I wonder if anyone else watched the BBC drama “The C – Word”
on Sunday evening? Mike and I both decided we wanted to in the end, and over
the last 24 hours or so, I’ve found the honesty and rawness of it has been a
huge help for me in unblocking what I most want to express after this last week post - radiosurgery. So after a night of
scribbling at the kitchen table, time for a new post, I think.
It’s been a week when I haven’t really wanted to
communicate, or probably better, when the idea of trying to do so has just felt
overwhelming. This shouldn’t be a big deal, for goodness sake; but I have felt
is as such. After all, I’ve been begging everyone to communicate about what’s
been happening to me since February. What right have I got suddenly to go
silent and hidden on you now?
I think the first thing Lisa Lynch (aka Sheridan Smith)
helped me to realise through “The C – Word” was just how difficult I have been
finding it to deal with what’s happening to my body; how hard it’s becoming to
be ‘seen’ at all over the last few weeks. For her, the nightmare was chemo hair
loss; for me it has been the swelling, bright red steroid face; the dribbling
when I eat or drink; the swollen feet and ankles; the distended, wind – filled stomach.
The extra weight all over. The fact I
can’t stop ramming unnecessary food into myself. It shouldn’t matter but it
does and I hate it. I hate looking at others looking at me, and wondering
whether it’s OK for them, whether the changes in me are making them
uncomfortable.
And I hate the effect this has on those closest to me who
have to manage the space in which we live. Another thing “The C – Word” brought
out so well was the devastating effect of what Lisa was going through on her
husband, suddenly plunged in to the role of carer. I’m not going to write about
Mike or Ellie or anyone else for that matter, it’s not for me to talk for them;
but I’m deeply aware of the cost this places on them, and that adds to the
sense of guilt I feel.
All that has been bubbling under the surface for weeks now,
but what has been particular to this last week since the treatment? The easiest
way to describe it has been an “inability to communicate”; which I suspect most
people have understood as finding difficulty either framing words or typing them
– and this of course is part of the truth. It’s a return to the original
symptoms that alerted me to the brain tumours. But it’s actually something bigger
and more fundamental that that. Put simply and bluntly? I CAN’T STAND BEING
ASKED QUESTIONS.
Questions at the moment just feel too much to process. I
feel responsible for giving answers I can’t work out. I feel like everything
freezes up inside my head. And my emotions don’t do what I expect them to do. I
feel constantly like crying.
It feels a bit like being in a tennis match – a tennis match
I’ve freely chosen to play, I have to say – and then realising I can’t return
anyone’s service. Everyone thinks communicating is about forming words with the
mouth or with letters, but that’s the easy bit. I can just about hold my racquet;
the problem is hitting anything with it. And then I feel furious with everyone’s
questions, and guilt because that’s so unfair and unjustified. I’m sure it ties
in with the thing about being looked at too. I’m used to being able to gently
bat things back to the other person’s court. But when I can’t return the ball,
it just sits at my feet, and all eyes stay on me. It starts to feel as though
nothing is able to function without me. That’s clearly delusional, so it starts
the cycle of guilt all over again. And those who are closest get the worst of the
irritation and bad reaction when they deserve so much better.
At the root of the irritation, I know there’s a concern for
everyone’s kindness and love, which is why I go on and on about it so much I
guess. I feel a huge burden to be sending back constant messages of thanks and
appreciation. That can get exhausting. And if I can’t do it, I feel I should be
chasing Mike & co to do it. I’m always a bit paranoid like this – fed by years
of ministry guilt trips too, of course – but it hits new heights when the
stakes are this high; when the kindness of so many friends is so real and deep
and sacrificial. I so much need you all to know that I know that, and that it’s
not you, any of you, I’m really irritated with. Just as I don’t believe you are really
disappointed in me, which is what I project on to you…
Would I have been able to express anything this negative this
without Sunday night’s drama? I doubt it. Thank you Lisa Lynch, and Sheridan
Smith. And, of course, the BBC.
And as for how am I doing now? Good thanks. A few weeks till
we know how effective brain treatment has been. A couple of days till we meet
Lung specialist to talk about the primary. Everything’s moving forward as fast as it can.
Questions? Just breathe deeply, take them slowly. Easy
really.
I am very moved by this. One of the things we learnt from my brother's illness was not to be anxious in the face of his silences: they did not mean we had failed him or let him down; they did not mean he had failed us or let us down. But it took us some time to learn this and to trust it, and we continued to falter even as we became more confident about it; it took us some time to learn to manage our anxieties towards each other. I think that both ways, this was a process of mutual grace which learnt slowly to ascribe kindness to each other in the silences without placing too many demands or expectations. And I hope that we can share something like this with you and your family too: a mutual discretion which is its own response when there is not time or energy for words; and not to beat ourselves up when we continue to feel anxious; nor to think that this means kindness has run out.
ReplyDeleteXxxx thank you for your honesty and openness I hope it encourages us all the be real with each other through tough times and good times xxx lots of love
ReplyDeleteThank you for being so honest. It's so refreshing to hear a Christian be honest about the way they feel without hiding things behind a spiritual facade. We continue to pray for you Debbie and we don't expect answers to any questions - you could do with a secretary to answer all the questions for you as I guess many of them will be the same ones. Take care and keep resting and praying the results will come soon and appointments in Lancaster will all go smoothly too xx praying for Mike & Ellie and Jono & Amy too xxxx + big hugs
ReplyDeleteIt's a long time since I have been so moved by something I have read. Life has taught me to be quite hard but in the short time I have known you you have taught me the true meaning of being a Christian and the release that forgiveness has given me. You are always in my prayers and my thoughts everyday. Take care my friend �� xxxx
ReplyDeleteI love you, Debbie xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you Debbie. John and I also decided to watch the C word on sunday too (in reparation for surgery) , and were moved by its earthy reality and authenticity. We continue to pray for you and Mike and thank you for the honesty of this blog
ReplyDeletein reading this post i find the words hitting me in places that are most valuable and unprotected and that is fine. you use words like a master chief uses in his cooking. very honest with a no frills, no sharp edges,to cut the reader but equally deadly on a soft approach. Like a marksman eyes up his pray silently but believing in the process 100%.As you go though you treatment i clearly see you in a definent light, and a believe that you will be a winner no matter what the out come may be .Good luck and thank you for your post it gives me an opportunity to empower my other side little used but very much needed god bless you all and my god gather you all up in the safely of his arms night to night sleep well all readers of this blog
ReplyDeleteThe last thing I'm going to do just now is tell you what to do...except for this. Your primary job at the moment is simply to know yourself loved. Which you are. Lots.
ReplyDeleteThank you Debbie, I love you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying. Love and prayers.
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