“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”
– Nora Ephron
I am trying very hard to be the heroine of my life.
In the beginning of this medical odyssey (which began almost ten years ago), no one knew what was going on inside my body. Which meant no one knew how to help.
I did everything every doctor suggested. Went to every appointment. Met with every specialist I was sent to. Did every test doctors recommended.
For my readers who don’t know, I first became ill in July 2010. I didn’t receive my diagnosis until November 2011. During that time, I met with a neurologist, geneticist, rheumatologist, vascular surgeon, and ophthalmologist (did you know certain cancers reveal themselves through your eyes?).
Back then, I automatically said yes to everything. My body felt out of my control. I was scared. My son was two years old when I became sick. I needed answers, and I needed help.
Now, almost ten years later, I know I’m dealing with a chronic illness, and nothing fatal (thank goodness), and I’m not so quick to readily agree to a doctor’s “recommendation.” I probe for further information. I email my doctor and ask for clarification on something he said during my appointment. And I ask a lot of questions.
Why are you recommending this procedure?
What are you looking for?
What are the side-effects?
I didn’t “do” anything to get sick. And there’s really nothing I can do to make it go completely away.
In that sense, I am a victim.
But, I can exercise some control over how I choose to live with my autoimmune disease. Which means asking questions, taking my time to make a decision about a procedure, and gathering as much information as I can.
And in that sense, I am a heroine.