Thank you so much, everybody. I appreciate the rope to hang onto right now. I wonder sometimes if it would be better made into a noose, but that won't solve anything. My apologies in advance if this post ends up being long...I'm just going to start writing and see what comes out...
I remember at the beginning of this year, my husband and I sat down and prayed and really asked God to give us peace and direction. Last year was very rough for us on a lot of levels. Not our marriage - thank God - but just things happening to us and outside factors that were (and are always!) beyond our control. Actually, the last few years have been rough. I had some pre-cancerous gynecological issues and had to have surgery 4 years ago. I recovered very well from the surgery, but because of the issues with the Lupus, I could not take replacement hormones to help with hot flashes, etc. I've been on a low dose of Valium for many years, to try to keep the vertigo from Meniere's Disease at bay, but sometimes it would not work, and at the suggestion of my ENT, I started tapering off of it, very slowly. He felt that the Valium would work better for me when I had the Meniere's 'flares' if I wasn't taking it on a regular basis. So I began that, and am thankful that I haven't had any breakthrough withdrawal symptoms. I've been tapering 1/2 a mg per month, and so far, so good. I'm down to 4-1/2 mgs per day...so now I'm '2 for 2'...no complications from a very successful surgery, and no breakthrough withdrawal symptoms from tapering off the Valium...so far, so good...but wait...it doesn't last too long.
Over the last few years, I began having difficulty with sounds and being in certain situations. I've always been somewhat aurally sensitive since the Meniere's started many years ago, but it's gotten much worse in the last 5 years. Going to the Special Olympics bowling tournaments to see my son bowl would trigger problems for me, or going to the grocery store, or being in a loud room. It was as if my brain couldn't process a lot of sensory imput. Sounds hurt my ears, and even felt like they reverberated in my face. Weird... I had to quit working in medicine, which I dearly love, after 30 years. I couldn't play my piano, or guitar, or drums. I couldn't sing. I couldn't play in my little home music studio. People at church didn't understand, and people I thought were my friends began dropping out of my life, one by one. All the things that I enjoyed became nearly impossible to do. Very quickly, it seemed like I was a 'walking seizure'...I don't know any other way to put it. My rheumatologist decided that she wanted to try me on Methotrexate (a low-dose chemotherapy) to try to settle my immune system down. My SED rate was high (a factor in determining inflammation in the body). I was one of the few that got quite sick on the Metho. I had to stop it and go back on Prednisone. Nothing helped me feel better on any level. My doctor thought perhaps I had an acoustic neuroma, so off to the MRI facility I went. The MRI showed a pineal gland cyst, which is a benign condition (although it is weird to think that I have a cyst in my brain. My husband now affectionately calls me 'pea brain'). The MRI did not show anything else that was significant, except for some TMJ damage, which I'd already known about. I have an amazing dentist, and he's worked very hard with me to try to fix this, but we can only try to stop additional damage, and surgery is not an option for the problem that I have with the TMJ. I then saw a neurologist, at the request of my rheumatologist, who diagnosed me with vestibular migraines. I've had migraines since my 20s, but these migraines were starting to be different. I had all the symptoms, so we added another diagnosis to my ever-growing list. I started to feel like I was a professional patient. I had CT scans, more MRIs, blood tests, consultations with new-and-improved doctors (who, by the way, never seemed to be able to agree with each other about what was 'wrong' with me).
After a very difficult extended family Christmas last year, my husband and I decided that we were going to make some changes. In January, we started having worship at home, praying more, and really feeling some hope that by doing this, God would make himself known to us, and we would learn to love Him even more...even in just the little things, like the flowers that bloom outside, or watching some old movie that would make us laugh until our sides ached. We wanted to slow down and appreciate the little stuff and really make time to listen to the Holy Spirit instead of just getting through each day, and not be so focused on all the difficulties around us. Unfortunately, on January 21, all you-know-what broke loose, and I started feeling worse than I ever had in my life. I started having severe vertigo, nystagmus (I could not control my eyes!), and as we like to say in my house, 'two exits, no waiting' (tummy!) As I've had vertigo off and on for many years, I thought that perhaps the Meniere's was just flaring up, but this was different. Over the last 5 years, I've slowly lost about half the hearing in my right ear, and started having constant tinnitus in that ear as well. I started wearing a hearing aid in 2015. Since I had been diagnosed with Meniere's Disease many years ago, so I thought perhaps after it reared its ugly head, it would settle back down after a while. But days and days went by, and I couldn't leave the house. My mom had to come be with me every day so I wasn't alone while my husband went to work. I finally resigned myself to the fact that my life was not going to be the same. I couldn't walk straight. I had to crawl to the bathroom. My husband got me a 'life alert' type of subscription so that I could push a button and get some help if I had to be alone. The Valium didn't help. Meclizine didn't help. I lost some weight. My poor son didn't know what to make of all this, and I know that both he and my husband were scared. I'd never been this bad before. I had to sleep sitting up in a recliner. This went on until May of this year. Finally, I am at a place where things are more chronic rather than acute, but I am not really able to go anywhere or do anything by myself. I have a few days where I feel like maybe I'm heading back to what's 'normal' for me, but then it comes crashing down again.
So, here I am...discouraged, disappointed, not sure what is really going on with my body, and have very little hope of ever doing much more than being a lump at home. I have too many overlapping, convoluted health issues to try to pick apart what's contributing to what, so to speak. I've always been one of those folks who thought, "if I just knew 'why' this was happening, I could deal with it a lot better". Unfortunately, God doesn't always choose to show 'why' in our time, and this frustrates me no end. I have never been good at 'be still and know that I am God'. That's one of the reasons my husband and I wanted to make a change at the beginning of this year...we just wanted to be 'more still'...and what frustrates me even more is that I want so much to be Christ-like, and make a difference...even if it's just for my little family. I don't need glory, I don't need to be on stage leading worship, I don't need to be 'out there' and showy to feel like I'm making a difference...if I do nothing more for the rest of my life but pray for people every day, then that's okay...but I can't even do that...it's too difficult to organize thoughts and to bring them to God...but it's really discouraging that I can't seem to find the rest I need (chronic sleep deprivation with the tinnitus and the Lupus/Fibro symptoms). I'm trying white noise machines, fans, etc...but every day I wake up in the wee hours of the night...and it's dark, and I feel a twinge of sadness knowing that I could actually sleep a few more hours, if my body weren't so 'loud'. I just know that if I could get some sleep, I'd feel better to some degree. But the months and months of no real, refreshing sleep has left me cranky, angry, unsure, feeling unsafe, and not able to enjoy much of anything anymore. I went to the market with my mom yesterday, and a man yelled at me because he didn't like the way I pushed my cart past him. Really? Is this what it's like to be out there now? I can't even venture out anymore without someone telling me I have an attitude in the way I push my cart?
I don't understand why God is allowing sleep to allude me. Surely, if I follow the physical requirements of the body, I'd feel better, no? How can my thoughts be Christ-like, if I can't sleep and can't think. If I had some rest, and my body could recharge a bit every day, I know this wouldn't be so spiritually hard on me either. I have to be responsible for what comes out of my mouth, but it's so very hard when my body is angry that it gets no real rest. No rest means louder tinnitus...and more Lupus/Fibro symptoms. There are days I feel as though I've been beaten with a baseball bat...and that's before I get out of bed in the mornings.
My apologies that this has become a novel, but there you have it...meds don't help, meds that 'do' help create difficult or dangerous side effects, counseling doesn't help....this tinnitus monster noise breaks through any 'forced' sleep. I have pressure in my face and my head. The noise is everywhere. Nothing stops it. Oh, it quiets down once in a while, and I can feel my body relax a bit and take advantage of that...but tinnitus is always lurking around the corner, chasing me and making me feel jealous of people who can just walk through their day without fear of falling, getting dizzy, struggling with sensory overload, and being sensitive to noise. I have a pharmacy full of meds in my hall closet that do nothing for me. Maybe I can make a deal with Walgreens to buy back some of the meds...(jk).
If you're still reading this long post, and haven't been overwhelmed yourself by all the information, I must say 'thank you' very much...it is somewhat comforting to know that there are others out there who understand...
So, all that being said...God is still on His throne, and I am still his child...but I feel more like a lab rat in a maze than a daughter of the king these days...
Bless all of you...