HIT THE WALL

20 01 2010

I haven’t written in a very long time.  I go through phases where I simply have no energy to write.  Also, I go through long phases where I feel as if keeping a blog is absurd and only helping myself.   Then, I read the reader comments you all post on this site and I feel much better and inspired to keep my “log” going.  A “log” of my hurdles and triumphs.  I was also waiting for a “good time” to happen in my life for a longer stretch than 2 days, because I get exhausted writing about the things that are wrong with my life.  One of the only reasons I’ve stayed alive is because of my need for optimism and rejoicing.  In fact, until I experienced true, real, honest to goodness massive depression last year I felt I wasn’t “allowed” to be down.  I already have enough cards against me with my poor health I don’t need the extra social deterrent of depression or complaining.  I’m a “never-give-up” type of person – not a complainer.

The actual reality is that I am extremely grateful.  I have a ton of health problems that have drastically altered the course of my life, but after watching the images of Haiti and remembering Katrina, I think how awful it is for me to complain about my ongoing health issues.  BUT the difference is that those situations are immediate crisis, death in some cases within days rather than what sometimes seems like a very long and drawn out death sentence.  Either way, living with a chronic painful illness is horrific (not to take away from the many people in these crisis that will now also have life-long health issues as a result of the crisis…). For example, recently I sadly discovered a colleague of mine is dead – I found out from Facebook because she lived in New York and I hadn’t bumped into anyone in her circles.  So I read how she died – A very short sickness and then – boom – she’s dead.  That’s what I don’t understand. Why have I lived through some extraordinarily bad scenarios and also why has it been so long and drawn out?  It has required every drop of energy that could ever exist in my body to stay alive – but when my colleague is sick for a week only – she’s dead.  I used to love to girl talk with her (my dead friend).  She helped me out in ways that I’ll never totally know.

I’m torn between feeling awful for my dead friend all the way to feeling like I’ve been cheated out of death myself – In many ways I feel I should be dead by now also.  Of course that is absurd, and I waffle back to feeling extremely grateful that I am alive.   But the reality is that I’ve been so deathly ill so many times that it just doesn’t makes sense to me.  Regardless, her life was important to me.

Last year I had such severe depression due to my many health problems that I had hit a wall.  I found that I could not work , could not think, and that I had also lost all of many of my ” friends” because of my illnesses.  I checked into a 5-month long partial hospitalization program in the hopes of getting my life somehow back on track.  The program was part of the mental health department of a very good hospital).  There, I was told I have severe PTSD – post traumatic stress disorder (I had a very tumultuous and violent life before 21 yrs old).

The program ended for me in November and I met all my goals except for one.  It worked well for me – I was able to rebuild my company from ground up.  I re-opened the doors, took on clients again, brought on a new assistant and 9 trainees.  I’m finally working hard on the projects I had crumbled over in the Spring and Summer.  I at least got all of that back on track. I wasn’t able to bring in enough clients to grow my company to anything close to its former size yet, but I’m working on it.

In truth, I don’t even know if it is possible for me to continue my job.  Even though my work is my true passion, my body is making it impossible to do.  I am fighting to continue my work, but I can see both scenarios happening (1)  me continuing to build my strength and fighting against all odds to continue doing my company & job. (2) me not being able to do the job I’ve always felt I was put on this earth to do.  So facing the reality that I might not ever be able to my work in the same way again is beyond heartbreaking and crushing.

There are so many things I still can’t get back.  First, my Jax.  Even though we are best friends now and see each other 2-3 times per day, I have not been able to get him over his fear of me getting bed-ridden again like I was before I got my medical pump put in (for chronic pancreatitis).  He’s still shell-shocked about all the times I couldn’t walk (from RA).  The one thing I didn’t accomplish in the “program” at the hospital was that I still haven’t gotten an appointment with a proper nutritionist.  BUT I have gotten a disabled placard finally and am applying for SSDI (disability insurance) on Thursday via a non-profit organization’s help. This is the key to my entire future.  I can only work very limitedly so it is critical. Luckily, over 2009 I found many resources in Los Angeles to live with chronic health issues.  Another resource is that I got approved for a disabled van services so that I can take my sleeping meds and not be on the road.

I do feel like I am past that wall, but the new one is the fear that no mate will ever want me.  Who would be crazy enough to want to put up with all of my health issues theat often cripple my life?  Who would want to stress about whether I should give up on the idea of kids forever or try to be cool with the concept.  So much to have running through my head!!  I hate it!! In 2009 I’d often say “I want my old life back!!”   But now I ‘m way past that though

– I’ve got too much going for me – too much I’ve rebuilt to give up or go back now.  But the one that’s still the hardest for me is not being “with” Jax.

Anyhow, I clearly have tons more to write about so I’ll just have to check in tomorrow and try to get all caught up with what’s been happening.

Lv, sasha xoxoxo





NEW START

31 07 2009

Starting today I am going to change the direction of my writing a bit.  Of course I’ll still write about living with Lupus, RA, Chronic Pancreatitis, and now Diabetes Type 2, but I am in a unique situation right now so I am going to write more diary style from this point forward for awhile.  The reason?  Ahhhhh… And so it begins.

One week ago I started my first day as a partial hospitalization patient of a mental health program to treat my severe depression, to get my diseases to a more manageable level, and to deal with possibly the root of it all  – PTSD: Post-traumatic stress disorder.  It wasn’t until the 1980’s that doctors begin to realize that soldiers returning from battle suffered the same symptoms as individuals who had undergone unspeakable horrors at home.   It was actually a bit of a fluke in a study they were doing that eventually led them to that conclusion.  It’s unclear if Read the rest of this entry »





PAIN and DEPRESSION I

2 11 2008

CHRONIC PAIN & DEPRESSION part I – Fighting Death and Pancreatitis
After reading this go to Pain and Depression Part II – Swollen Blob

I’ve given this blog post an incredibly dull title on purpose.  It is an awful subject to be forced to write about. In many ways they go hand in hand.  Some days this is not true, but others it is so dreadfully true.  It seems to come and go in waves.

If you are new to this blog, my name is Sasha.  I live in Los Angeles (but everyone thinks I am from NYC since all my family lives there) and have been a professional business woman & consultant/freelancer for many years.  I’m always given the title “Type A” personality.  I am strong, strong-headed, and also very passionate about my work/career.  You can learn more details about me here and more about my tips for you and more about my medical issues here.  I’ve just gotten through the toughest 4-6 years of my life and now find myself in the maintenance phase of my health journey.  Also, today is my 36th birthday.

I don’t have kids and I’ve never been married.  I am newly single (6 weeks ago ) and this leads me to want to talk about pain & depression.  About 4 years ago I had emergency surgery to remove my gall bladder & appendix.  In fact, I couldn’t leave the hospital alive unless they determined what surgery might be able to allow me to live.  You see, beyond RA I also have CP (chronic pancreatitis).  I remember begging my mate and love of my life Jax to not tell my clients that I was sick or in the hospital.  It was the 4th, 5th, or maybe 6th time I was in the hospital in 2 years and I wanted my clients to know I’d be back at work the next day.  HAHAhahahahaha!!!!  Naturally, there came a point where this became impossible.  It was a HUGE moment for me to actually admit to my clients that I was sick and in the hospital.  Before that moment I refused to be considered a sick person.  I prefer people to remember me from my work.  Initially i got better, but then over time I got excruciatingly more ill.  Eventually I got to a place where I wanted to let go of life/living when the pain became unbearable.  [pancreatic attacks are so painful they are often compared to the pain of giving birth.].  Through the whole ordeal Jax stayed by my side and urged me to come back to a place among the living. I don’t know why I wanted to give up back then, but it’s happened a few times after emergency surgery – the will to fight becomes cloudy even if only for a moment.

During that whole time I tried many Dr’s, medicines, formulas, methods, western/eastern, and was then faced with a horrific decision. My GI Dr. told me I needed to get a J-Tube put directly into my abdomen so food would not go through my mouth.   I would have to carry around an IV tower 18 hours a day and essentially I would be an official “VISIBLE SICK PERSON”.  I refused.  I knew it meant my life would/could be over in 2 years….but I refused to be a sick person.  The opiates gave me such severe constipation that I went 12 days w/out a BM.  (That was WITH prunes, exlax, miralax, enemas, colonics, etc).  For example,  Jax would even go outside to give me privacy! He’d turn up th radio so it would cover up any bathroom sounds.  He made the worst, most embarrassing situations seem tolerable.  He was just so awesome like that.

Eventually I ended up at a pain management clinic and a year later had surgery to implant an intrathecal pump that delivers morphine & fentynl directly to my pancreas.  Problem solved and life expectancy back to everyone elses= unsure. But life had other plans for me….. Go to Pain and Depression Part II – Swollen Blob

One thing I definitely want to mention about this part of my journey is that I had a very sexually traumatic and violent childhood.  The Dr’s have told me that when you’ve been in an extreme environment like I was that studies show people receive the pain signal differently.  I wonder if it wasn’t all of the unbearable stress my body was once under.  But I could not escape that situation.  I tried….and ran away at least 15 times.  But I had career goals and eventually stayed at home until University.

The Dr’s also told me that Jax’s love and affection for me was a key ingredient in my quick healing.  They said love goes a long way.  I know that Jax and I had very hard times through this.  The ups and downs of Dr visits was sometimes far too much for me.  Jax let me lean on him in a way I have never allowed myself to lean on someone before.  I know his love got me through the toughest of times.

Love Sasha, xoxoxo

Please read Part II.





DARK DAYS

11 10 2008

Thank you to all of you who commented on these tough times I’m going through since Jax and I broke up. I heard your words of wisdom and love. I heard that I need to focus only on today. I also heard that no matter how bad this hurts there’s amazing things I can do in the future if I simply believe I can get through this.

Physical pain is never as painful as this even when th Docs compare pancreatic attacks to giving birth. I certainly don’t doubt that. I know I’m suffering from a broken heart. Jax’s mom (who I never met cuz she lives in England) seems equally crushed. My folks are worried about me because I’ve been so dark these past few weeks.

When I first got sick I had tons of friends. I was always having parties. I was surrounded by them and I gave my love. Over time, as my disease of CP progressed they began falling away. Primarily it was because I couldn’t go out and share in good times and bad with them. It became just Jax and I and a number that fits on one hand. I wasn’t bitter or mad. I knew they still all had love for me. But in LA there’s so much to do and you do lose touch with the people you don’t see around much.

I wasn’t worried about spending so much time with Jax. I’m 35 – he’s 38 so I thought we had simply changed our priorities. So, now that Jax and I are no longer, I don’t have a large enough group or posse of freinds to fall back on. I’ve called the ones I do have, but somehow I think it would never be enough people to take this hurt away.

CoincifeI bumped into Jax on the street tonight. It was so odd. After a few beats I realized I was going to cry so I got out of there fast! I felt so stupid. Imagine, at 35 feeling like a school girl! Ugh! It’s so pathetic. So this all led me to my latest decision: I will need to break off even seeing Jax for awhile. I wanted to do it via text but I’ll wait to do it in person.

I saw a new therapist tonight. An AFFORDABLE therapist for once. I’m not sure how he does it but he’s the therapist I met when I heard him on a radio show. I called in last weekend. He agrees with my DR’s that some of my pain issues might stem from lots of sexual abuse as a child. Yes, I said those nasty liitle words Sexual Abuse as a child from more than 3 people. There was extreme violence as well. It’s the entire reason I’ve been working with at-risk teen girls. Even if life is shit I’ve always reached out to be helpful to someone.

The appointment was just an introduction but I felt good about his type of psycotherapy. He even talked a lot!!!

My RA’s in check today. I walked a lot tonight and I’ll do more tomorrow. I just need to lose a lot of weight right now to make myself feel at least a little less crummy.

Over and Out,
Sasha xoxoxo