The Gift of Perspective

Last week, I had to start a heavy dose of IV corticosteroid infusions to clear up this MS relapse junk.  You can read more about that here, along with the healing that God bestowed upon me just yesterday!

However, this entry isn’t about the treatment, or healing, or my unending gratitude.  No, this is more about the ugliness that comes before beauty.

For the most part, I have been pretty positive about my MS diagnosis.  I have not wavered on the fact that I truly believe this is all part of God’s plan for me.  But, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m human.  Very human.  And very flawed.

I have had moments of despair, loneliness, fear (especially when I thought I was possibly losing my vision), doubt of myself, and even anger.  Although I have struggled with moments of these negative feelings, I have been pretty good about keeping away the feelings of self-pity.  Whenever I’d start to feel sorry for myself, I’d try to remember that there are people who are so much worse off than I.  However, I seemed to forget this fact when I was getting my first IV treatment.

My mother-in-law (God bless her!) brought me to this appointment.  From the beginning, we seemed to have a rocky start.  The staff was really great, but my body was not cooperating.  Time after time, they tried to get the IV started in a vein.  And time after time, the vein collapsed.  After 1 hour, 5 tries, a warm compress, 3 nurses, a different arm, and a much smaller needle, we had success!

As the nurse started the medication process, she began to show me all paperwork, instructions, and supplies.  She spoke of the importance of clean hands and work space.  (Obviously we had never met.  I’m constantly being teased for being such a germophobe.  No one’s laughing at me now!)

She showed me the order to administer the injections–4 in all, and the importance of disinfecting the portal between each injection, for precisely 30 seconds.

My head began to spin as she spoke of the importance of clearing the air bubbles from the syringes before starting.

I paid careful attention to the things to watch out for: a burning sensation in my arm, a red streak going up the vein, a puffing of the skin around the injection site, pain in the arm, and more.

I listened intently as she told me not to get the site wet…how the hell was I going to shower?…not to put pressure on it, keep it covered, don’t pull on it, etc.

As she left the room to give me privacy for the main meds to work their magic, I began to feel a very real, very complete sense of overwhelm.

What if I can’t do this?

What if I mess something up?

I looked down at my arms, I had 4 very large purple marks already.  I look like a drug addict–a really bad one.  We should have shot up through my toes or something.  And, I bruise easily.  I’m, let’s just say, pigmentally challenged.  Have you seen this?

irish girl sunbathing

Totally accurate.

But the bruises weren’t what really got to me.  I looked at my arm.  I looked around the office.  I looked at the mound of supplies that was going home with me.  I looked at the paperwork in my lap.  And, a very real thought hit me.

This is my life now.

I fought tears.  I’m not ready for this.  Understand, it wasn’t really a feeling of “poor pitiful me”, it was more of an overwhelming feeling.  It was more of a fear of failing myself, of failing my family.

Sometimes life just gets too real.  This was one of those times.

But, as usual, God gave me just what I needed when I needed it.  He gave me the gift of perspective.

A short while later, I left my room to go to the bathroom.  As I passed another office, something strange caught my eye…it was a little girl.

I couldn’t see her face, but I could see her legs.  She laid out on her own recliner, one identical to the one I was just sitting in, with her purple and pink polka dot leggings covering her little legs.  She swayed her legs back and forth, while she watched cartoons, and ate her lunch.

She was hooked up to an IV treatment.  And, she looked about 5 years of age.

sick little girl

I instantly snapped out of my own drooping mood.  I told myself to “Suck it up!  Put on your big girl panties.  This IS your life now, deal with it.”

I wondered if it hurt her to get the IV imported.  I wondered if she was black and blue on her arms like I was.  I wondered how long her treatment would last.  I wondered how her parents dealt with whatever the illness was.  I totally forgot myself.

I gained perspective.  There is always someone in a worse situation than us.

Regardless of your personal situation, regardless of your heartaches and pains, remember that it can always be worse.

We are all blessed.  We just don’t always see it.  But, if you quiet yourself, if you look around you, if you listen to the whisperings of your heart, you’ll hear it.  You’ll hear the sounds of God working in your life.  You’ll see Him around you.  You’ll see your own blessings.

“Gratitude, like faith, is a muscle.  The more you use it, the stronger it grows, and the more power you have to use it on your behalf.  If you do not practice gratefulness, its benefaction will go unnoticed, and your capacity to draw on its gifts will diminish.  To be grateful is to find blessings in everything.  This is the most powerful attitude to adopt, for there are blessings in everything.”
–Alan Cohen

So, look around.  Find your blessings.

And, if you can’t see your own blessings, look for polka dot leggings.  Or, something like that…  The simplest thing can open your eyes, as long as you’re willing to see.

After all, it’s all about perspective.




4 thoughts on “The Gift of Perspective

  1. It is very overwhelming, no doubt. I could picture you listening intently as the nurse explained everything, trying to take it all in. All that information and the nurse’s cautions can make anyone’s head spin. I’m happy to know that you were able to gain some perspective. Hold on to that, especially when things get tough. Bless you for your honesty…..and don’t forget to breathe. Breathe. Pray. Breathe. Pray……

  2. This is beautiful. A new take on “Be still, and know that I am God.”
    Don’t forget that feeling overwhelmed is not a sin. That’s when and why God gave us that Scripture, and He send His Spirit to console us. I’m glad I found this blog!

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