I always return to this blog when I need to sort through my thoughts; to disentangle the frenzy of worries, impressions and emotions. Last time it was a loss in the family. This time a temporary derailment caused by some unexpected health issues.
It all started with unexplained weight loss and shortness of breath, which I attributed to deconditioning due to a string of consecutive illnesses. (Viral pharyngitis followed by an upper respiratory tract infection followed by sinusitis). However, when I almost passed out waiting for the bus after work, I realized something was wrong.
The next day while working at the hospital, I had my first episode. Shortness of breath, dizziness/lightheadedness, rapid heartbeat, sweating, and tingling in the neck, abdomen and extremities. By God's grace I was at a nurse's station when the attack occurred. Instantly, I was surrounded by doctors and nurses assessing, taking vitals, and arranging transport to the ER.
The following few days were a roller coaster of blood tests, imaging, consults and conflicting diagnoses. The ER practitioner, after reviewing electrocardiograms, chest x-rays, blood tests, and asking about my busy schedule, promptly diagnosed me with a panic attack. I wrestled with the shock of her words. A panic attack? My pride rejected the thought. It conjured medieval images of hysteria and wandering womb.
I'm not an anxious person. Sure, I was working full time, taking an online class, volunteering with two different organizations, taking salsa lessons along with juggling church, small group, accountability group, road trips with our exchange student and the world of online dating, but I'm an organized person. I felt in control, albeit somewhat exhausted from the never-ending merry-go-round of to-do lists and activities.
My doctor, although agreeing that the symptoms were consistent with a panic attack, leaned more towards SVT (supraventricular tachycardia). It was common in young, otherwise healthy women, and could explain the heightened pulse with activity. I grasped at the possibility. Could it be that it was simply my heart? I understand that panick attacks are a real thing people suffer from. However, my pride couldn't accept the fact that my own body would betray me like that.
Throughout the ordeal I received many calls, e-mails, texts, and cards expressing well wishes and prayers. I'm blessed to have such a strong support network of friends, family, neighbors, coworkers and church members. I dropped my Linguistics class, took several days off work, and cancelled my social engagements. For five days I had to relearn how to stop, breathe, and do nothing except rest. I'd almost forgotten how. The hardest part was the anxiety of not knowing what was causing the attacks or when the next one would occur, leaving me helpless and gasping like a fish out of water.
On the nights when I lay awake stewing in fear, researching on my phone, and wondering what the true diagnosis was, God brought Psalm 46 to mind. "God is a refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear...God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved; God will help her when morning dawns." This passage was my anchor in the midst of uncertainty.
I slowly started picking up the pieces of my derailed ego. I went back to work on restrictions. Weakened by the ordeal, I had to learn to ask for help and set limits. To explain to people why I couldn't take the stairs. Why I had to park at work instead of taking the bus. Why I always had to sit down and rest. Why I had to say no to tempting activities in favor of going home and resting instead.
After days of wrestling, I was finally able to lay aside my pride and make peace with the fact that these episodes might very well be panic attacks. If they are, I praise God because he used them to derail my prideful self-sufficiency and realize my dependence on Him. If it's my heart, He is equally sovereign and I know He will use this experience for His glory and my growth.
Sunday, March 10, 2019
An Ever Present Help
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Monday, April 23, 2018
Sickness & Grief: How to Help Someone Through It
This past year has been a year of deaths in my family. My aunt died of cancer in January and my grandmother died on Saturday from congestive heart failure. This is the first time that I've experienced grief in a personal way, and throughout the process I've learned some valuable insights about helping others deal with sickness and grief which I've modeled after the 5 love languages.
1. Time. Keep visits and phone calls short. (Short means 15-30 minutes). Calls and visits from well-meaning folks requesting updates or offering condolences get overwhelming. If a loved one is suffering from a terminal illness, the remaining time is precious. Be respectful of it.
2. Service. In tough times, everyone says "if there's anything I can do to help, let me know." However, few people will accept such a vague offer. When you offer help, be specific. Ask if you can pet-sit, bring by a meal, do a load of laundry, take out the trash/recycling, or pick up some needed items from the grocery store. If possible, offer transportation and/or housing for out of town guests/relatives. If you're a coworker, pick up their shift or offer help on projects/tasks that are due. If you're a boss, extend grace.
3. Gifts. While flowers and cards are nice, there are more practical items you can send or lend. Hours of watching at someone's bedside can be heavy and stressful. Send a snack basket or bake a plate of cookies. Lend a soothing or uplifting CD (classical music or gentle praise songs are good choices). A scent-diffuser to provide aromatherapy can be helpful to mask sick-room smells, but be sure to clear it with the family and/or medical staff first.
4. Touch. Give hugs. Long, healing hugs. If appropriate, hold them when they cry. Cry with them. Sorrow with them. Place a reassuring hand on their shoulder or arm. Make sincere, unfaltering eye contact. Communicate compassion through your body language.
5. Words. Don't just say, "I'm praying for you." Text them an encouraging scripture verse. Call them and say a short prayer over the phone. Stop by in person, lay hands on them and pray. Listen to them. Be silent with them. Laugh with them. Reminisce and share memories with them. Like time, words are precious. Don't spout off insincere platitudes. Conversely, don't get into the comparing game. A simple "I know what you're going through because I went through it with my loved one," is sufficient to lend credibility to your empathy.
Grief is a funny thing and everyone deals with it differently. Some people want to be still and quiet and alone with their grief. Others want to get away from it by surrounding themselves with people or distracting themselves with work. Whatever the strategy, you can help people dealing with sickness and grief by being respectful of their time, offering specific services, sending practical gifts, communicating compassion through touch, and keeping your words brief but sincere.
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Sunday, April 22, 2018
In Memoriam: A Tribute to my Grandmother
My grandmother passed away last night. "Passed away." It sounds so poetic. A watered-down version for inquiring acquaintances. But when you walk into the room after hours of death-watching and see the sunken sockets, the discolored extremities, the gaping mouth where breath has stilled, somehow "passed away" doesn't capture the rawness of it.
My grandmother was a follower of Christ and a woman of faith who embodied 1 Corinthians 13:4-7. She was patient with my quick-tempered grandfather for 50-plus years of marriage. She was kind to her neighbor's mentally-handicapped daughter who called her every morning for 20-some-odd years. She did not envy the lives of others--she was one of the most joyful and content people of my acquaintance, finding fulfillment in being a social worker and later a wife, mother, and active member of her community. She did not boast nor was she arrogant though she had a master's degree at a time when roughly 5% of American women had college degrees. She was never (intentionally) rude though at times her outspoken honesty combined with being hard-of-hearing caused some funny faux pas! She was not self-seeking--even on her deathbed, rather than talking about herself, she asked visitors and nurses about themselves, their children, and their grandchildren. She was not irritable or resentful when the nurse at the hospital forgot to page the doctor to request her cough medicine. Instead, she congratulated the same nurse on her upcoming nuptials at the shift change. She never rejoiced at wrongdoing, nor condoned it when her grandchildren misbehaved. (On the contrary, she was not above administering discipline when the situation called for it!) She rejoiced with the truth, closing her eyes when I read her scripture on Sunday mornings and raising her hands in worship when I played hymns and praise songs on YouTube. She bore, believed, hoped and endured to the end.
I'll miss watching NCIS and the Hallmark Channel with her. I'll miss setting in the kitchen reading her the funny papers. I'll miss her eggs benedict and pecan pies. I'll miss her tirelessly asking me, "meet any boys?", I'll miss her outspoken opinions, her sense of humor, her untiring interest and loving presence in my life. See you in heaven, Grandma.
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Monday, April 4, 2016
Peru Update 10 - The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men
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