When I confessed to my mom that I was just dying to walk barefoot on the sand, alongside the water, she became her usual practical self and promised me that we could go on Saturday. I like to think that she actually wanted to go and was not just trying to stop me from impulsively purchasing an international plane ticket, but either way, it worked out for me. "I've always wanted Bella to get to see the ocean," she said, laying sympathetic eyes on our slowly dying German Shepherd, who has bad arthritis and some degree of paralysis in her hind legs. Somehow Bella and I have ended up both looking into the future at the same time, unaware of the extent to which our bodies are breaking down. We struggle with our joints but we are both so happy, and day trips to the beach are enough to warm our hearts and make life worth it. I like to think we have a lot in common. Considering my circumstances and Bella's, I fondly named this mini-trip "Mortality Beach Day," and spent all week looking forward to breathing in salty air.
October 12th (Thursday) was World Arthritis Day, and I was so touched by all of you who wore blue, posted to social media, and sent kind messages. It was so fun and such an honor to see all of my friends, with and without arthritis, posting about something that affects me in such a constant way. From the bottom of my heart, thank you! Overall, besides the stress of trying to figure out how in the world I am going to keep up with school given my pain levels, medications, and appointments, it was a lovely day, and I got to catch up with my best friend, have dinner with a new friend who I already love to pieces, and go on a walk with an old friend who is always willing to listen. I cried literally everywhere - outside of my English class, in my dorm room, and in our student union - but I have essentially given up on pretending to be strong. I am weak and sick and sappy. I am medicated and in pain. I am not going to waste energy holding back tears. There is no energy to waste.
Unfortunately, my World Arthritis Day ended with a trip to the emergency room. We are still not sure exactly what is going on, but we are hanging in there until my pediatric rheumatology appointment on Tuesday. My whole life seems to be up in the air, and everyone is struggling to pin it down in their own way and from their own position. My friends don't know what to say, my doctors don't know what to say, and I don't know what to say. I am feeling afraid of everything, from walking by myself and potentially falling to upcoming surgeries to how I will hold down a job in the future. I am in a lot of pain. I feel unexpectedly confronted by the idea that my body is fragile, and that it will not last forever.
I also feel very big picture, like I have zoomed out of my life and am thinking about all of the more important things, like who I have loved and how well I have loved them and who has loved me and the places I have been. I have seen Honolulu and Budapest, Rome and Juneau. These are things I have been thinking about every day, even while befriending surgery schedulers and worrying about little things like assignments and appointments and muscle spasms. The world is so, so big.
Thankfully, I rested yesterday (after getting home from the emergency room around 5:30 on Friday morning) and so Mortality Beach Day was a go. We packed sandwiches and grapes and blackberries and our two dogs, and the six of us drove away from the hospital and home and school. We walked and splashed and sat and breathed. It was everything I needed. I thought I might be very emotional upon seeing the water, considering all that I have been through lately, but I did not feel overwhelmed, I just felt at peace.
My sister Hannah and I spent lots of time taking pictures. I want to have plenty of pictures of Bella, because she is the best dog I have ever known, so I kept the camera on me constantly. When Hannah was taking pictures of me, she gently suggested that I pull my sweater up a bit, to cover the white lidocaine patch that is on my chest for 12 hours every day. She did not want me to look back at the pictures later and be disappointed that it was showing, especially since this trip was supposed to be an escape. I thought it was kind of her to make the suggestion.
I wish I had more concrete answers to give or solidified medical details to share, but I am limited both in what I am sure about and in what I am willing to say. Everyone has shown me so much love and support as I have struggled. Professors, former teachers, Tulane friends, UNC friends, classmates, Governor's School friends, and high school friends have all reached out in ways I never anticipated.
I would like to specifically thank Amelia, Faith, and Kayla for the unreal kindness they have shown me this week. There are some moments so broken that they become holy. There are shared spaces of suffering that cannot be recreated in words. I am thankful for friends who are willing to stick by an eighteen-year-old whose body is destroying itself, because I am certainly not the picture of fun and cannot help but feel like I am disappointing everyone. "I am so proud of you," one of my friends told me this week after I called her. I was sobbing and terrified after ten vials of blood were drawn from me in one sitting and diseases that scared me were named aloud by a specialist. She complimented my decision to reach out for support, and I was totally shocked, because I could not believe that someone could see anything positive in me in that moment. How is it possible that I know such wonderful people?
Finally, thank you to my incredible parents, who have done absolutely everything for me over the past couple of weeks, from helping me arrange my academics to taking me to the beach to driving me to the ER at 2 in the morning. I never have to wonder if there will be someone holding my hand or speaking up for me. There always is.
Isn't that what we all want?