Caregiving for Mom - The Last Years

Jenny, Mama, and Daddy

The conceptions we create of our parents over time as we grow from children to adults can be quite interesting to say the least. We come to learn new details about our parents that challenge those long held perspectives we've built, leading us to see our parents in a brand-new light.

This has been my experience with my mother and my understanding of her has a strong patient advocate. I grew up not only believing but knowing my mother to be a fierce advocate for me. I learned how to be a patient advocate for myself and others by mom's example, seeing how hard she advocated for me over the years into my adulthood even. Naturally, I presumed that my mom was just as strong of an advocate for herself as she always had been for me. And perhaps she always was. I know she was with insurance companies a fierce advocate for all three of us. But outside of the home, I wasn't there to witness her self-advocacy most of the time.

I started this article months before we lost my mom. When I re-read it to try to finish it soon after losing mom, I felt like I had been so unfair to mom about her level of self-advocacy. The day before she was hospitalized, I had even told mom, "I wish you took your health serious" in frustration when mom and dad told me that neither one of them had yet to call her Urologist two weeks after her ER trip for UTI. Mom replied "Whatever" in disgust. That's all the energy she had to spend on it. I apologized to her the next day when I saw her. She told me it was okay. I'm so glad I made sure to apologize to her.

In spite of mom's multiple health conditions that caused pain and limited her absorption, she was holding her own remarkably well until 2023 when her symptoms appeared to be out of control to me - her blood sugars wildly high with extreme lows, her mental capacity affected by relentless fatigue, ongoing urinary infections, and chronic pain. As an adult, I never shied away from sharing my medical knowledge with my mom for helping her to receive the best medical care and resources available. But I didn't interfere or assist with her medical care until 2023. I didn't know she actually needed me to but as I began to discover the magnitude of her worsening symptoms, the more I realized my conception of my mom as a strong patient advocate in a large part seemed to only be applied to her advocacy regarding my care - she wasn't using her advocacy skills for herself, and she had all kinds of understandable reasons to why that was. What I discovered through it all, was I don't think mom knew the right questions to ask and she became so overwhelmed with multiple medical appointments every week and her body was becoming increasingly tired, weak, and painful that the frustration of it all led to a bit of indifference at times that I don't think necessarily was there in years prior. 

We agreed that I'd take an active role in her medical care going forward, acting as her liaison between her and her doctors, assisting with arranging care and going to appointments with her as needed. By the one-year mark of my active role in her caregiving, she was in a lot of ways in a better place physically than she was before I took over her care. I still grapple though with trying to understand how my mom allowed herself to get into some of the situations I found her to be in because she didn't advocate for herself when she fiercely, unashamedly advocated for me even when I hadn't asked her to and especially when I told her not to, and she still did. 

With my assistance, we changed some of her providers to ones I trust. I have a long-held mistrust of medical providers on the count of my medical trauma as a child, so when I trust a provider, it means a lot. This included changing her Rheumatologist and Endocrinologist. Over the last year of her life, she was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and was in the process of being scheduled for an infusion to reduce her high inflammation markers. She continued to have chronic urinary infections that her Nephrologist believed resulted in a bacteria colonization of her bladder and had become drug resistant. In addition to the Nephrologist, she was also followed by a Urologist who aided with managing her urinary infections. We were receiving the guidance of a Diabetic Registered Dietitian who worked in conjunction with her new Endocrinologist for her Diabetes. She also was receiving treatments from a nerve renewal clinic for her Neuropathy that had improved her mobility and balance. 

I'm fortunate that dad remains in pretty good health and together, we were able to coordinate care for mom. As someone with a multitude of chronic health conditions myself, I honestly don't know how others manage their own health and that of their loved one without help especially if the caregiver is still working. I know it was a lot at times even for dad to leave the house to run errands or complete other necessary business due to fear of leaving mom alone. A fear that was understandable and dependent upon not just the day but the hour. It worked well for us that dad was able to attend and take her to her appointments and I focused more on the communication with providers and coordinating care as I have a deeper understanding of the behind the scenes and medical details. This knowledge, sometimes an annoyance to my parents, helped them better understand the gravity at times that mom was facing and led me to have some quite frank, heart to heart conversations with my parents. 

Understandably, mom became tired of having so many doctors to see and taking so many medications. She had quite a lot more to cope with than myself. Yet, at times I struggled with her resistance when she told me she didn't want to pursue an evaluation or treatment because she didn't want to have another appointment or another medication or nutritional supplement. I struggled with my patience and empathy at these times as I was transported back in time to my high school years when I wasn't given a choice and in efforts to quite literally keep me alive, I was forced to endure repeatedly painful procedures and follow strict, absolutely dreadful protocols. Mom struggled with a poor appetite and unintentional weight loss from her malabsorption issues from multiple disorders (and as I feared, also Failure to Thrive). I often wanted to scream "I'm just trying to keep you alive!". The nutritional supplement options from 20+ years ago are significantly better in not only options available but also in taste. As a teenager I was forced to ingest foods that made me gag from the taste and odor of them but nowadays, there are protein bars that taste just like candy bars and protein drinks that taste like milkshakes. 

It was in these moments that I had to pause. Patients often feel smothered, controlled, and burdensome in regard to their caregivers and caregivers often feel overwhelmed and consumed by their concern for their loved ones. These feelings though are frequently miscommunicated in ways that hurt the patient-caregiver relationship leading to feelings of resentment. Keeping this in mind, I paused. Arguing is not helpful. Clear communication of feelings and knowledge as to why XYZ is being asked of the patient and why ABC is being resisted by the patient is helpful to come to an understanding of one another and the root issue. It's at these times that I set my parents down for a heart to heart. 

Fortunately, mom responded well to these heart to hearts and they left her with increased motivation, and we were able to devise a plan for how to still pursue an evaluation with possible treatment but closer to my mother's terms. For example, when she told me that she didn’t know if she still wanted to pursue a Hematology referral we compromised on, make the appointment as the Hematologist doesn't likely have any new patient openings for anytime soon and if it's still earlier than you'd like, schedule it further out.

While her symptoms did significantly improve after I started helping in her caregiving, the last 8ish months of her life, her health rapidly declined to the point that I knew if things continued the way they were, she wouldn't survive another year. One of my worst nightmares is losing my parents and is something I've been fervently working to process and heal from in therapy since 2022. Thankfully for my own well-being, I stopped running from the pain of processing my trauma that solidified an unhealthy attachment to my parents. I'm not sure how I'd be able to cope with the events that have been transpiring if it weren't for the intense trauma therapy I continue to receive.

In my opinion, there were 2-3 main areas of focus for decreasing mom's symptoms to allow her a better quality of life and an extension: managing her liver disease, Rheumatoid Arthritis, and urinary infections. 

We made a lot of progress alone in her liver disease by the success of her Advanced Endoscopist (two weeks before her passing) to finally and fully remove a large bile duct polyp that significantly contributed to the development of liver disease. The location of this polyp was only allowing our GI specialist to trim the polyp every 3 months in an ERCP. As the polyp grew, her symptoms worsened and each ERCP was hard on mom requiring additional recovery period. While the Advanced Endoscopist was successful in fully removing this large polyp, another polyp was discovered further up in the bile duct but was scheduled to be tackled in her next ERCP. 

She was diagnosed with Emphysematous Cystitis (EC) just two weeks before she died. EC is a UTI with a gas producing bacteria. This was particularly concerning for me as the mortality rate for EC is reported to be 7% and if not caught early, increases to 20%. This wasn't what ended up killing her though.

Combining this knowledge with my trauma attachment, was devastating for me. However, I coped much better than I would have before I started my intense healing journey in 2022. While I was fearful and anxious, I was able to navigate it with greater ease than in the past and came away from that experience with the realization that I needed to remain alive for mom to receive the care she needed, especially if her health was going to continue to decline. And most importantly, I was okay with being alive for her until her passing. This alone is an incredible display of growth on my part as I've had the long-held wish that I should die before my parents out of fear of how I would even possibly be able to cope and live without them. Through my therapy and before losing mom, I reached a place I knew I could not only envision life without my parents, as difficult as it would be, but I knew that I would be able to manage. While my life wouldn't be the same without my parents, I believed I would be able to find a way with the support of my people, to live and not merely survive. I still do not want to live without my parents, but I was able to trust that I would be able to live and accept the need to be alive for my parents' well-being during their final years. Now don't get me wrong, I still hoped we all three would have died together as my parents and I have often joked about in some natural disaster - this remains my ideal. 

Dad and I never imagined though that we would lose her so soon. I tried to prepare dad for thinking ahead because of mom's rapidly declining health. I was afraid she would require a 24/7 private caregiver or nursing home placement before long. After she was treated for the EC, she had an incredible 1.5 weeks for her. She went out and did things, went to many medical appointments and was able to go do the things she wanted as long as dad drove her and helped her walk into places. And then on that Wednesday, she started feeling worse. Thursday, she cancelled her medical appointment that day. Friday she couldn't move without dad's help, she was hardly eating or drinking anything. She refused to go to the hospital. Dad never pushed mom to do anything medically she didn't want to do. She didn't seem to take it well from dad. Whereas, with me, she did. 

I came over on that Saturday morning and dad asked me to try to convince mom to go to the hospital, to the main location, and by ambulance. Mom was curled up on the couch, she probably weighed under 100 pounds at this point if it wasn't for the loose skin of her apron belly from her abdominal surgeries. She couldn't move any amount without increased pain and of course remaining still didn't alleviate her pain either. She couldn't walk by herself; she couldn't pick up her legs onto the couch herself. She couldn't really do anything by herself. Amazingly though she was able to clearly remember her medications and when to take them. Liquid dribbled out of her mouth when she tried to drink from a straw - more than I had ever seen. She could barely talk. She had difficulty enunciating and while she could kind of say sentences, they had to be short, but the words were hard to understand. These two things alone were new, alarming developments.  

When talking to mom about needing to go to the hospital, her response was "what are they going to do? Give me fluids and antibiotics?". She was exasperated and I could tell she didn't think the hospital was going to do anything more than fluids and antibiotics so what a waste. I just thought "No, mom. They're going to do so much more." I explained to her that she couldn't live much longer like she had been the last two days, she wouldn't make it through the weekend if she didn't go to the hospital. I convinced her to go by ambulance to the hospital we knew she needed to go to for the best care, where most of our doctors are. 

I had access to mom's patient portal so every time she had any test done even in the ER, I could view the results long before the ER nurses or even the doctor came to tell us. From the lab results and when the ER doctor was finally able to see us all in person, he asked the nurses why she was still there in ER in an urgent questioning manner and when he said, "She should be in ICU", I knew we were way deeper in it than any of us had realized. We never would have guessed that mom was in septic shock, her life was second to second. The ER doctor wouldn't let mom make any decisions, he said she was cognitively impaired from the sepsis. We went against mom's wishes and made her a DNR for that day and night. And through all of this, mom had some of the best hearing she had in years and would remember things being said around her and then later on ask for clarification about what we were talking about. We were astounded. But that was mom. She was always leaving us astounded and she continued to the rest of her life up until her final breath. She was alive long after she medically, scientifically should have died. She became lucid enough in the midst of everything that while I was making the medical decisions for her, I felt she was lucid enough to be involved in her care and to know what was going on, no matter how harsh the truth was. And that's how mom wanted it - she wanted to be involved in her own care and she didn't want anything kept secret from her. She furrowed her brows I was told when I would talk quietly to any hospital employee and especially if I stepped out of the room to talk to them. And she would relax and appear relieved and peaceful when I would come back and tell her what had been discussed. She even asked me that second day in the hospital, "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?" No mama. Never. She hated it when I told her we didn't know things, she was afraid that I was hiding the severity of things from her. I just didn't know because I couldn't tell the future - I knew the current risks but I didn't know what was for sure going to happen until the day I had to tell her that we were putting her on hospice. That was when we knew there was no more hope of saving her. The only thing left I could do as a caregiver was make her last days as comfortable and full of love as I possibly could. And I did just that with the help of my dad and mother-in-law. She died with me and dad by her side. Her ever-faithful daughter never leaving the hospice facility and rarely leaving her room while her ever faithful husband took care of their home and her pets for her when he wasn't at the hospice facility.

Mom had an affinity for dragonflies the last few years of her life, she liked that they're called Skeeter Hawks. As we left the hospice facility to return to our own homes respectively after saying our final goodbyes to mom's physical body - a dragonfly was caught in the grill of mom's car. I asked dad what he thought it meant.

"I caught her". 

Watch Sharing Mama's Story for a detailed account of mom's last weeks alive, including our time at the hospice facility together. 

Meditation Effects on the Brain

I attended a seminar through the Institute for Natural Resources titled Meditation and the Brain: Physiologic Effects, Mindfulness, and Mental Health. It was very enlightening learning about various methods of meditation and their effects on the brain that I will share with you below. 

Post Concussion Syndrome

This has been a story in the making for over a year now. I am now released from worker's compensation and feel able to share my story with Post Concussion Syndrome (PCS).

In 2015, I fell at work and hit my head due to my blood pressure bottoming out. I didn't have a concussion from that fall, and it wouldn't be until 2022 that I would come to understand how so many of my health changes stemmed from that single fall that caused me to develop Abdominal Migraine.

In early February 2023 I fell on the ice at work injuring my head and my right knee. I didn't even land on my knee but yet I twisted it in the process. At first, I didn't think anything about it really. I immediately hurt from my fall, as I would expect. I called my neurologist's office to let them know I had hit my head so that they were aware and that I was feeling alright except for the expected pain from a fall. However, within a few hours, things started to change. I started having pressure in my head, headache, my concentration and speech were off, I felt funny. There was such a remarkable difference in my speech alone that when I called my neurologist's office back, I was told that I definitely needed to go the ER for evaluation.

My mom took me to a small, local ER. In spite of being there for concussion symptoms, the ER doctor was only concerned if I was vomiting and if I had hurt my knee and neck. He ordered a knee x-ray and a neck CT scan - both were unremarkable. He said I scored a 15 on some scale (which was really good evidently), I wasn't vomiting, and I had hit the back of my head so he wasn't concerned about a severe concussion and therefore he wouldn't order any imaging of my head. I didn't realize until after I was released that I don't think he asked me if I was having any other symptoms other than pain and vomiting. The only reason that the ER doctor explained why he wasn't worried about a severe concussion and would even use the word "concussion" with me was because I kept asking every staff member that came into my room why I wasn't having any imaging tests of my head. Word got back to the doctor, and he decided then to say anything about a concussion to me. Even then, he would only say "you might have a mild concussion". Might my ass. And the only instructions I was given were by the nurse who warned me about increased symptoms if my heart rate increased over the next couple weeks and to take Tylenol or Ibuprofen. A day or two later, I realized that I hadn't advocated for myself at all like I normally would, and this wouldn't be the last time either when dealing with my concussion, unfortunately. 

To say that I have been completely confused and scared, unlike myself in so many ways, is an understatement. A friend told me to not look at any screens and to follow up with my PCP. I told her about it and asked about any precautions/restrictions I needed to take. The only thing I was told was to limit screens. 

The night of my fall, my entire body hurt - every single joint and major muscle group was flared. I hurt almost as badly as did following my gallbladder removal surgery when my nerve pain kept me bedbound for 4 months except for the time I went to work. Four days later and looking at screens still triggered or increased my headaches. Since my injury occurred while at work, I was followed by worker's comp and bound to their rules and recommendations. With my symptoms no better after the 4 days the ER doctor wrote for me to be off work, I was directed to 3-4 different nurse practitioners to manage my care at an urgent care contracted with my worker's comp. I wasn't assigned to one nurse practitioner, so I never knew who was going to be the one to manage my care that week when I would return for each follow up visit. The time I was allowed and restricted from screens changed every week. But by my 2nd visit back, there was concern about my knee that I twisted in my fall and was referred to physical therapy. There the physical therapist told me I likely had an injury to my outer meniscus and was allotted 6 sessions of physical therapy to strengthen it as it healed. 

In the meantime, I was still experiencing headaches, memory loss, loud noises bothering me, excessive crying at sometimes nothing at all and other times if I was overwhelmed in the slightest, misreading signals so I thought everyone was mad at me with absolutely no evidence, numbness, difficulty concentrating and forming sentences when my headaches were really bad. I differentiate between how noises bother me - usually when a noise bothers someone it hurts their ears but for me, noise hurts my brain. One day, I had the worst headache I've ever had in my entire life. My entire head hurt immensely and every few seconds it felt as though I was being forcefully struck on the top of my head repeatedly for about an hour. It took Tylenol 45 minutes to start to lessen the pain. I struggled with my short-term memory for a long time, and it was very upsetting to me. I couldn't remember things like where I had found a coffee I liked. One week, I bought a to-go drink from somewhere that I sipped on for several days. By the end of the week, I looked at this generic cup and realized I had no recollection of where I had obtained this cup from. While most of the things I couldn't remember weren't significant it was the mere fact that I couldn't remember that was extremely upsetting and would lead to crying spells.

There were so many days that I was completely convinced that Mike was ending our life partnership with absolutely no reason to think this. The most frustrating thing? I wasn't even feeling depressed and yet I was more emotional and crying more frequently than I think I usually do when I am depressed feeling. It literally was as though I suddenly lost all of my coping skills. I could only handle feeling overwhelmed, overstimulated, stressed for about 5 minutes max before I would break down into tears - and sometimes I couldn't stop crying for 2 hours or more. My neurologist told me that I needed to address this in my mental health counseling or as my brain heals from the injury "it will get stuck like that". Great, like that didn't add even more stress to me during this. My counseling had to be placed on hold though as my cognitive behavioral therapy was virtual so there were times I couldn't be on the computer, and it was unsafe to undergo EMDR therapy due to risk of seizure with a concussion. 

After a few weeks, with symptoms not improving and probably only because I had a crying spell with one of the nurse practitioners, a brain MRI was ordered but didn't show any explanation for my continued symptoms and then after a couple more weeks, I was finally referred to a neurologist. The majority of this process I felt completely confused, no idea what to expect, no idea if what I was experiencing was normal, and feeling terrified this would be how I'd be for the rest of my life. So, to finally be allowed to see a neurologist was a large relief...except though of course, my anxiety of providers I'm not familiar with and my fear of being dismissed and overlooked, misunderstood as a rare disease and medically complex patient. 

The earliest availability with the neurologist I was referred to was mid-July. My case manager and adjuster both agreed this was too long of a wait for me to be seen by a neurologist and asked if my neurologist would accept worker's comp and see me instead. My neurologist, a saint of a man, agreed as a favor to me because he knows me well and is aware of my mistrust and fear of new providers. 

With all the approvals in place, I was able to see my neurologist who advised my brain looked good and cautioned me to only use analgesics 2-3 times a week, not daily, as it could worsen my headaches. Instead, he wanted to focus on preventing my headaches and prescribed Topamax for me to try. It would take up to 6 weeks to become fully effective and has some bothersome side effects and so it's recommended to take it at night so that one sleeps through the side effects. This, of course, had to be approved by my worker's comp team before I could obtain the medication though. My neurologist also recommended that I discuss with my adjuster the logistics for me to have a reduced work schedule to allow time for my brain to heal. He told me that my brain hadn't been getting the time it needed to heal and jumping straight back into work and usual activities hinders the healing process following a concussion. Additionally, he advised me that my difficulty to remember words, using word salad, saying phrases backwards and even repeatedly saying the same thing over and over were all a signal that my brain was needing a break, it was working too hard. 

I indeed did experience side effects from the Topamax - namely numbness. Both of my arms became numb, and it was bothersome, but I was willing to withstand it if it would help my brain. However, by the 3rd night on the Topamax my legs became numb and were hurting. I could barely sleep that night from neuropathy like symptoms in my legs. I thought perhaps taking a hot shower would help my legs feel better. That was the wrong move though as I nearly fell more than once in the shower due to the severity of numbness in my legs and I couldn't feel how hot the water was, so when I got out of the shower my body looked like it had a severe sun burn. I called my neurologist that morning who immediately switched me to Candesartan. Migraine prevention is one of the off-label uses of Candesartan as it is actually a high blood pressure medication. Again, he instructed for me to take Candesartan at bedtime in case it made me drowsy, and it would take a while for it to build in my system. He also advised he wouldn't want to test if I no longer needed the Candesartan for at least 6 months and possibly not until a year. I also required worker's comp approval to try this medication and then again, each month to obtain a refill.

Let me tell you, I am in love with Candesartan. It is an old medication, and I don't have any negative side effects. It doesn't make me drowsy but if I take it at the right time, it allows me to actually sleep well throughout the night. I have never slept as well, especially continuously, as I do with the Candesartan. It doesn't leave me feeling groggy the next day either like all other sleep aids/medications do. And of course, the very best thing about it is it does help reduce my symptoms to a tolerable level. I have not recovered to how I was prior to my fall and am not anticipated to return to that baseline either. I did require my dose to be increased as one missed dose caused a several day flare of my symptoms and one missed dose shouldn't lead to such a long recovery. 

Loud noises, overstimulation, and the decreased frustration/stress tolerance levels have been extremely difficult to navigate as they feed off one another and would then trigger a Migraine headache. Loud noises start to overstimulate my brain, as I become more stimulated the less I can tolerate and the more emotional I become the more likely I am to cry and every one of these things trigger headaches for me. There are also times that the slightest noise is too much for me and I need complete silence. I have been unable to find headphones that cut out 100% of noise but I do have noise cancelling ear buds and headphones that Mike got me to help reduce this cycle. There are times that I require using both my earbuds and headphones simultaneously as the noise is too bothersome with just one. Certain sounds and frequencies are at times more bothersome than others and at times they're not, there is no 100% consistent predictability to what will trigger my Migraine headaches. To make it worse, when I can't escape noise, it has triggered a form of anxiety in my brain that has at its worst required me to use all my strength to not smash my head into something to try to make my brain stop hurting. There have been plenty of days that I come home from work, and I message Mike "I'm lying down, leave me alone until I get out of bed" and he knows that means my brain is requiring complete silence and darkness to recover to a functioning level again.

In the midst of all these events transpiring, I was crying at nearly every turn due to my anxiety and fears coupled with my loss of coping skills since my fall. Once I was able to resume counseling, my counselors started working on identifying the root cause of my emotional distress and loss of coping skills. And we came to the conclusion that while a symptom of PCS is a lower tolerance level for stress and frustration and increased emotionality, trauma was also contributing to my increased emotional state. It was as though I had been transported back in time to when I was 9 starting with my first surgery. As a 9-year-old, I didn't have any coping skills, everything was new, confusing, and scary. Which was exactly how I'd been feeling. I didn't have any providers I trusted then or in the beginning of my concussion. It'd been a week-by-week trial and error for me and Mike trying to fine tune the best things for me and him to do to help me. And it's during this that I realized I need Mike and I truly don't know how I would be navigating all of this emotionally without him. Perhaps that's why I was convinced he was leaving me even. I was letting him closer to me than I ever had before, something that is scary to me, something against the vow I made to myself following my divorce. It was all too much at once and I felt vulnerable on all fronts. 

Mike's been really great though throughout. He makes every effort to answer my calls or call me back as soon as he can because he knows that I'm calling because I'm spiraling, and I need him to help walk me through it into calmness. He pays attention to all the random, useless information I tell him so that when I forget something, he can help remind me and prevent a spiraling episode. When we're in person and I start to spiral, he physically makes me stop and just breathe with him. And it was working! Slowly, over time I've required less time to calm even by myself and lengthened my tolerance level for stress, frustration, and overstimulation. Over a year later and all my symptoms are still not at the level I had pre-PCS but it's much closer at least and much more tolerable. Sometimes I'm able to go almost two weeks without crying from my decreased stress or frustration tolerance level and increased emotionality. I no longer feel insecure about my relationships with others, and I can tolerate loud noises for longer periods before requiring noise cancelling headphones. 

Once my symptom improvement maintained but I was no longer seeing improvements, my neurologist and I agreed that I had achieved maximum medical improvement and not anticipated to ever return to my baseline. My worker's comp then scheduled an Independent Medical Exam by another neurologist at my 1-year mark of my injury to determine if I still required the Candesartan. 

I finally received the notice that my worker's comp case was being closed as the independent neurologist found that I have achieved maximum medical improvement and my medication and any other future claims related to my injury would no longer be covered under worker's comp. Simply put, my PCS won't get better and even though I have only improved as well as I have because I am taking Candesartan, worker's comp has cut me off and doesn't find that Candesartan is needed to maintain that improvement. However, I expected their ruling and while it does suck to have to pay for my medication for the rest of my life it also means that I don't have to jump through any of the hoops that's required by worker's comp to obtain the continued care I need for my PCS. 

I hope I never have another fall again. I am particularly careful now when walking as my brain can't handle continued injuries. This is my second fall as an adult with a head injury that caused a new life-long condition. 

If you or someone you know receives a head injury, I implore you to take it seriously. Concussions are no joke. Seek out the care of a neurologist for monitoring and possible treatment options. 

How We Can Use Hardship to Build Our Resiliency

Most of us are aware of the popular saying that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, which was shortened from the original saying penned by philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. Nietzsche, who is a fascinating philosopher to study, argued that while life’s suffering provides an opportunity for growth and building strength, the ability to build strength from suffering comes from existing strength within someone. This is a view that has been told and retold throughout written history before and after Nietzsche.

This all aligns perfectly with a renewed outlook on the saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. Perhaps you have seen this new perspective tweeted by @rkkaay that has been shared around the internet:  

“Your trauma made you stronger. No, my trauma made me traumatized, it made me weak, gave me sleepless nights and memory loss, it gave me feelings I’ve never wanted. I made myself stronger, by dragging myself out of a dark place and dealing with consequences that weren’t my fault”.  

I absolutely love both perspectives of how hardship and trauma provide an opportunity for building strength. It is ultimately, within us where the true strength lies and is activated by trauma. The trauma is merely a trigger signaling to us to build from the trauma experience. By viewing life's hardships in this manner, the power is restored to the individual. It is not the trauma that holds power over us, it is we who holds power over the trauma. This is an incredibly vital understanding for processing trauma, particularly if the trauma has led to Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD).

As a rare disease patient whose medical experiences led to the development of medical PTSD, I realize firsthand how powerless and helpless PTSD can leave one feeling, especially when combined with depression. It can become completely crippling to one's efforts to participate in normal daily functioning.

Not only can recognizing that the ability to grow and build from trauma lies within oneself instead of externally be life-changing by itself but also identifying and acknowledging where the growth shows itself in one's life as well. When we build from our inner strength through hardships, there are common perspectives or understandings that many of us adopt or learn. These new understandings are quite powerful in themselves as well.

Empathy Not Sympathy

It can be difficult at times to empathize with others and their experiences when we don't have any experiences to help us relate to another's. Many confuse empathy with sympathy; however, they are drastically different. Sympathy is a feeling of pity for another and their experience, it stems from a desire for us to not have the same bothersome experience of someone else's with a motive to not feel the discomfort that thinking of another's experience triggers within us. Whereas empathy is compassion for another's hardship with relation and understanding of their experience without any underlying motive about our own feelings but rather a focus on their feelings. When we experience a trauma, it broadens the realm of life experiences we encounter and by doing so, it allows us to build our empathy for others and their hardships. While one hardship may not be exactly the same to another person's hardship, our ability to relate progresses and based off our experiences we can find compassion for that of another's even when they are on the surface very different. When we relate to one another on a deeper level, we can provide and receive support from one another - strengthening our social connections. And strong social support in turn increases our resiliency to hardship.

Community Building

This is why community is so important for one's well-being. Often times, especially for men, the notion of being completely independent to the point of not allowing any help or support from another person whether it's physical, emotional, mental, or financial becomes romanticized and striven for by many. However, in reality, such extreme independence can negatively affect one's mental health as it leaves one vulnerable to feelings of shame, guilt, worthlessness when support is required. When these conflicting beliefs and feelings are not resolved, the dissonance can lead to new hardships created by a maladaptive attempt to stop the contention resulting in chemical dependency or substance abuse, for example. We see this struggle between what one believes they should be as a hyper independent person and the reality of requiring some type of support most often among men and individuals in careers that emit or require a presentation of unusual strength physically and mentally, for example military and law enforcement. These are also fields that provide unique experiences that the general population is not subjected to in most cases. For these reasons, community building of those with similar experiences becomes even more crucial and when psychological conditions and maladaptive behaviors occur that require a higher level of intervention and such communities can be very helpful.

I've experienced the need for such a specific type of community in my own medical experiences as a child and teenager with an ostomy and as a rare disease patient. Attending The Youth Rally and UOAA conferences were life changing in their own rights for me as an ostomate - I was able to meet and develop lifelong friendships with others of my own age who also had ostomies. And through the online rare disease community, I finally found the connections I so desperately needed as a child who didn't know anyone else outside of my family with my rare diseases.

I learned over the last two years in my metaphysical classes that receptivity to the support of another is not just about us receiving from one another, but it is also about the other person who is wanting to give. By receiving their support, we are giving them that opportunity to give, to grow themselves, to increase our social bonds to one another. As a giver, it can be difficult to receive from others and I try to remember this now when someone is wanting to give to me.

Self-Care

As I finally learned self-care in 2022 and after many trial and error attempts, I've learned how to also maintain self-care now, I have a new appreciation and understanding of self-care. Self-care is difficult to learn or achieve when we are in a survival mode but eventually, our minds and bodies will force us to learn self-care if we want to improve our mental and physical health. This is another difficult task for a giver which can be bred through hardship as well. My own medical trauma led me to want to give to others to help them through theirs and so I often gave more of myself than I had to give and once I stopped living in survival mode, my mind and body let me know it was time to learn self-care. Part of self-care is managing our energy and health needs to protect ourselves from burning out or causing more harm to ourselves. Like any habit we want to create, we can start small and build upon that starting point. We won't learn self-care in one fell swoop, it's a learning process just like the rest of life.

Building Appreciation

A common negative thought pattern that we all practice at times is discounting the positive and focusing on the negative. We do this also when we practice all or nothing thinking, black and white thinking. Both of these cognitive distortions make it difficult to appreciate the good, the positive in experiences and in life in general. An attribute of resiliency is the ability to practice appreciation and gratitude. Some days this may be harder than others but at the end of the day, being able to step back and find something to be grateful for even on the hardest of days can make the difference in reducing the hold of depression. This is not to say that positive thinking or gratitude are a cure all for depression, but they are healthy coping mechanisms that can be employed during hardships to help us decrease the mental toll of a difficult time. When experiencing a chronic hardship, such as with chronic illness, a person has two paths they can choose to take - either it can become so difficult to appreciate the good moments because one is so bogged down by the fear of the next let down OR the good moments can be savored and reflected upon with fondness and deep appreciation. Personally, I find great joy in relishing the good moments, savoring them and appreciating them in all their glory. When we have chronic pain and we do an activity without resulting in a pain flare, that's something to appreciate. When our doctor's appointment or test results are good or better than we anticipated, that's something to appreciate. When we remembered all of our medications without missing any of them, that's something to appreciate. The beauty of appreciation is that appreciation doesn't have to be for something huge - it can be for literally anything. And when we find moments of gratitude, we are building up our inner strength.

Gaining New Perspectives

As we develop each of the previously discussed skills and healthy coping mechanisms, we can begin to gain a new perspective, a wider perspective. When we feel pinned down by a difficult time, our view of the situation at hand can quickly become hyper focused and narrowed creating tunnel vision. Negative thought patterns will arise during tunnel vision as well and depending on the narrowed view we are taking, we may become overwhelmed by feelings of hopelessness, stress, defeat, fear, anxiety, etc. When we notice such moments, it is important to engage in behaviors to help widen our view once again and looking at the situation from a different viewpoint. In the midst of a crisis, or what even feels like a crisis, this can be challenging. Taking a moment to pause, to avoid rumination, regroup with the larger picture in mind and consulting with others are all small steps that can drastically change one's view on a difficult situation. For example, when my last surgeon said that there wasn't anything else for him to do about my chronic, debilitating pain that developed 2.5 weeks after my gallbladder removal, I was overcome with a brief period of depression and utter devastation. After I cried my heart out for hours and probably took a nap from exhaustion, I awoke with a new perspective on my pain and was able to devise a new plan of action for finding out what was causing my pain and for any possible effective treatments. It was with this wider view of the big picture that I was able to draw upon my inner strength to carry me through the next 6.5 months that it would take to obtain a diagnosis and effective treatment plan.

I struggle with catastrophizing potential future events, fixating on the worst-case scenario I can possibly imagine. This is a cognitive distortion that I continue to work on in my EMDR therapy and stems from my medical PTSD. I am becoming better equipped to identify when I am catastrophizing potential future events and exploring a new perspective of moderation, reducing my all or nothing thinking in regard to my fears. The more that I am able to practice this, the more I am gaining a new perspective on life, my future, and how I can cope in healthier ways.

Ultimately, we get to choose how we are going to respond to hardships in life. Responding and reacting are two different things. Reaction is that knee jerk reaction without any thought involved, however, responding is when we take the time to decide how we want to respond instead of automatically going with our initial gut reflex. Learning how to respond is part of healing and building upon the strength within ourselves that can be shown to us through difficult times. For even appreciation can be given to a hardship for the opportunity it provides to grow, for revealing what may not have been visible to us previously. Until that time, when facing a difficult moment and awaiting to come out on the other side of it, we can engage in daily practices to keep us above water while we are navigating those periods. 

Comfytemp Weighted Heated Vest: AD - A Sponsored Review

 

Disclaimer: I have been given Comfytemp Heating Pad for Neck and Shoulder Pain Relief as part of a product review. Although the product was a gift, all opinions in this review remain my own and I was in no way influenced by the company.

Chronic pain is, unfortunately, not uncommon amongst those of us with chronic illness and with Familial Adenomatous Polyposis, we often have abdominal pain at the very least. However, part of my Abdominal Migraine is torso pain that extends to the top of my shoulders as well as neck pain due to degeneration in my cervical spine. It was with these thoughts that I looked forward to testing the 

Comfytemp Heating Pad for Neck and Shoulder Pain Relief.

This specific weighted heating pad by Comfytemp fits like a cropped jacket, zips in the front, and has adjustable straps for the sides and arms so that the vest is adjustable to fit sizes Small, Medium, and Large with the arms adjusting up to 16 inches and the chest adjusting up to 47 inches. There is heating in the neck, shoulders, arms, and full back and the heating pads of the vest in the shoulders and upper back are filled with micro-glass beads. This vest is electric; the electrical cord with control is detachable from the vest to allow for machine washing, although I did not test wash the vest.

I have never used a weighted blanket before and although weighted blankets have been shown to aid with anxiety reduction and other benefits, I have panic attacks when I feel confined by fabrics and when something is too near or too tight around my neck. For this reason, I don't believe I would like a weighted blanket as I have become anxious even when only using a heavy comforter. The first time I tried on this specific Comfytemp Heating Pad, straight out of its packaging, I experienced a panic attack upon fully zipping the vest as the collar was touching my neck too much for my comfort level. However, when I straightened out the vest while I regained my composure, I have been able tolerate the vest without experiencing anxiety since, even when napping with the vest on. 

Due to the attached electrical cord during use, it would not necessarily be easy to sleep for long periods while wearing the vest as the cord is attached to the left side of the vest. This would not necessarily be an issue for someone who does not move a lot in their sleep and is sleeping on the correct side to prevent from laying on the electrical cord. Lying on the cord does not impede the vest from functioning properly, however, I do not like to lie on cords when sleeping, I move a lot in my sleep, and I often require using the restroom during the night, sometimes urgently. When I wore the vest while napping, it was after a full day of work and my left shoulder blade was particularly hurting. I looked forward to wearing the vest in attempt to reduce my shoulder and back pain. While lying on my left side with the vest on, I adjusted the side straps to keep the vest's heated pads that are filled with micro-glass beads as close to my back as desired. I was able to fall asleep and when I awoke from my nap, my back and shoulder felt immensely better from the heat. I have worn the vest in this manner on more than one occasion for pain in the same shoulder/upper back area with similar results each time.

The vest has 9 levels for heat with a timer option that ranges from 30 minutes to 9 hours for automatically shutting off the heat. I tested all 9 heating levels and found that the vest heated rather quickly but was not a searing heat that would be considered painful even on bare skin. When reducing the heat level, it took a few minutes for my body to register the difference in temperature, but I was able to notice a difference as I increased and decreased the temperature through all 9 levels. 

What I don't like about the vest is the arm straps. I understand the reason for them to allow for a wide range of arm sizes to fit the vest arms and to secure them, but I found them cumbersome and awkward for putting on and off the vest - something my other family members who tested the vest also voiced. The Velcro straps felt uncomfortable if they weren't aligned properly to prevent touching the skin, I couldn't simply remove the vest as I had to unstrap the Velcro straps from one another and at times, I had difficulty putting on the vest because the Velcro straps were attached to different parts of the vest and kept reattaching before I could put the vest fully on. Instead, I would prefer a thin, soft, loose fabric on the underside of the arms of the vest to fit more naturally like an article of clothing.

My parents tested this vest as well. My mother often times is cold and thoroughly enjoyed wearing the vest. So much so, I believe my father is purchasing one for her. My parents both found it to be "fairly comfortable" and felt the warmth of the vest around their neck, upper chest and shoulders particularly. They found it a "bit confusing to put on initially" and reported "big gaps on the side when adjusted". My mother has chronic pain but was not experiencing any pain while testing the vest for a weekend. However, she stated she thought the vest would be helpful in reducing her pain had she been experiencing any pain in those areas of the body during her trial test. My father particularly thought the vest would be nice to wear if working a desk job or while lounging.

My partner, Mike, also tried the vest. He has chronic nerve pain in his neck that at times also radiates into his shoulders and upper back. Mike found the vest to be on the uncomfortable side as for him, he really needed a larger size. He was able to zip it up completely, although I was surprised by this. He said that it heated quickly, and the warmth felt nice. However, once he became too hot he did not want to turn the heat level down to allow the warmth to dissipate to a more comfortable level - he stated he was too hot to wait for that. His shoulders and back were not hurting when he tested the vest although I suspect the heat may have been helpful with pain there for him, had he been having any during his trial periods. He primarily has pain in the back of his neck and did not feel that the collar of the vest provided any pain relief for him. Part of this reason though was because the collar did not stay up against the back of his neck enough for the heat to be of any potential use. Mike said that he wished that the vest was battery operated so that he could wear it without being limited to one space and especially to be able to wear it outside. 

Oddly enough, I remember thinking several months ago about how I wished there was a heating pad product that was not just a regular heating pad but instead could stay close against my back and move with me in different body positions without having to readjust the heating pad placement. I did not think such a thing existed, it never even occurred to me to do a search for such a type of heating pad. But now I'm aware of such items available through Comfytemp and I am thoroughly impressed with the variety of heated items Comfytemp has available. Overall, I am very pleased with and would recommend the Comfytemp Heating Pad for Neck and Shoulder Pain Relief vest and will be wearing it regularly, in fact I am wearing it as I finish this review.