Today it will be 6 years (or 2190 days, 312 weeks or 72 months if you’re counting) since Neuromyelitis Optica (NMO) tried to take over my life.
I hate this anniversary.
Every year as the anniversary arrives I try to stay positive and envision myself as some sort of super human. I have a lot to be grateful for (or brag about) – I’m a mom to the most energetic 3 year old, I co-own and run a successful company, I’m a wife to a talented journalist, I have best friends and I still
do try crazy shit like run a 10km, snowboard and drink my weight in Chardonnay. Most nights I can’t turn my brain off so I lie in bed, completely exhausted, my body always on fire, my limbs feeling like they’re filled with lead, finally acknowledging that every fibre of my being hurts and I mentally high five myself. Ya. I destroyed today. This fucking disease has nothing on me. And then it’s morning and that egotistical voice in my head sounds panicked. What if today’s the day your feet can’t feel the ground again? What if today’s the last day you ever get to see?
This anniversary always feels like one big morning panic attack.
No matter how much I accomplish the rest of the year, I always feel so defeated on anniversary day. You see, NMO can sneak up on any day, even on one of my ‘better’ days. That is what it is to live with an incurable disease.
I wish I was a big enough person to be gracious today; to be proud that I’m surviving NMO one more year or to simply ignore the day. But you see folks, I am merely just a regular human with a learned ability to know how to fake it. Today makes me angry, makes me sad, makes me resentful. Today I’m more like Gollum, where my version wants to binge eat cheesies, eat several Twix candy bars and spend quality time with Netflix. Don’t look at me!
If you’re feeling this is dark, don’t worry. Like during my mornings, the internal self pity and doubt does eventually end. Something always jars me back to reality – an alarm clock, a preschooler, sometimes even my own motivation. On anniversary day I do the same and wait for the inevitable life challenge to win over my self deprecation. NMO hasn’t taken over my life; It is my life and that’s a truth I’m always denying. Between the doctor appointments, the daily drugs and the consistent pain, there’s also all the good in my life. But if it’s all the same to you, today I’m gonna take my day and cover my knuckles in cheesie dust.