have it. I know people and places that I used to commute to on foot. Now I’m waiting for the free ride system to come around, or I’m paying for ride sharing apps. I’d much rather explain that I traversed the distance in my chair, so that I could do something like go to a movie, and walk the mall afterwards, or even go putt putt golfing. There will still be days when I simply don’t have the energy to do anything, but at least with the chair I would be saving energy as often as possible.

I keep thinking about my thesis course that starts in a month. I’ll have to be on campus once per week for 2+ months. Once I have the chair, I’m not worried about it. As it stands right now, I am worried. Walking to and from the bus stop, is a challenge. The last time I did it, I started to pass out during class, and had to leave early. The chair, as constraining as it may seem, actually gives me more freedom.

Today that’s all I can think about. I want to go see a movie, but I simply can’t muster up the energy. The plan is to go see it tomorrow after I get my vitamin infusions. (Barring of course, any major allergic reactions!) I still can’t wait for IVIG, either. I hate throwing all of my hope on one treatment option, but it’s really all we have left, so it’s what I would like to start doing as soon as we can.

Head up.

Chin up.

Positivity.

Wheelchair Waiting

I’ve Always Wanted Fuller Lips…But Not Quite Like This

After a few days of stress, and feeling like garbage, I was pleasantly surprised to be feeling pretty good after taking a couple of naps. Everything was going fine, until my lip started to tingle. I was annoyed when the tingly feeling shifted to a burning. Investigation showed some redness, and by then my lip was basically numb. I nonchalantly mentioned that I thought I was getting some oral ulcers, before asking if my lip appeared swollen.

Within five minutes I went from how I usually look, to having a pretty seriously swollen top lip, numbness in both lips, numbness up my nose, and some selling in my cheek. Even my tongue was numb in parts, and my hard palate was almost totally numb.

It has happened before, but I just assumed it was related to the Flagyl I’d been on at the time. Now I have to wonder if there was something else at play. After an extraordinary high dose of Benadryl, things settled down a bit. My lip was (and still is) sore, as are parts of my lower lip, and tongue. I did have some increased swelling again this morning, so I took more Benadryl. My primary care doctor is phoning in an Epi-Pen just in case, and I have an allergist appointment on the 5th of February.

I laughed it off, but the person I was with at the time was slightly less amused. With how quickly the swelling came on, and spread, he had legitimately worried that he’d have to rush me to an ER, or even call an ambulance. I can look at the situation logically, and appreciate his fears. Looking back on it, I’m lucky. The numbness moving down the roof of my mouth, into my gums, and even parts of my face? That’s serious. If it had moved down my throat, and I’d lost the ability to breathe, it could have been deadly.

For years I was told I didn’t have nice lips. (I have perfectly normal lips, just for general information.) When I’ve had instances where my lips tingle or even puff up a little, I just chalk it up to blow flow, and feel grateful. It took this level of severity, to realize the periodic episodes of hives without a cause, and now this, are definitely a sign that my system is not in synch.

My theory is twofold. The first scenario is that my immune system is screaming intruder as though an allergen is present. The result is a flurry of histamine and other responses, leading to hives and/or swelling. The second scenario is that I’m actually having angioedema, and not an allergic type reaction. There have been a lot of cases in which someone has an autoimmune disease along with angioedema or mast cell activation syndrome (MCAS). I don’t think it would be MCAS, as I don’t have (at least not yet) symptoms of anaphylaxis. What I do have, are these episodes where it seems as though the blood vessels in my lips, mouth, and perhaps cheeks, all want to allow the area to expand.

I can’t know, of course, and I doubt doctors will have an easy answer. I will presumably be getting allergy testing done, but with the gastroparesis, I’m not expecting a huge change in my diet. It would be nice to know for sure what I should avoid, and extra nice to know if I am truly allergic to several medications, or if my body was just going rogue because I was ill.

Alas, I can save money on lip injections, but I won’t know for sure which areas will be plump, and I won’t know how long the plumpness will last. (Let’s not forget the lisp, either!)

We joke, and we laugh, because we’re alive.

I’ve Always Wanted Fuller Lips…But Not Quite Like This

Happy Holidays, and Gross Poo Talk

So this year I wasn’t able to fly back to see family, which was definitely a bummer because I haven’t been able to the last two years either. With the illnesses going around, and my general poor health, flying just isn’t an option right now. While my seizure drugs are currently doing a good job, flying is a high stress situation for me. That means I don’t sleep well prior to flying, and I also tend to get nauseas so I don’t eat much either.¬†Anyhow, an amazing friend and his family offered to have me up with them on Christmas day. I ended up staying a couple nights before heading back down to San Diego. It was really amazing, minus my body being a pain in the rear.

Currently the GI issues are the biggest thing. I’ve reached a state of low nutrient intake, and low calorie intake. This has amplified the brain fog I was already dealing with courtesy of the neurological issues. My friend and his family were amazing. They had foods on hand that I could eat, including specially mate potato pancakes without onion so I wouldn’t hurt my stomach eating them. I felt kind of bad because I only ate two of them. I also only had 4 pieces of the bread they’d bought for me, too.

The issue is that I have a partial bowel obstruction. I’ve had them before, and sometimes I can clear them on my own, and other times I have to go into the ER for some really horrible assistance. I have no desire to have the doctors give me high strength laxatives, and enemas. I still have 2 months before GI will see me, and I have to have a bunch of testing between now and then that they want me to complete.

It’s like the doctors don’t realize that there is nothing that needs to be tested for. We know I have gastroparesis based on a test done several years a go. Yes the testing was done poorly, and I was barely over the line, but what does redoing the test prove? Also, the only reason they want the abdominal MRI is because I have stenosis of the celiac artery. I get that it’s super rare to have it the way that I have it, but we also know that this kind of thing can happen with Behcet’s patients. While I go through all of the scheduling and testing, we’re wasting time. I’m struggling, losing weight, and losing focus.

I went from super focused in classes, with high marks, to a struggling student who¬†can’t stay focused, and who is barely getting by.

This will be a short post just because I can’t focus, and may need a nap, haha. I’m still putting my hopes into IVIG. I want it to work, and I want to function again.

Happy Holidays, and Gross Poo Talk

First Round of IV Vitamins, and the Unemployment/Disability Situation

Yesterday, on the 23rd, I got my first infusion of fluids vitamins, and amino acids. It wasn’t pleasant, but mostly because I was still so sick going into the appointment. Basically I’m still having bleeding issues, most likely from my colon, and lower intestines. I’m also having a lot of nausea courtesy of the gastroparesis. I find myself in this horrible situation where, if my stomach and upper intestines empty, they hit the lower intestines where the ulcerations are. So the nausea fades momentarily, only to return as the pain of the food and drink moving through me hits the ulcers. The doctors are fairly sure some of the ulcers were deep, and created blood clot like scabs that are coming off when I feel like I have to go to the bathroom. It’s super fun…

Anyhow, I pulled myself up off the bathroom floor (literally) and went in for the infusion. I was pleasantly surprised when the nurse hit a vein on the first try. (I had forced myself to drink and keep down liquids, though it had left me violently nauseated.) She warned me that the infusion would taste funny, like a Flintstone vitamin. Turns out it tasted¬†exactly like one, but not the fun fruity part…the gross after taste part. This would have been manageable had I brought mints or something, but I hadn’t. It also would have been manageable if I weren’t already trying to avoid throwing up. Then there was the woman who seemed determined to talk to me.

I am pale, obviously in pain, and she just kept talking…

I’m not sure what we talked about. I grunted responses periodically, but spent most of the time checking out her adorable dog. Then something fun happened. About halfway through the bag I thought I was dying. I felt hot flashes, the nausea peaked, and I was pretty convinced I was going to faint or have a seizure. Then, a little while later, it all went away. I told myself it was just the Zofran I had taken prior to the infusion…but I kept feeling less horrendous. Now, don’t get me wrong, the damn thing still tasted awful, but I didn’t feel as awful. 3/4 of the way through the infusion, I was actually sitting up in the chair instead of half curled over. As it finished I had to admit, I felt a lot better, just from the fluids. The vitamins were much needed, but I am sure they haven’t done much just yet. The nurses and nutritionist had all said it would take several regular infusions before I felt a lasting benefit from the vitamins and amino acids. As I’m getting up to leave, talkative lady addresses me and the nurse.

“You look less dead.” Then to the nurse, “Doesn’t she look a lot less dead?”

I mean I’d rather look totally alive, but I’ll take less dead I suppose. My stomach still hasn’t been doing well, but that’s just the nature of the situation. My upper GI doesn’t want to move at all, while the lower GI is a mess of ulcerations and blood. Happy holidays I suppose.

Hopefully I can get an update on my wheelchair after the holiday. I’m bummed that I’ll have to start paying copayments and whatnot, given my insurance year will begin again, but I’m hoping I won’t have to pay it all at once with the wheelchair. That would definitely require me to sell everything I own. I’m also excited to start IVIG. I’m crossing my fingers for some good news regarding my disability as well.

For a long time I was opposed to the idea of disability. I want to work. Not working leaves me unfulfilled. It isn’t even about finances, though I’m definitely struggling financially. Working has always given me a sense of pride and purpose. Even the smallest job made me feel like I was contributing in some way. Without working I feel sort of useless. I know I couldn’t work the way things are right now. As much as I may want to work, I just don’t know day to day how I’ll feel. Plus there are the medical treatments. We’re talking about IV infusions 2x per week, if insurance will cover it, then IVIG which will be given over a period of two days. From what I’ve read IVIG is done every 4-6 weeks. If it lines up with IV nutrition appointments, I could be spending 4 out of 5 days in medical offices¬†one week per month. I’d still be spending two days per week in medical offices anyhow. Once we’re able, we’ll wean me to an IV per week, but ultimately we can’t go lower than that since I really need the fluids.

This is the thing people don’t seem to grasp about disability, and those of us who are chronically ill. We¬†fight hard to get to a baseline that is somewhat close to that of a healthy person. Most of us won’t ever feel as healthy as a healthy person, but we can fight hard to become functional enough to basically pass as healthy. Getting to that point takes a lot of effort and time though. In my instance we’re talking several IV treatments, a ton of oral medications, and carefully orchestrated drinks and snacks. Even with all of that, I could wake up and feel miserable. If you look at my IV schedule alone, it become a scheduling nightmare. Toss in the fact my body doesn’t operate well in the mornings, and that I could randomly have a few bad days without warning, and you get someone who really doesn’t have the ability to work right now.

I am not defined by my illness, however, I am limited by it. For a long time I lied to myself, and swore that Behcet’s and the things it has caused like gastroparesis and autonomic neuropathy, would never limit me. I was determined to live the life I wanted, despite the symptoms. As I pushed myself, I got sicker and sicker. Then denial kicked in. I told myself that I was in a flare, and that once the flare was over, I could get back to living a normal life. Denial isn’t helpful. I hit a point where I had to acknowledge that some of the things I wanted to do, I couldn’t do, because of my chronic illnesses, and¬†that’s okay.

Yes, you read that right¬†folks, it’s okay to accept that your disease limits you…as long as you don’t let it define the entirety of your being.

I am chronically ill. I may have to use my wheelchair at times. I cannot work. My diet is an absolute wreck, and even when I do follow the doctor’s advice, I can’t always succeed. The ER team knows me. Professors have to allow me extra time should I require it. These are all facts of life for me. I accept it, and I pivot because of it.

Find something else that you love, and know that limitations are not forever, but even the ones that do stick around¬†don’t change who you are as a person.¬†

Life is what it is, and sometimes we can’t wrap our heads around having to change our plans, but we also can find ourselves trying something new that we hadn’t even thought of before. We find new passions, new paths, and we go with it.

So go with it. 

First Round of IV Vitamins, and the Unemployment/Disability Situation

Operation Relocation?

**Disclaimer: I made a gastroparesis blunder today and overestimated the capacity of my system. Therefore, due to extreme nausea, this blog is being written under the influence of medicinal marijuana. I doubt I’ll edit it before posting. Hopefully my point is made.**

One of the harder parts about being chronically ill, is the financial strain. Even with good insurance, the medical bills pile up. Maybe your main plan has a low catastrophic cap, but what about vision and dental? In my case there is also the reality that I’m the only one that is capable of bringing money into the home. Yes, I get alimony, but along with the finalization of my divorce, comes the reality that I’ll have to pay to keep insurance, and that¬†excludes vision and dental.

Inhale.

The reality of my current state is this…working isn’t possible. Lately walking the dog around the block has been a victory. That victory is short lived because walking the dog wasn’t the only task for the day, and now I’m exhausted. I’ve been waiting on disability, but could still have to wait over a year for my court date. What is a person supposed to do when they’re disabled, but can’t get disability?

I have a credit card that was maxed out between my knee surgery, and chemo. I’ve reached the very end of the road when it comes to pretending you’ve got everything under control.

People can tell I’m faking.

Relocation has become a hot topic, because where I currently live (San Diego) has a high cost of living. I, personally, don’t feel like I have a ton of other options. I have a large service dog, a small retired service dog, and no income aside from alimony. There is nothing in San Diego I can afford, and not many roommates are willing to tolerate the dogs. Family has implored me to move back east, but for a variety of reasons, including all that snow, I’m not sure that would be a responsible choice.

Recently I was offered the chance to live in my aunt’s condo, rent free, in Florida, from May through November. My first thought surrounded the word “free,” but the following thoughts were full of pros and cons. I have made a list, on my whiteboard, and they are exactly even as of right now. Medically there is the fact I’d have to find all new doctors, comfortable with Behcet’s, and then find new ones again because I’d only be there for six months…

Okay, enough about me.

I’m not the only person who faces financial stress because they’re chronically ill. How many homeless people have you met with severe mental or physical disabilities? They didn’t just decide to live outside one day. Society needs to do a better job of helping those who cannot reliably work. I could get a job tomorrow, but I would lose it by next week. I don’t know what days I can eat and what days I can’t. I don’t know when I’ll have severe pain, or nausea, and be unable to make it into work. This is something most of us “sick” folks deal with.

My friend was lucky, she worked for a grocery chain that let her work when she was well, and accepted her absences when she was gone. She didn’t make much, but it made her feel good to be working. When you’re not working, it can become depressing, You want to be contributing. So why don’t we have something for the chronically ill that allows them to work when they’re able, and receive disability benefits regardless?

The assumption is that tons of people abuse the system, and file for disability or other benefits because they’re lazy. Maybe some do…but the process of being approved for disability is beyond broken. I have friends who have been in the system for 3-4 years, while they have bones literally fusing their spines and ribcages. This friend would still work on good days, because she likes feeling fulfilled. That doesn’t mean she isn’t disabled.

Think about it like this: you have a system designed to provide financial assistance to people who are unable to work do to a disability. The reality is that some of those people would work when they felt physically able, but the amount of work they would be able to do would never be enough to provide for them financially. So, instead of working, they wait for their disability benefits. The limited funds must be carefully regulated, so they wait a long time. What if the government realized that those of us who cannot work enough to financially provide for ourselves or our families,¬†could still work¬†in some capacity? Couldn’t we have the chance to work within the disability system itself?

I am great at office work. I am amazing when it comes to organization and filing. You need a friendly face to greet guest at reception? That person would be me. It just may only be me for 2-4 hours at a time. It also may only be me a day or so per week, with gaps in between. I want to contribute, I want to be part of something bigger and better than sitting at home, or at the doctors office. I think most of us who are chronically ill, want to still have a purpose that we pursue.

Some have been lucky to have family and friends to stay with during their financially challenging times, and I’m not saying this as a slight to my friends or family, it’s just something worth noting. There are people who, for whatever reason, rely on themselves during the challenging times, and it’s definitely an anxious thing.

Social programs need to step it up, because they could be so much more, and they could help so many more people. In the meantime I’ll just be figuring out whether it’s time to relocate. It isn’t an easy decision, sick or not, and it’s something that is really weighing on my mind.

Operation Relocation?