At my most recent clinic, the nurse pulled out my mic-key – the feeding tube that allows access to my stomach – so they could give me a fresh one, and all of my breakfast came out like a volcano. Before the nurses could even react, Evan dove in and covered the hole with his bare hands. Remember, my feeding tube version of vomit was pouring out. Nothing grosses him out when it comes to me. Nothing. And that is true love in all its gross glory.
Please enjoy the illustration below, and have a happy Valentine’s Day!
J/K about the illustration. I love you too much to do that to you. (insert adorable, mischievous grin)
I have never really been one to get excited about New Years. Early on, my mom instilled in me a lasting fear of the hordes of drunk drivers careening about all night. I am now 30 years old, and to this day, I have never been to a New Years Eve party I couldn’t walk to. I will probably continue this habit for the rest of my days because no one can prove that it hasn’t saved my life.
2006 ; The acceptable distance to a New Year’s Eve party = My front porch
As for New Year’s resolutions, I remember my dad saying every single year, “I don’t see the point of making resolutions. If you need to make a change in your life, don’t wait. Do it immediately.” This advice, combined with my perfectionist tendencies, made me a reflective, proactive individual.
Lately, though, I have been thinking about the value of making resolutions. I still agree with my dad’s advice because, frankly, if you’re only taking stock once a year, you’re not living your best life. However, when everyone around you is examining their lives and discussing changes they want to make and goals they want to set, a uniquely supportive environment forms. If you randomly tell someone at any other time of year that you want to be better about keeping in touch with family or watching less TV, you just don’t get the same reaction as you do if you share those goals as resolutions around New Year’s. This time of year lends gravity to decisions. It signals that this is a Big Deal to you, which can elicit bolstering enthusiasm from your social circle or prompt advice and conversation. Best case scenario, you may end up with a resolution buddy who loves your idea and hops on board. Having someone to help you through rough patches, prevent backsliding, and celebrate successes with can make all the difference in the world.
Because mental health is on my mind more and more, I have been thinking about what gets me down, what triggers my depression and PTSD, and how I handle (or more accurately, don’t handle) stress. I began research new-to-me ways to improve my mental health and maybe even my physical health as a result.
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This NY Times article offers suggestions on ways to be healthier in 2018 that even those of us with ALS can try. The ones that appealed to me the most were:
GETTING BETTER SLEEP 147154 – There is a LOT of information on this page. It is divided into five sections, which you can navigate by clicking on the submenu text immediately beside the title in the black bar. Or you can just hit the down arrow. I especially liked “How to Wake Up,” which is nested under the section called “Morning Lark or Night Owl.” (See what I did there? Nest? Lark? Owl? You’re welcome.)
CONQUERING NEGATIVE THINKING 151155 – The art of acceptance is a tough one to learn, but if I want to stop the cycle of dark thoughts that keep me up at night, I better start learning.
REDUCING STRESS 151156 – Whatever your anxious little mind likes to obsess over, from relationships to your health, there’s something here to help. Now the key is not to stress about reading this whole article.
One of the ways that the article lists to decrease stress on the body and mind is yoga. That may seem impossible for many of us with ALS, but chair yoga is real thing. I recommend exploring video guides on YouTube by searching “gentle chair yoga,” which will yield countless results. I especially enjoyed this ten minute wheelchair yoga video. The neck stretches felt heavenly (using the Tobii requires me to keep my head very still, and after a few hours of writing, I get vicious neck cramps). I could not actually do most of the movements because I can barely move my arms, but I think a caregiver could help me. I’m super excited to see if I can get in Eagle Pose. Before ALS, that was my favorite way to ease back pain. Note: it is important that you do close your eyes when the instructor tells you to. This will allow you to focus on the sensations of the practice.
What you have to understand about the way I love Evan is this: I am desperate for him. I can’t shut up about him, and I don’t want to. I have heard people say that the sign of a strong relationship is that there is no sign of it on social media because the couple has nothing to prove. That makes me laugh because I am not writing about Evan for you, or at least not to convince you we’re happy. I’m just evangelical about my husband.
He is my laughter and smile and safety. The world could fall away, but if we were together, I would be just fine. I don’t have reason to be afraid anymore, and when my memories scare me, he holds me while I fight a villain only I can see.
He is the air filling my lungs, and he snatches my breath when I catch sight of him unexpectedly. When I fell in love with him, I felt like my real life had finally begun. I understood everything, who I was and what I could be with him beside me.
It feels like this: my heart beats him out, and he saturates every river of my blood until he marinates each cell. He turns my blood into champagne. That’s not pretty language. It’s science, a completely accurate description of a phenomenon that I think about and live every single day.
I don’t care if he loves me as much as I love him. I am just glad he wants to be with me. More than anything, I want him to be happy. Because of that desire – for him to have the best of every single thing under the sun and exist in total bliss – we had this conversation:
Rachel – I read about a woman who remarried barely two years after her husband died. I guess she missed having a spouse she could be normal with because she hadn’t had that the whole time her husband was sick. I want you to have a normal, full life. I am like a physical nonentity. You deserve better.
Evan – You’re not a nonentity! How can you say that?
Rachel – Physically, though, I just take up space. I can’t even hug you. How can this be enough for you?
Evan – It’s enough. It just is. The way you look at me makes me feel hugged.
Rachel – That’s one of the best things you’ve ever said.
His happiness is my greatest life goal. As for me, I’m happy to just stare at him while he reads, cooks, or sleeps. I know I look sweet, but don’t let that fool you; he makes me feral and vicious. I would do absolutely anything to secure his happiness without hesitation. I can forgive a lot, use my empathy to understand where someone else is coming from in a conflict, move on. All of that goes out the window, though, when someone wrongs Evan. I never forget either. May 2012, Washington DC, Evan organized a massive event to train grassroots activists, which was attended by 523 citizens from around the country. Evan was troubleshooting a problem in the lobby when his colleague swooped in and began bragging about the 523 advocate training binders that Evan had actually created. He has been over it for years. I am not. So, yes, you could say I am more than a little protective of him.
His existence makes me believe in a higher power because there is no way that he – or we – are products of chance. He wraps around the chunks cut out of me by a painful past and lingering insecurities. I honed sharp edges to protect myself before him, and I enjoyed the power of a preemptive strike. However, time with him has dulled those parts of me, which I allow because in my new life, I don’t need razors.
Falling in love with Evan also restored my lost faith because I have to believe that someone is watching over him every second we’re apart. Otherwise, I would go mad, though losing my mind over my love of Evan isn’t completely out of the question…
I never want to live in a world where he is farther than a phone call away. Ideally, that sentence would read “I never want to live in a world where he is farther than 20 feet away,” but I am aware that we need our own identities. This is probably the best indicator that I am not completely unhinged regarding Evan. I am in love, infatuated, even a little obsessed, but not crazy. And if I were crazy, well, I wouldn’t mind at all… as long as it didn’t bother Evan.
And now, a song that always make me think of my beloved Evan:
Okay, I lied. There is one more song that is perfect! However, it’s by my favorite artist, who Evan strongly dislikes… But it is my blog so, play my heartstrings, Iron and Wine!
Those of us living with ALS or loving someone who has it are gratitude experts. Don’t misunderstand me. We have our dark, bitter moments. As we catalogue our blessings – the precious time we have had on earth, our remaining abilities – we inevitably think about the other side of the coin. Yes, I have lived 30 full years, but how many do I have left as this disease does its wicked work? I can still move my legs, but God, do I miss walking and dancing.
This post is meant to break us and our loved ones out of this cycle. This Thanksgiving, let’s be grateful for the following:
1. The exciting research currently underway
In the three years since the Ice Bucket Challenge, we have seen more progress in research about the causes of and treatments for ALS than I ever dreamed of when I was diagnosed. Just a few months ago, the FDA – with guidance from the ALS Association – approved Radicava, the first new drug for ALS in over 20 years! To keep up with advances in research as well as drug trial news, follow these organizations on Facebook or Twitter: The ALS Association, ALS TDI, and ALS News Today.
2. We are not alone
In addition to the local monthly support groups hosted by The ALS Association, did you know that this fantastic organization arranges fun events for ALS families year round? My chapter hosts a Zoo Day and a picnic gathering at a local farm. Follow your local chapter on Facebook or Twitter so you don’t miss out! You can also get support without even leaving home by joining online support groups. I belong to six on Facebook!
3. Caregivers show us love every day
I am constantly amazed and humbled by the devotion of my caregivers. Whether they are family members, friends, or professionals we hired through an agency, they work tirelessly to see to my personal needs, from feeding me to toileting. What’s more, they do it in a way that preserves my dignity. Then, I think of all the ways they support Evan. An ALS spouse is never truly off duty, so it’s easy to get behind on housework and neglect self-care. My caregivers make such a difference in Evan’s quality of life by helping out with laundry and staying with me while Evan runs errands or takes a little time for himself. Make a list of everything that your caregivers do for you. It will give you something to do during the four hours your turkey is it the oven.
On that note, remember that November is Caregivers Appreciation Month. It’s not too late to thank your caregivers with a heartfelt note or some flowers!
This post is dedicated to my caregivers: Amelia, Aubrey, Brenda, Cindy, Evan, Mallori, Melissa, Paige, and Renee (AKA my mom).
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