Oh hello there world, I know its been a bit since my last post. Honestly, I have thoughts and ideas every day that I want to share, but I don’t have the easiest time getting them out of my head.
Here is my latest health update , for those keeping score, we are at a total of 10 doctors and yet I still do not have an actual diagnosis. However, the current medication I am on, the Actemra injections 1x a week , seem to be actually working (knock on wood). The Saxenda injections on the other hand, not working. All It seems to be doing is giving me bruises. My left knee is still giving me problems, it sucks. I have been waiting so long to feel good and its like , hang on a sec, we can’t possibly allow you to FULLY feel good. Ugh. Double ugh with cheese. Mayor of Ugh City.
On a positive note, next Wednesday I start my journey with weight loss surgery. To be honest, I feel like this is a last resort, but I also feel like a complete and utter failure. I failed myself with bad decisions and bad choices. The sad part is, I really just realized this. I wasted years of my life and I just hope its not too late to get my life back. Then again, its been so long, I don’t even know what that would mean. I don’t even know what this life I long for is.
How terrible is that? Spending years wanting something and never making it materialize. Story of my life. When you break it down , I just want to be happy. I have spent my entire life in search of happiness. Pure happiness. They did not call me Morbid Megan when I was a teenager for nothing . Now I am Morbidly Obese Megan.
I want to be happy and content. Instead I am restless and depressed. In the past three years, My life has become my illness. Some days are not so bad, and some days are unbearable, and most days, I just deal with the pain. Stairs though – motherfucking stairs are the devil. My knee and stairs do not mix, never mind the fact that I am a Fatty McButterpants.
I hate the way I am . I hate the fact that my twisted sense of self brought me to this. I hate the fact that my body is failing me and it needs help, medically and mentally.
Now I know my mother had so much more shit to deal with and I cannot even come close to the turmoil that she had to endure on a daily basis, but I do know that I need to do everything in my power to be as healthy as I can so that I will be here past 61years old. I truly do not know how she did it, but I am so grateful she did what she could to be with us as long as she was.
My story is far from over. I need to live my best life possible , I say ” Just Keep Swimming ” to you all, but I am barely staying afloat myself.
Since my mothers passing, I have been searching for a way to honor her. I have a clearer mindset as of late and I think Mum would just want me to keep being me, despite the obstacles and shit that gets tossed my way on the daily.
My mother took on every day with joy in her heart. She faced every shot of medical bullshit dealt to her and made joke about it. She found joy everywhere.
That’s what I need to do and Christ, it is harder than it seems.
I make jokes about my weight as a coping mechanism, but Mum, she made jokes about her situation for us I think more than her self. And it helped, a lot. She kept believing for us. I used to think it was for her own sake, and maybe at the end it was, but it was a completely selfless act to help us cope I think. From her “luxurious suite “at the Brigham and Womens hospital, to her crazy impressions, or just the excitement over a ham sandwich made by my dad instead of hospital food, she found the light through the dark.
That is my mission. Find the light and be happy. Doesn’t seem so hard, but will probably be the fight of my life.
Don’t stop believing and Just Keep Swimming Everyone!
I would love to read how you find the good within the bad and the light through the darkness, please share with us!