Saturday, 23 January 2016

Worth far more than lilies . . .

Well, January has proved a very good month indeed. Things have stabilised on the medical front, so not much happening to report on there, which suits me well. It is the most boring bit of the whole thing, after all. Brain scan mid Feb though, and that will be important, and something of a pointer for how the next few weeks / months are likely to go. But it should be a month or so till I have to engage with that. As long as nothing unexpected happens, I can spend my mind power on much more exciting things.

A few things I'd like to tell you about.  I'll do them gradually one post at a time, though. Hope they're something others can relate to. A common thread for me is realising how this experience has taken me to unexpected places which, I now realise, are daily territory for some people. But I've sailed through life not realising that. Or perhaps realising at a surface level, but not feeling or actually engaging with it at all. If walking this path has opened up my ability to do so, then then has to be a good thing. I did hope it might help me be a 'different kind of priest', and a more empathetic one would be good.

Next post, I'll aim to concentrate on what the effects of losing my ability to speak clearly have made me realise.  This time, though, I'd like to concentrate on the more unexpectedly devastating one, which I've been on quite journey with. Which is the effect the changes in my physical appearance have had on me.

The reason this is so unexpected, frankly, is because (since being a normal insecure teenager at least) what I 'look like' is never something to which I've given a lot of thought. Particularly since getting together with Mike. Which is actually a huge compliment to him, and what a gift of security he's given me through my adult life. (Thanks, chuck xxx) I've loved enjoying the colour of clothes, the making of colourful cheap jewellery - I'm not saying getting dressed was anything but fun. But as to how I looked under the clothes, well - just so many more important things to worry about! I hadn't worn make up for at least 20 years. Never weighed myself. Often went out and realised I'd not looked in a mirror, so my hair was uncombed. I didn't think, if I ever thought about it, I had great looks! But I had - have - enough affirmation to believe that that just isn't hugely significant, to anyone who matters anyway.

But the last few months have seen a pretty devastating changes in my body. And suddenly, it became an ENORMOUS thing. I've  gained about 3 stones in weight over not many more months. That loss of control has felt alarming, uncomfortable (struggling to climb stairs, etc) but - the but I didn't expect - deeply, irrationally, shaming. I've wanted to hide my body from everyone. Even my nearest and dearest. Even myself. Tried to pretend I'm fine with it, but winced being photographed. And of course it's a whole package - bald as a coot, red bloated cheeks, puffed up neck, eyes becoming swollen over and faded . . I could go on. Most people wouldn't find that easy, I know. But I had no way of anticipating how drastically upsetting I've found it. Not been able to think through and be honest about it.  New territory indeed.

I suppose my means of coping - not consciously, but that's what it looks like - was to try and make it the subject of humour. "If I get in there first, they'll see that I realise how bad I look, but that I'm coping with it fine. . ."  And that's a good strategy in some ways, because there  are funny aspects to it. But not as a means of self protection.

Anyway, one of the features of walking this last month has been thankfulness for  the gift of unexpected help to look at this, and give it the honest attention that can begin to turn it into something honest and healing rather than just a source of pain.

It started a few sessions ago with one of the nurses at Day Hospice  having the skill and care to draw me out - as if she had all the time in the world - on my feelings about my body. I'd had one or few conversations before where friends had said very insightful things,, but because my guard was so up, it's only later I've been able to access those conversations and realise how helpful they were. Too much fighting to stay in control at the time. And having been listened to so well, the floodgates started to open inside. I started (in private, but that's a start!) to be able to cry.. I was able to indicate to significant people I was struggling. I threw a lot of projected anger at Mike, bless him, who took it all on the chin. And, amazingly, I started to feel stronger, less ashamed, less like a monster,more accepting.

I have to say there are a lot of articles around on how much damage people can do by saying the crass thing to people in our situation, and I've been extraordinarily blessed in the helpful reactions of people who have picked up at all on the sadness that was there behind the humour and been brave enough to comment on it. Only now I have I really been able to engage with a lot of them. From the positive engagement with the humour, to the simple and loving, to the insightful and inspiring, they been helpful without exception, and I'm grateful for them all. The most heartening thing, however, has been the reaction of the children here, who through weekly Junior Church and Messy church I used to see so often, but have had to withdraw from drastically over the past year. My fear was that the changes in my body would make them panic, turn away, not be able to look at me. How ungrounded those fears turned out to be. They run to sit on me like they always did. They look at me straight with curiosity but no fear. They ask honest questions like 'Why is your face so big? When are you coming back? Is your hair all gone?' without shame. They shout to me in the street. They pray for me and send me letters. A year on, one so small I can barely believe she still remembers who I am has inspired me with the desire to write our church children  a book, which I've now begun. Now, if I can walk through this bit of the journey without fear but in humility and honesty, who knows if it just mightn't prompt someone whose journey has been a long struggle these sort of issues, rather than a last minute initiation into them, to begin to be set free.

To be honest, I reckon it's really about grief. Walking this chapter I have begun to grieve for a body which I took for granted but felt at home in. Because, alas, like Yorrick's, it aint going to be there for much longer. I suppose what I want to reach out with is the realisation that struggle with these issues takes up a huge part of life  for many of us, and it ain't worth it. You are beautiful as a lily or sparrow, whatever you think or feel. But amazingly, you are also worth much more than that.


  1. Debbie - once again, so honest and inspirational for others who are suffering as you are.
    Aren't children wonderful? They just "say it as it is" without inhibition. It is refreshing and it has a healing factor. May God grant you the strength to be able to finish your book.
    Although I think I only met you once or twice during David's Univ, days in Lancaster, I do pray for you and Mike. He is a great guy and meant a lot to David during his 4 years there. As we miss David so much, I often look back at the photographs from those days and remember them with fondness.
    Thank you for these blogs. They are precious and a ministry to others.
    During these difficult days, may God remind you that your beauty is on the inside"
    Take care. Love and hugs from Ireland. Ann X

    1. I look forward to your blogs every time. Thankyou

  2. Debbie, honest and inspirational as ever. Our bodies are so much of who we are that, even if we aren't supermodel material, massive change in them can be hard to deal with. Feeling comfortable in our skin is a real thing, and if you can find that place and show it to others it is a real gift.

  3. Hi Debbie, I check to see if there's a new blog from you most days, and how worthy of the wait this one is! The emotional content of your text is something I need to think on further and deeply. Your words return me to a much repeated word in the Torah which grabs my attention and pulls at my heart whenever I encounter it in synagogue: Hineni - Here I am. Each of those 3 small and seemingly simple words strikes me as holding so much challenge, for understanding and for being. And the experience and awareness which you share in your blog conveys a profound dimension of that life-long exercise in "knowing oneself". And your words express so powerfully how much finding there is in loss. Thank you!! Louise x

  4. Thanks Debbie. I love the way you write. I have been thinking about this for the last few days. Turning 60 has given me a bit of a time to I think about this very issue.... Still thinking. Must catch up with you soon. Will PM soon

  5. Thanks Debbie. I love the way you write. I have been thinking about this for the last few days. Turning 60 has given me a bit of a time to I think about this very issue.... Still thinking. Must catch up with you soon. Will PM soon

  6. You are amazing Debbie. Think about you often. Sending love to you and Mike, Jonno and Elspeth.

    David S