True Love Sees

True love bears your burdens and is solicitous.

We bear each others’ burdens. My people know I worry about them just as much as they worry about me. We care equally for each other. I immerse myself in their problems and cheer for their victories. I love them deeply.

This angel above is in her 20’s in Malawi. Daughter of a church sister. Maybe two years ago she heard what I wasn’t hearing as I sent her a voice note and walked around my home. “Mom, why do you sound like you’ve been doing too much? You’re not breathing properly! Please stop! You need to rest!” That is love! She broke my heart recently when I asked her how she is, she answered vaguely if I remember correctly and then when I queried it, she said sadly, “Everybody I love is sick.” And that was before we knew my lungs were deteriorating. Her mother has a chronic leukemia that usually patients have to take lifelong chemo tablets for. Her close friend has heart problems. Major ones.

It was the fact that she picked up the breathlessness. And how I stupidly thought maybe it’s from walking too fast around the house.🤦🏾‍♀️

It’s this friend

She told me to stop an exercise by Juice and Toya because during the video as I spoke, I started coughing and became breathless. She told me to obey m the pulmonologist who had told me walking 3 times a week is ENOUGH exercise for me. (He didn’t know I cough and splutter for that workout. I need to try and talk for all my supposedly low impact workouts from now on. I hadn’t thought to try them all while talking to myself. I thought as long as I don’t cough it’s ok. There’s one I dumped because I became way too breathless and tired even without talking. I thought that should be my criteria) She said it out of concern as she watched, not knowing that it’s actually true advice from experts too.

As I said, we all share our problems. Life is not perfect and will never be perfect on this earth. Every day brings challenges we overcome, screaming children we try work with, another day with no job interview, heartbreak over children in their ministry who are neglected… But it seems sometimes, that love is one- sided.

I shared once how my husband was bemused and slightly disapproving that I was doing housework late at night. After all, I had been caring for our family of eight during the day too. And we knew I had AS. Some commented that they too also work till at night.

I reminded them that the context was that AS patients should be resting and not working all day and night. One lady totally got it. The other very healthy, younger, less than three children who sometimes go to relatives so she gets to rest from parenting (If I said how few children she has, people might recognise her so I won’t) told me, “Don’t forget, we also get tired.”

That was when I realised that I bore her burdens, but she had no desire to take in anything I’d said. We AS warriors and others with chronic issues (especially us without treatment yet) wake up already tired! It only gets worse during the day. And now I know too that my lung deteriorating means my the lack of enough oxygen reaching my blood which also causes fatigue. Again, I begin the day tired. I just wanted to be grateful that despite my problems, I’d worked too much more than usual and was happy that the day wasn’t as bad as usual. Why can’t we rejoice for each other? Your A might be better than my A if you’d always been a D student and I’d ever been an A student! It’s not the A, it’s you doing phenomenally for YOU. I celebrate that for my people. And my people celebrate it for me. My true friend above even said that she knows that if I were well, I’d do even more. THAT meant a lot. This stupid disease is holding us back a lot. (As do many other diseases!💔)

I had a bad night. Woke up and emailed my rheumatologist about pain relief-the joint injections and if there’s anything we can do my shoulder and elbow. My chest has been weird and I coughed a lot. We are given sleeping tablets that also allegedly reduce some pain so that we can sleep through the AS pain at night but nope, it’s been no match for the shoulder, elbow and last night, SI joint pain. And so, my posts will reflect that. It’s not all sunshine and roses. Finally gave up trying to sleep at 3am. We wake up tired not only from the disease, but from pain-filled nights. And we gotta keep parenting and working. And that’s ok. Everyone has trials. This is my blog, and my trial.😅

I’m still grateful that my little ones miss the struggle. My very talkative four year old asks to sit on my lap for story time. It HURTS even more. But I do it anyway. (Though I try avoid it happening daily.)

Today, I just wanted to thank those who were worried before I realised I really did have something to worry about. The ones who worry today-not only about me, but about all the challenges each of my children have. Who wonder with me who can solve each problem…Like one child (not the four year olds) with a terribly leaking bladder who doesn’t want to wear a pull up but is causing the bed for lots of washing as the ammonia smell is strong on clothing worn. I need to share that. It felt great to see a post on lack of bladder control by an aunt and to see other aunts agreeing that they too can’t control their bladder for various reasons and felt validated. I want to validate any mother in that situation. Not forgetting my shirt size angel who has outgrown baby diapers and is nowhere close to being potty trained. I see parents in my special needs groups having to buy size small adult diapers for their children, teens. We’re in this together, parent, I appreciate you. This road would be harder without you.