I’ve become aware that my sense of myself has noticeably changed in the past few months.
Initially I was just ill, feeble and felt like I was close to death, so almost no sense of myself, except as an expiring worried thing on a couch.
But once I was diagnosed and released from hospital, not to mention on my first overwhelmingly manic batch of steroids (did I tell you about that already? LOL!) and reeling with the shock of my new “condition”, I became my Pollyanna self… all happy and clear and motivated and with a sense of purpose… I think I was taking on a new identity…
What I have noticed more over the past few weeks is a lessening of that starry-eyed fervour and perhaps a more realistic, grounded, but definitely less lively demeanour. I think most of my earlier excitement was based not just on a focused outlook due to the sense of time-limitation and having a clearer raison d’être because of it, but also on the very positive, loving attention I am receiving from all quarters. Long may it continue!
It’s also got to do with the drugs… or should I say, the side effects of Revlimid, goddammit! As you may know, I greatly enjoy and benefit from my days on Dexamethasone (steroids), and the days off the heavy meds are mostly nice and easy, but in between, in a 28-day cycle, there are about 15 days where I feel fairly low (as described in my recent post: No umbrella, no dancing shoes). I guess this too is part of being Myeloma Woman, isn’t it?
I rely a lot on a friend who’s been staying with me since I left hospital. On low energy, low appetite, low mood days, I rely on her almost completely for sweetness, reassurance and gentle holding, for cooking/feeding me, passing me things, making me laugh, allowing and encouraging me to rest, busying herself while I snooze on the couch, covering me with the pink blanket when I feel a bit shivery, etc.
On other days, I can not only take care of myself, I can take care of her too – cups of tea, food shopping, cooking, nipping upstairs to fetch stuff, which feels really good and gives me a slight sense/reminder of my previous (I daren’t say “normal”) self. It feels like a long-away time on another planet since I was that person.
I’ve not been going out in the evenings and it’s starting to rub on me. The other week, there was a gig at a small venue in town by Eddie Reader, one of my favourite singer/musicians, who I always find so real, human and approachable on stage and with such a beautiful voice.
I had been wanting to go for some weeks beforehand and even knew a couple people who were going, so I could have arranged to meet up and had good company. It would have been logistically easy too, with my lovely “park-almost-anywhere-even-right-outside-the-venue” blue disabled badge.
But actually when the evening came, I felt quiet and tired and didn’t feel I wanted to push myself to go. Maybe in my previous life, I might have had this same mild lethargy, especially after a day at work, although I suspect that the adrenaline of work stress and having been out in the world during the day also propels us more easily out into the social world at night, so I would have probably kicked it off, pulled on my glad rags, sassied out the door and had a great evening.
This time I ended up curling up on the couch, semi-snoozing and not-quite-watching rubbish TV before going to bed early. And I’m a bit annoyed with myself about it.
BUT… maybe I’m being too harsh on myself? And maybe that’s the difference between a completely Revlimid and no-Dex day and a day when I’m spurred on, over-bouncy, and possibly over-critical on Dexamethasone…?
I can’t even remember whether I really did feel too tired to go out, or if I just succumbed to an easy inertia. It is hard to gauge how much of the lethargy is a sensible following of what my body needs to do and how much is about a lack of confidence…
It’s almost like I have two identities… Jekyll and Hyde – Revlimid and Dex? And sometimes they don’t remember or even recognise each other.
What if…? What if I get too tired? What if it’s all too much? What if I feel dizzy, sleepy or achey while I’m out? What if it’s all too much, too overwhelming? too demanding? Actually, I have to question what is the worst that could happen? Maybe I’d just have to go home early…? That really wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
Last Monday night was a bit of a test case… I was invited to share a Seder Night at a friend’s house in Derbyshire. This entailed an hour’s drive to arrive at 6:30, for a very long evening of chat, religious ritual and food, on hard wooden chairs no less! It was a lovely yet tiring evening – I didn’t get home till after midnight! I not only managed it, I enjoyed myself too. Success!!!!!
Besides the energy aspect, part of my confidence issue is about how I look and feel… wearing stuff that’s too big and baggy and makes me look and feel like an old, ill, scrawny person, even walking differently – hunched over. So, last Tuesday I went on a Dex-fuelled clothes shopping spree.
I kinda overdid it a bit, spent a LOT of money, bought some really nice stuff that actually fits (for now)! I decided to enjoy and celebrate, rather than bemoan, being two sizes smaller than I was before. I know for some women this might be a dream come true, but I do miss my zaftig self.
I played around with scarves in preparation for hair loss. I totally wore myself out and over-stayed the 3-hour parking limit for my disabled parking badge, so I got a ticket. I had to drive home in rush hour traffic and had horrendous backache throughout the evening. BUT… darlings, I look fabulous!!!!! 😀
The following night, my good friend Lynda invited me and a friend out for a Chinese meal at the Mandarin restaurant in Nottingham. We had a lovely evening and ate very well – good food, I had an appetite (another Dex benefit!) I didn’t feel too tired either, arriving home just after 9pm.
AND… at least AS importantly, if not more so, I wore my new clothes – a pair of dark khaki green cut-offs with a pale green cardigan printed with little pairs of doves – quite unusual! A bit of make-up, nail polish (fingers and toes!) and some time spent on zhuzhing my hair really made a difference. So girlie… and so much more confident!
Shame about the rather poor photo. 😦
It seems that recovering my confidence may be just another part of the process of being Myeloma Woman and coming to terms with the disease, treatment, healing and my new figure…!
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