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Friday, February 29, 2008

Take Two: A Letter to Oprah Speaking Up About My Passion--Health and Illness

"To save one life is to save the world."
--the Talmud--



Note: I am continuously searching for ways, within my limited level of functioning, to be a patient advocate for women and others with chronic illness. I am also always searching for ways to make my life and my experiences meaningful and useful. The other night while watching an episode of Oprah (yes, I TiVo them all!), I felt for the first time that I was ready and the time was right for me to write my first letter on the topic of chronic illness/women's health to Oprah. I don't think it will be my last. Yes, I still want Nate to come. No, he hasn't knocked on my door yet. But, I wrote to Oprah this time because I felt an inner voice telling me to speak out about my passions.


No, it's not my best writing. But it's done. It's sent. My piece has been said. And perhaps peace has been achieved on some level also? Not much I write these days is coming together through the brain fog. If I wait for the day when I write clearly again, I may lack the passion I have in the moment. So, I'd rather say it now with passion than not say it at all.


Oddly, as I mentioned in my blog about my letter to Nate, I have never written to a star or talk-show host before. I wonder why it is that now I have written to Oprah twice in four months? Why I have felt the absolute necessity to use my precious little energy to do so? Have I finally found my voice? Only time will tell.

Blessings,

Emily


Dear Oprah,

After ten years of watching your show (since I graduated from college) and never writing to you (but always wanting to), I am now writing to you for the second time in four months. I can only explain this as listening to God and the shifts taking place within me.

I first wrote to you in November of 2007 to request that Nate would come to our home for a home or room makeover. This, for me, was a huge leap of faith and out of my comfort zone: asking for something I really, really, really wanted (Thank you Elizabeth Gilbert!). I also asked for it because I really believed, and continue to believe, that my family needed it on a much deeper level too.

This time I write to you out of my passion to give back to other women struggling with health issues and not getting answers. I write to you because I believe you are, in many ways, 'the' voice for women. Your show opens our hearts to social, political, emotional, spiritual, and health care issues and leaves us better people for it. You and your show bring me much joy and many 'ah-ha' moments.

Last night, while watching one of Dr. Oz's episodes on tape, I had an 'ah-ha' moment of absolute 'inner knowing' that I had the perfect opportunity to engage in my passion.

What compels me to write today is the story about the woman who had been having symptoms of diarrhea, fatigue, blood in her stool, etc. One day she watched Dr. Oz on your show and knew in her gut (no pun intended!) that she had colon cancer. Her story was powerful for many reasons. Firstly, your show gave her the tools and information she needed to advocate for herself. Secondly, she followed through and did advocate for herself (and literally saved her own life).

Thirdly, her words raised one of my most passionate health concerns for women. Her comment that she 'had been doctoring for some time' and had continuously been misdiagnosed is what compels me to write to you. She did not go into detail, but as a younger woman I wonder if she wasn't completely taken seriously? I wonder how long that cancer had been growing in her before she got the proper diagnosis (and only because she saw your show)? I wonder if she had been told it was 'just' Irritable Bowel Syndrome or stress?

I am writing because, as a patient myself for the past ten years, this woman's words rang true on a deep level. Before getting sick I wanted to go into medicine as a health care provider. Now, I am using my experiences as a patient to fuel my passions. I am especially passionate about advocacy and awareness. I applaud you and Dr. Oz for teaching people to take care of their health, for teaching people how important our health is, and for making this a national (and international) issue through your show.

Still, I can't help but point out the crucial words this woman spoke about 'doctoring' for a long while. Only after she put the pieces of her own diagnosis together did she get the help she had deserved and needed all along. Had someone paid attention to her sooner would she have ever made it to Stage 3 cancer? Thankfully, she did not pay with her life in the end and is here to tell her story.

I have been chronically ill now for 10 years. I wrote in a fair amount of detail to you about my situation my November 2007 letter to you and Nate. In short: every day is an absolute struggle; I am home bound; I feel sick all of the time; I am dependent on others for much of my care; I cannot engage in the activities I love most. I am 32 years old. I want more than anything to be out in the world working, being married, being a mom, and just living my life in the many ways I had imagined. I do not know what it feels like to wake up and feel 'alive' in my own body.

I passionately believe that if doctors had listened to me over 10 years ago when I first became sick I would not be in this situation. We often go to the doctor with the mindset that if he/she tells us 'everything is okay' or 'it's nothing to worry about' we should believe them and let it go. Instead, we must become advocates for ourselves and we must trust our gut as the woman with colon cancer did.

When I first became ill, I was dismissed as a 'young woman who was depressed and anxious and not ready for the 'real world' post-college'. I cannot even begin to count how many doctors I have seen in the past 10 years. I persisted year after year after year. Finally in 2004, more than SIX years after becoming ill I found a doctor willing to do the puzzle work needed to solve my case.

I have now been diagnosed with Autonomic Nervous System Dysfunction caused by Chronic Lyme Disease. While awareness of these particular illnesses is crucial and potentially life-saving to millions of people, in this letter my actual diagnoses are not as important as what happened to me and what happens to countless people, especially women, day after day after day. We are continuously dismissed and not taken seriously, especially as young women. All of my early symptom profile pointed to acute Lyme disease, yet no one mentioned it as a possibility to me. Instead I was handed Zoloft or Prozac over and over again and sent on my merry way.

I advocated for myself as much as I knew how. I did my research. I got multiple opinions. Still, I am convinced, had someone really listened to me and diagnosed me early on with Lyme disease I would be healthy now.

I want women to know that they must get second, third, fourth, fifth and even fiftieth opinions. I want women to know that they know their body better than any doctor. I want women to trust their gut. I want women to fight for what they know to be true.

My hope in this world, is that because of my struggle and the struggles of others like me, NO ONE will ever have to suffer, struggle or go undiagnosed as long as I did.

I continue to hope for healing, but the road is one heck of a hard one to travel.

In many ways, I was one of the lucky ones in that I had 1. access to health care that I needed and wanted, 2. I had an education to help me sort through all of the medical jargon on the Internet and from doctors, 3. I had financial support from my parents, 4. I the emotional support of family, and 5. I found one of the best and most amazing doctors in the country to 'hold me in the palm of his hand' and give my medical case the best of care. So many people in our country don't have these skills and resources--and I cannot even imagine how many of them are going untreated or misdiagnosed.

You often do shows on illnesses such as cancer or living with disabilities--but being a young woman who is chronically ill is a completely different and unique physical and emotional experience. I hope that you will someday look at the lives of young women who have lost the dream of what life would be to illnesses such as these.

If anyone has the power to teach women to advocate for themselves and to keep 'doctoring' aggressively so that none of us end up like me or many of my friends whom I have met through support groups, it is you. I have been a part of the world of illness for 10 years now and have travelled this road with many other women who have had similar experiences to my own. In this letter, I speak for them and all the the other women out there who deserve to be heard.

After my own battle and being a part of the lives of others with chronic illness, what I can say I know for sure is this: I believe that women (children and men also, but more often women) are going undiagnosed, misdiagnosed, or dismissed every single day in this country. I believe that millions of women are suffering unnecessarily as a result. I believe passionately in making my life a blessing by trying to help others avoid the suffering, struggles, misdiagnoses, and mistreatment that I did. No one should have to wait six years for a doctor to pay attention to them and to try to find the right diagnosis (even if it is a difficult one). We as women have to be our best advocates. We have to trust our gut. And on a larger level, we have to call on the medical world to honor us and to stop failing us.


The first time I wrote to you I asked you and Nate for something I needed and wanted. Now, I ask you and Dr. Oz for something that the women of our world need. The Talmud says, "To save one life is to save the world." Dr. Oz saved that woman's life, and probably the lives of many others through his shows. You have saved the lives of countless women through your work on the show, through your work in South Africa, and through the Angel Network.

I believe that by sharing this often untold side of illness of which I speak, the two of you can continue to save women's lives around the world and help us to save our own lives.

Thank you. Bravo to you and Dr. Oz for taking on what is one of our most sacred blessings: our health.

With gratitude,

Emily

http://www.adancinglight.blogspot.com/
(my blog about living with chronic illness)

http://www.dinet.org/
(a look at Dysautonomia)

http://www.openeyepictures.org/underourskin/index.html
(a look at a new documentary on the health crisis of Lyme disease, including extensive links to resources)

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Winter Wonderland


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Photos: I couldn't choose from all of my favorite photos, so here's a collage of the 'leftovers'. If you are IN my blog (not in your email), you can move the cursor over a particular picture to see a larger view.
P.S. My apologies for the multiple posts, but for some reason Picasa will only let you post four pictures in one blog entry at a time? Hmm.....

More Winter Wonderland...


Two weeks ago today, we had a beautful snowstorm. I was able to get outside, tromp around the yard and take a few photos. Just after I finished taking the pictures, the big fat beautiful flakes stopped falling. I had timed it perfectly!


Now, I know absolutely nothing about what makes a 'good' photo or the rules of good photography (I leave that to the experts, like my friend Jess!). All I know is that I love to take pictures, even if they are just on a little Kodak EasyShare point and shoot camera. And I love to try to capture moments of beauty right outside my house window.


The first picture is of our little redbud tree.



This is a picture of our neighbor's tree across the street.



Our little redbud tree again...





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Our neighbor's birch trees.



I loved looking at the snow on each of the different types of trees. I would certainly trade snow any day for this cold dreary rainy weather we've been having! However, Mom says I'd have a completely different view of the snow if 1. I was a homeowner, and 2. I had to leave the house! Very true.



Blessings,

Emily

Still a Winter Wonderland!

Our weeping cherry tree. We love this tree because it is beautiful in all four seasons. When I sit in my recliner in my den, where I am right now, I see this tree. I have my recliner positioned just so that I look out the window at this amazing tree.

Our maple and weeping cherry tree together. I can also see the maple tree from my window! :)

More of our precious weeping cherry tree. We savor this tree because it is approaching the end of it's lifespan. And it's roots are so close to our house and the porch that it is a bit cramped!

Our neighbor's willow tree (some unique variety of which I forget the name at the moment, but it's a delicate and wonderful tree).


I thought I would take a bit of a break today from all of the medical and emotional 'stuff' going on in my life and just post some pretty pictures on my blog.
I need to do a lot of writing, but my brain isn't quite going along with that! I'm quite behind--seeing as I took these pictures two weeks ago.


Hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them.


Blessings,


Emily

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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

In Honor of Valentine's Day: Who's in YOUR Celebrity Hot Tub?

Well, I did not invent this whole Celebrity Hot Tub idea. And if I reveal the name of my friend who did create this idea, she would be blushing from head to toe...

Here's how it works. If you could have ANY five people in your Celebrity Hot Tub, who would it be? I think this is a perfect idea for this cold, dreary time of year!

All of you know this is pretty out of character for me (and it actually is for this friend too), which makes it all the more fun. Hey, 2008 has been all about stepping out of my comfort zone, so I'll just keep at it! :) Plus, I thought it was time I lighten things up a bit after my last blog entry.

Here's my (current) Celebrity Hot Tub:

1. Roger Federer

2. Anderson Cooper


3. Josh Groban


4. Nate Berkus (from Oprah, of course!)


5. Any of my 'TV Eye Candy'--"Daniel" from Ugly Betty, "Pete" or "Sam" from Private Practice, "Alex" from Grey's Anatomy, "Ned" from Pushing Daisies, "Sean" or "Gus" from Psych. Whichever of these folks feels like showing up as the fifth member of my Hot Tub is just fine with me. (If none are available I will gladly take Tobey Maguire as a 'replacement').


So, I have a great athlete (Roger), a brainiac (Anderson), a singer to serenade me (Josh), my favorite decorator (Nate), and just for fun an actor. There are too many cuties in that department to really choose, so I stayed away from movie actors (except Tobey!).

Now, here's the deal. You have to pick who's in YOUR Celebrity Hot Tub. You get to post it under the comments section. You may leave it anonymous if you want--but I am anxious to see who you choose. If you are a subscriber and send me your "Hot Tub" information in an email, let me know if I can post it under the comment section and if you want your first name or you want it anonymous.

Oh, and to the maybe 3 male subscribers I have, you get to pick the women you want in your hot tub. I'm very into gender equality here!

HAVE FUN!!!!!!!!!

Happy Valentine's Day,

Emily

Happy Valentine's Day From His Royal Highness...


Asher, His Royal Highness, and I wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day!!

Looks like he'll be my Valentine, as usual, this year!

Lots of love,

Emily (and Asher)

Photo: Asher, after being out in the snow. He decided to keep the 'robe' on and he looked quite royal and regal!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Pbth!!: Ignore What Feedburner Sent You on Monday!


OOOPS! Pbth! Shoot!

Somehow, I accidently published an incomplete blog entry Monday afternoon. Please ignore what is in your inbox. I will publish the complete entry tomorrow--complete with title (without a word missing), spellcheck done, and sentences and paragraphs and the entry itself completed. Oh, and it will be in purple print!

Many of you have already responded to me with such overwhelming empathy and support. Wow, you are amazing. When I say that the love of friends and family sustains me, I mean it.

I spent about a bazillion minutes crying it all out this afternoon--trying to hide the tears from Mom but she overheard me through the bedroom! Maybe I need to just finally release what I've been holding in.

I had a massage tonight and I think it was just what the doctors (in all disciplines!) ordered! :)

You will have to go directly to my blog:
http://www.adancinglight.blogspot.com/ to read the edited post. I really want you to see the complete blog! Ugh! Or, if I'm lucky Feedburner will cooperate and sent out the entry. Otherwise, just click on this link and hopefully the post will be directly underneath this one (if it's not, it's still a work in progress and on its way).

Thanks and sorry to my new subscribers for the confusion!

Emily


Photo: Asher completely zonked out after a romp over at Anne, etc.'s house! Anne took Asher over to play and that evening he was so tired he could barely move. He was sound asleep with his eyes open a teeny bit and his tongue sticking out! Usually, when I get up to go to the potty or move, he moves--but not this night! I got up, got the camera, put it right up to his face and took a bunch of pictures (flash and everything) and he didn't budge! He is really one spoiled dog! This picture really makes me smile (and makes me wish I could chill out like he does!). I thought it was a nice smile after all of the depressing stuff I'm writing!

A Long Time Silent...

"The most important is that when you get down, or when you don't think you can do this anymore, just hold on, and sooner or later the shit is gonna get better."
--From the book A Million Little Pieces, and passed on to me about a year ago from a fellow friend who is also chronically ill--

My goodness it has been a long time since I have written. And, oh how I miss it. If only my body would cooperate with all of the things I would like to do!

I wanted to reach out via blog to those of you who read because I've received several emails asking where I've been and noticing that I haven't blogged for quite a while now. Hey, it sure feels good to know you all are paying such good attention! Haha! :)

2008 seems to be off to a wild start, full of changes that are overwhelming, exciting, exhilerating, exhausting and scary. Hopefully I will be able to have some quiet time soon to blog (and days that my brain fog is not horrible!).

I'm not doing so hot with my email bankruptcy, and my inbox is creeping up to 600! So much for staying on top of things! I want to apologize to all of you who've been writing and I just haven't gotten to write back--and thanks so much for subscribing to my blog so that I can at least let you know that I haven't completey dropped off the face of the earth!

I'm off for a sleep study tomorrow (we don't really expect to find anything, but maybe I will get my Ambien covered finally? That would be a nice benefit). I hope I'll squeeze in enough hours of sleep for them to get enough 'data' on me! I usually don't fall asleep until around 2 am and they kick you out a 6 am! Hopefully I'll be able to come home and fall back to sleep!

The long and the short of it is that I'm hanging in...just having a bit of a hard time. Okay, maybe more than a 'bit.' I've really been trying to use this time to seek out the help I need on various levels--medically, emotionally, and spiritually. This has required a great deal of what Jeannine calls 'self-care' and has meant that I have been, perhaps, more self-absorbed lately than I care to admit. However, I'm not quite sure how else to come out of this place I am in. Until I find my own center again, I feel as if I have very little to give. Right now, I'm trying to fill myself back up, so that I can be a better friend and person in the end.

It took me a long time to admit that I was struggling so much emotionally. Finally, one day I said it out loud. I said, "I'm depressed." Internally, I knew this. But to admit it verbally literally seemed transformational.




Jeannine has known it all along for the past four months, but we hadn't really verbalized it in those words. I said it to her.



Then I told my other best friend, Carrie. Then I told Marla. Then I was getting ready to tell Angela. As I thought about calling Ang I felt too tired, but the phone rang and it was her. God moment! I said, "I'm depressed".



Within two days, I said it to four people and I've continued to try to share the truth with my friends because I'm not sure I can pretend any more that I feel peachy about life.

I felt such relief in telling my closest friends and all of the folks I have told (you know who you are--Sarah and Melanie and Marcy and Mommy Bev and Anne and everyone else!). Everyone responded with such compassion and understanding. It's hard for me to even write this blog and tell the truth. I hate being depressed. Usually it comes and goes--a natural part of being chronically ill. But this time it's sticking around, stubbornly refusing to lift in its usual way.

I am always afraid to tell my friends that I am depressed or to talk too much about how lousy I feel physically because I am so incredibly tired of feeling this way for ten years. I also don't always want to be 'crying wolf' so that when things are really bad, I haven't worn you out. My thoughts are, "If I'm this tired of being sick and I'm sick and tired of this, aren't my friends sick and tired of this too by now?" Somehow you aren't. Somehow you all validated me. You said you'd be there no matter what. You said you're sticking around. You said, "How could you not be depressed?" You said you know things are hard now, but you knew in your heart things would be beautiful some day. You said you'd pray for me. You said you weren't tired. Is it because you don't live what I live every day that you can keep at this with me? I'm not sure. But thank you.

Last night I was able to pray--something with which I continuously struggle. Usually I pray for 'healing' on God's terms. Healing in whatever He thinks is my path. But last night I petitioned Him big time! Hey, Elizabeth Gilbert of "Eat, Pray, Love" fame says you have to ask for what you want!
I said, "I want physical healing. I want a life. I want to get married. I want to be a mom. I want to get BETTER! Oh, and sooner rather than later, please!" I sure hope God has a sense of humor. He must have heard something I said because I've had nothing but a racing mind for the past several weeks. I prayed for some time of quiet in my mind and the next thing I knew I had falled asleep and woken up an hour later feeling peaceful.

Now, it is Tuesday afternoon, a day after I started this blog entry (and accidently sent the darned thing out!). We are having a glorious snowstorm (glorious for anyone who doesn't have to go out in it!). I slept 10 hours last night. I had a massage last night. I'm not going for my sleep study because it's out of town. I had my little bag packed and everything!

I know that if I just tie another knot in my rope and keep holding on, I'll keep going. I always do. I am acutely aware of what triggered this episode of depression and many of the changes that have happened since that have brought on huge leaps in personal growth. I hope to continue to share this journey with you authentically and honestly.

For now though, I will close. I wrote from my heart yesterday. When I sat down to write I had intended to say simply, "Things are a little crazy and busy, but I'll write soon." I didn't intend to tell the whole truth. But I did. And you responded with so much amazing love!

In the same email in which my friend quoted A Million Little Pieces, she mentioned the constant fight of chronic illness, the daily battle which we fight--learning to live a life of contradictory challenges--learning to live a life of acceptance of what is while at the same time trying to do everything in our power to improve the quality of our lives.

Right now, I'm struggling with acceptance. I want more. I want so much more. Usually, I balance the two much better! But, as she says, if you fight it too hard it's like fighting a rip tide. And I think this applies to the depression I am feeling also--I am trying to fight it so hard, but I may also need to simply accept it and understand that it is a reasonable response to what I am going through. Marla said to me, "Sometimes, when you step back and really look at your life, you do have things to be sad about." She's right.

I do have reason to be sad, but I also have reason to continue to hope and to be grateful. Speaking of grateful, I'm going to check out this snow we are having and make a little trip to the mailbox.

Blessings,

Emily

P.S. Why isn't spellcheck functioning today on blogger???? Grrrrr....