The High Price of Understanding
Remember when I was thankful my brother didn’t get my illnesses?
He’s beginning to get it.
After Justin graduated college in May, he moved back in with my parents until he could tie up loose ends and leave the area. My parents live on a lake, so Justin was enjoying a great summer.
Until he fell off the jet-ski and tore his MCL and PCL in his knee.
Justin then found himself laid up, on crutches, and going to doctors and tests to find out what exactly happened to his knee and what action(s) to take. His passion for working out was put on hold, as was his job.
A couple weeks after his injury, Justin came to visit me. Soon our conversation turned to matters of health. The way he talked about not being able to do things and the uncertainty that lay ahead with his knee told me he was beginning to understand what it was like to be a Spoonie. His focus then turned from himself to those ill in general—how hard it must be to live day after day in pain, unable to do things that “normal” people do, or even things that they used to do. He said he could see why Spoonies could battle depression or even consider suicide.
Justin gets it now. I won’t lie; it makes it easier for me now that he has more understanding and empathy. However, it came at too high of a price. I never wanted my brother to have an injury or an illness so that he could understand me more. It’s not worth it. We can’t change what has happened to us, but Justin and I will make the best of it and become better siblings and better friends.
Article written by staff writer, Sonja K. Peterson
Sonja is a cat mom with endometriosis and fibromyalgia. She also had a hysterectomy for adenomyosis. She blogs about her experiences at The Mud and the Lotus www.mudandlotus.com. Follow her on Twitter @sonjathegreat.
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