Remembering my life preserver

I wrote this post early last week before Damien got really sick. Not hospital sick, Thank you God, but sick enough to be out of commission (have I mentioned yet how very much we have to do in these weeks?). And sick enough to knock me out of commission - physically and emotionally - for everything except the absolute necessities like making meals and watching Downton Abbey. Damien doesn't get sick so this was quite surprising and for him it was the most pain he's been in for years. The poor guy. Being sick sucks. Survival mode sucks.

We sometimes think when you're sick you have time to read and rest, your body demanding a slow down you might not normally give yourself. But being sick is not all that cozy when deadlines are looming and there are no paid sick days, and when you can barely eat for the pain of it, and when you can't get a good night's rest.

Being sick feels more like life is falling apart at the seams (the fear associated with sickness is the worst I think) and everyone, kids and adults alike, is just doing their best to keep things going. There are cozy moments yes, I have enjoyed the Downton Abbey fest with the girls, but the pain and mental disorientation of sickness (for the sick and the well alike) make the whole experience much less cozy than one would like.

I guess that's why they call it being "sick".

This post, which was mostly written in advance of Damien's illness, is not about the trial of being sick and getting ready for our hike. It's just about the work to get ready for the hike. Let's just say being sick has ground that work to a halt, because what else can you do?


I have been struggling to explain the trial-by-fire I am experiencing right now. Four of the last six posts have been about my state of overwhelm. I'm ready to be done writing about it. I'd like to be done living it.

In fact, I've mostly moved through the worst of it (or so I thought when writing this, see note at top), but my publishing is always behind the times a little.

Before I lay the beast of early January to rest (I wish I could say I slayed the beast but I think I just screamed at it a lot and it got tired of my voice so it slunk back into into its cave) I want to explain the experience, and I finally found a metaphor that works.

I expect thru-hiking to be really hard. I expect to feel overwhelmed by the experience. I wasn't prepared for the overwhelm now. Not on my home turf.

The beginning of this month felt like falling off the boat, unexpectedly. I was caught completely off guard; trying to swim for shore, for safety, but only being capable of treading water. And while treading water, waves would regularly wash over me and leave me gasping for breath. (I wrote this before Damien got sick. Let's just say it didn't get better with him out of commission.)

When this image first came to mind, as a good metaphor for this difficult time, I was quite taken aback. "Oh no. I'm really not going to make it." The waves are too big and land is too far away.

But I had forgotten, momentarily, about my life preserver.

The image I have in mind is one of those old-fashioned circular things, white with a bit of rope around, a lifebuoy. But it could be a life jacket or life vest. Aren't they called PFD's now?

I am not adrift alone in the ocean, nearly overwhelmed by the waves. My life preserver is all the things in my life that carry and sustain me.

In this case my faith; the prayers of friends, family and the choir; the support of my family; and patterns and habits of family life (laid down over the years) that carry on even when I'm not at my prime. Even society-at-large, whose conformity message I tend to rail against in many situations, comes to my aid in the conveniences of store-bought tinctures and Tim Horton sandwiches.

It doesn't all rest on my shoulders, not even close.

So yes, it may seem at times that I'm just treading water and land seems far away but I'm not doing it without support. And neither are you.

The worst for me is the longing to feel the strength in my arms, strong powerful strokes towards shore, fluid movements in a positive direction. When what I feel instead are herky-jerky movements, an aimless bobbing in the waves, while some of them crash over my head.

I'm holding onto this life preserver however, and I'm not going to drown. And neither are you.

Once we catch our breath and get our bearings we can start moving towards land.

This where I'm at now (barely, Damien getting sick set this back a few days), moving towards land. My strokes are a bit faltering, but I'm finding the rhythm; writing, daily exercise, making soup; basic soul and body care.

Something that the last few days of sickness has shown me is that my arms are stronger than I give myself credit for. Very strong in fact. I do have what it takes, even when I feel like the weaker one, the one that needs supporting.

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  • Susan

    Susan on Jan. 19, 2014, 8:02 p.m.

    During one of our rough patches that come with life . My husband was given a t shirt from a dear lady in our church. It stated in Latin that the Cross is my Anchor. That simple statement ministered greatly to us at the time and still comes to mind when faced with uncertainty. My prayer is that you will find comfort in the certainty of the cross of  Christ during times of upheaval .

     

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  • Michelle

    Michelle on Jan. 19, 2014, 10:57 p.m.

    Oh Renee. I feel for you. I know you aren't looking for pity but here it is. I was sick for the first two weeks of January and Paul was out of the country for one of them. I never get sick either so it was rather shocking to me as well so I do know a tiny bit about what you are going through. Here is to better days ahead for both of us.

     

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    • renee

      renee on Jan. 19, 2014, 11:14 p.m.

      Amen. Better days ahead my friend. I read about you being sick (on facebook) and felt so bad for you. Ugh, what is it about early January?!

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  • Ashley Floyd

    Ashley Floyd on Jan. 19, 2014, 11:14 p.m.

    Hang in there, Renee! In our weaknesses, Christ's power shines through. Don't try to do or be it all. Thanks for continuing to share. And as an aside - thank you for your review of books on the sidebar. I'm getting some great reads from your suggestions. Thanks!

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    • renee

      renee on Jan. 19, 2014, 11:17 p.m.

      Ashley, I'm so happy the sidebar books are helpful to you. I've tried different methods over the years of sharing what I'm reading, writing long posts etc about it and this seems to be working the best for me. I can share books with people without having to spend a lot of writing energy to do so (smile). And thanks for the encouragement. I feel exactly the same way but it still sucks sometimes to go through the low spots.

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  • Francesca

    Francesca on Jan. 20, 2014, 9:38 a.m.

    Hope Damien is well now! I've struggled with family sickness of one kind or another for so long - as my grandmother used to say, "when you have your health, you have everything", though personally I would add to health inner peace :)  ​Sending healing thoughts Daminen's way.  

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  • Ashley Floyd

    Ashley Floyd on Jan. 21, 2014, 4:33 a.m.

    Thankfully, the beauty of blogging is that it can be an honest account of our lives - a journal of our feelings, both ups and downs.  Many times, the act of writing about our lives is as much a form of therapy as a good run or walk in the woods. And honesty is alway appreciated, whether it's a good time in your life or a time of struggle. I find it comforting that other strong, like-minded women hit the wall occasionally too and need to vent about it. That's just life. If you wrote only about the roses and pretended there were no thorns, you'd lose a lot more readers than just Ellie. Don't change a thing, Renee. And I hope Ellie finds the joy and encouragement she needs at this time in her life too.

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  • Melanie Bansema

    Melanie Bansema on Jan. 25, 2014, 2:16 p.m.

    One thing that I recommend is when I am going thru a particularily hard time in life, a major change, or transition in life I listen to this audio book (approx. 1hr) for several days and it helps me to reframe the experience into a more positive experiecne.  Giving me much hope that I can do it.  The audio book is by Louise L. Hay:  Change and Transition, purchased off i-tunes for a couple bucks.  So worth it!

     

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  • Dad

    Dad on Jan. 25, 2014, 3:50 p.m.

    How well do I remember when I was sick with typhoied (sp??) fever. I can relate to what you have been through. The good news it does come to an end and you have a much better appreciation for life, health, sunshine, green grass...Oh but its good to be alive. You are never far from my heart.

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  • Dad

    Dad on Jan. 26, 2014, 6:33 p.m.

    How well do I remember when I was sick with typhoied (sp??) fever. I can relate to what you have been through. The good news it does come to an end and you have a much better appreciation for life, health, sunshine, green grass...Oh but its good to be alive. You are never far from my heart.

    dad

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