I’m Still Me….Just Slightly Modified
A lot has changed in the 14 years since I first got sick. I’ve gotten diagnoses, lost diagnoses, lost old friends, gained new ones, given up on old dreams and discovered new plans for the future. However, even though the years since diagnosis have been uncertain and will likely continue to be that way, one thing remains the same; I haven’t changed.
Well, that statement is not entirely true. Chronic illness has changed me. I’ve learned patience, compassion and to be more accepting of my limitations. Aspects of my personality have been altered, and I have been physically changed. But what made me *me*, remains unchanged.
I’m older now, wiser and a little more careful. But I’m still the same wide eyed optimist I was at 16. I still dream at night of Karnak and the pyramids at Giza, although for now I settle for experiencing them through books and documentaries. Hiking boots and ski gear are still in my closet and garage, in the hope that someday I will be able to use them. I’ve had one ski trip since life post illness, although, sometimes school and work have interfered with that. When I’m doing well I try to work ahead and save up money for that ever imminent rainy day.
I still make rash decisions, although now it is almost out of necessity rather than immaturity or lack of foresight. I can’t plan six months from now because I don’t know how I’m going to feel in six months. Yet, I’ve never stopped making spur of the moment plans to go here or there, or do this or that. I mean, I’m the girl who went to college on a split second decision. Fortunately, that didn’t come back to bite me in the butt.
I’m still the same stubborn girl I always was. The girl who never did anything halfway, the one who shot first and asked questions later. I have had to adapt, to make changes, but humans have been doing that for millions of years. It’s called evolution.
I still have the same interests and passions I’ve always had, just at a slower pace. I still love science, although some days my cognition is not as high as it once was. I’m always going to be a sports nut, just because I can no longer run with you doesn’t mean I don’t want to sit on the sidelines and cheer. My balance has suffered, so hiking uneven terrain isn’t the safest choice, rock climbing is definitely out, and I can no longer sleep on the ground like I used to. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to come to your campsite and enjoy the outdoors for a few hours. It doesn’t mean I can’t take a walk on a paved trail.
I’m still me. I’m still a wild dreamer. I’m still overachieving. I’m still occasionally a daredevil, except my wild ways have altered slightly. I’m still me…just slightly modified.
Article written by staff writer, Agnes Reis
Agnes is a nursing student in Minnesota. She was diagnosed with CFIDs in 1999 followed by fibromyalgia the following year, along with lifelong allergies, asthma and migraines. She can be found at brigid22.wordpress.com or @brigid22 on twitter, but cautions twitter followers that there’s a heavy dose of sports and nursing along with the spoons.
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