Veteran

Lately I've noticed there's a growing trend amongst the M.E. Community: those who have had the illness for a long time are being called 'veterans'. It's a term I hate.
I know that in terms of dictionary definition 'veteran' means '....a person who has had long service or experience in a particular occupation or field' but in my mind I associate the word with people who have made a great contribution or been brave or done something marvellous...like soldiers in battle. They have something to celebrate.

As someone who was diagnosed 10 years ago and has probably had M.E. for 35 years I could be, have been, referred to as a veteran and yet I don't feel I have anything to celebrate; nor do I feel courageous, valiant or as if I have made any particular contribution in terms of M.E. It's just as it is...I'm me, I have M.E., I've had it a bloody long time and I've tried to make the best of what I have when I can...and everyone else's life, M.E. or not, is the same: we all have our ups and downs, all have our cards dealt and have to deal with that hand.

I'm beginning to think that there must be something in the air because there have been other bloggers posting about having the condition for a long time. Nasim has had M.E./Cocksackie since 1984 and wrote this piece last week. It rings more bells with me than anybody else's writing about long term M.E. because she speaks about the fact that how you feel , physically, becomes the 'default' -- it's just how it is and once you reach a certain stage or level of activity there's little else to do but just get on with things as best you can.

Rachel has also written an interesting piece today about her 4 year M.E. anniversary and the challenge that sets because she was told at diagnosis that most people with M.E. get better after 4 years or remain unwell. Of course, in the meantime, this supposition has been discredited but it still set a precedent that is difficult to ignore.

My (edited) response was this:
...Oh its all so familiar and you put it very well. I reckon I’ve probably had M.E. for 35 years now … and I have managed a life in the periods where ‘it’ was at a point where I could do stuff (with rests) and all the ducking and diving; got married, did a degree, developed a career, had children…all that whilst never really being well in the same sense as other people…just well enough, active enough to manage those things if I was careful, very careful.

I was diagnosed 10 years ago and really feel like I’ve tried everything that I feel is appropriate for me. There are those who would encourage me to still keep trying other stuff, other medication, other treatments but to be honest I’m sick of it all and none of it works very well so as long as I can get by I feel I have to be happy with my lot and grateful its not worse or like it was in relapse two years ago.

Maybe 4 or 5 years ago I remember going to my GP and saying that I seemed to have improved from initial diagnosis (that was an understatement…being bedridden, unable to see or hear or speak properly was hell) and yet I had reached a plateau and what could he suggest to push me forward…and the answer was ‘nothing’ and ‘I don't know’.

I was furious at the time but I guess he was just being honest. Sometimes things are just as they are and we have to try to accept and encourage those around us to accept too....'

and that's how I feel...that, despite all the razzmatazz about XMRV and anti-virals, despite all the hoo-hah about recognition of the illness, despite all the Cheneys, Teitelbaums, Protocols, Myhill, Lightning Process, Reverse Therapy, WPI...despite all that stuff I still have to go on living and I still have to get up in the morning, be grateful that I can (nowadays) , make sure the children are fed, warm, the dog walked and medicated (he's been very poorly), the house clean, the cupboards stocked, the clothes washed, the admin. done, the appointments made and kept....and....and....and.

But what would make a HUGE difference to me is if M.E. was recognised as a tough thing to live with whilst you are trying to live a life. Everyone talks about the symptoms but few people seem to talk about the 'living with'. My life would be easier if people recognised that difficulty and if I could live in a country where I/We were supported and assisted rather than sniped at and undermined by a Government that seems hell bent on making every vulnerable, or ill or disabled person's life increasingly difficult and precarious............

I don't want medals. I don't want a special title. I want recognition of the everyday difficulties of keeping my head above water and some recognition of the fact of how people with an unrecognised, unvalidated illness spend their lives ducking and diving, striving and trying and missing out on opportunities because they have to spend so much energy and time kind of 'going along with the lie' until they can't do it anymore and fall over into true chronic illness

I see changes afoot !

Every new year seems to accentuate the focus on the challenges of the year ahead and the changes that may come. Some can be foreseen. Some come as a surprise or shock.

This new year the Cusp household knows that there will be changes on the work front. My partner was told just before Xmas that, come the end of March ,there will be no more job: the charity will run out of money. Pity really, because if they could have just hung on until September the Association would have been 75 years old...75 years of helping and supporting blind and visually impaired people in our district and now, thanks to swingeing cuts and the new Coalition's climate of 'save every penny and to hell with the weak and vulnerable...' it will be no more.

It isn't all doom and gloom. Partner has many strings to bow and there are all sorts of possibilities. In a strange way it is kind of exciting...looking at all the possibilities and opportunities for reinvention.

Yesterday we had a visit from an old friend,R. Partner and R were at Art School together when punk was new, possibilities were boundless and fear of the future was an unknown. R is a gentle and thoughtful chap. Over the past few years he has had his share of troubles and come out the other side. A year ago he lost the job he had been doing for 20 years and has reinvented himself with a complete change of career.

I sat back and listened to these two old chums chatting about the old days and the new days to come; both saying how at this age (nearly 50) they were old enough to be able to draw on experience and maturity yet still young enough to take on new challenges, new careers.

I was sort of included in the conversation as if I was one of them. At one point I was even asked if I would like to join them in a plan to do artwork with older people....which is what I used to do before I HAD to give up work. It hadn't occurred to either of them that, whilst they were talking about losing a job through redundancy ---- with the possibility of retraining or creating a new opportunity, I had lost my job through ill health with no hope of retraining or new exciting possibilities. There was to be no retraining for me, no new challenges on the work front, no exciting reinvention... just the challenge of trying to get by from day to day, to keep breathing. It left me feeling that neither of them really understood how it must be to suddenly have no job and have no idea if you could ever return to work...not because you'd be unable to find another job or create a new opportunity but because just surviving, just breathing would be more than enough to cope with.

In any case I almost certainly already have other people wondering what sort of work I could return to : namely the DWP (Dept of Work & Pensions) who will surely some day send me a letter 'inviting' me to go for my ESA assessment to see if I am capable of returning to work. Based on the experience of other people with M.E. I am pretty sure they will find me capable and so I wait with bated breath and wonder what on earth I could do that would be even vaguely meaningful and productive and yet still leave me capable of functioning at home where I attempt to keep up with the daily grind of necessary duties so that this house and home moves along smoothly.

One idea I came across in a moment of whimsy and fear is to follow this opportunity trail which is currently appearing in local Job Centres. I could work from home, spin a few yarns and 'increase my wedge'. Do you think I'd have to wear a bejewelled scarf round my head and gaze into a crystal ball whilst on the phone. Makes you wonder about the psychic and esoteric industry !