Yesterday, February 28th, was Rare Disease Day.
Today, March 1st, is the start of Autoimmune Disease Awareness Month. It is also an anniversary for me. Ten years ago, March 1st, 2013, was my last day of teaching.
It’s a day with a lot of emotions for me, and the way I try to make sense of my emotions is by writing about them.
Many of you, my dear readers, may not know that I am writing a memoir-in-essays about my experiences living with an invisible disability. One of my first essays is titled, “The Big Reveal,” and recounts the morning when my husband and I met with my rheumatologist.
“The appointment was set for early morning so I could make it to my fourth grade classroom before the school bell. I took this as a good sign. No doctor would deliver heartbreaking news and then expect me to go teach a roomful of nine and ten-year olds. Whatever he had to tell me couldn’t be that bad.
“That’s what I kept telling myself because that’s what I needed to believe.”
When my rheumatologist finally put a name to my symptoms — Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease (UCTD) — my husband and I felt it was the first time we could truly exhale.
My rheumatologist said something else that morning, something that didn’t quite register at the time.
“It’s rare. No one will know what you’re talking about if you say you have UCTD. So, if you want to walk around and call it ‘The Kennar,’ you can.
“I chuckled. ‘I’ve always dared to be different, so I guess this fits.’
“But since then, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want a rare condition most people have never heard of. If I’m destined to live with a chronic medical condition, then I’d prefer it to be familiar; a disease doctors understand and know how to treat. Maybe even a disease with its own awareness month or magnetic ribbon I can attach to my car. I didn’t know it at the time, but different, at least when it comes to the world of medicine, isn’t always better.”
You might not see it on any calendar, but Strong Woman Day?
That’s every day.
2 thoughts on “An Anniversary”
Wendy, I will never forget you and the wonderful teacher you were. I volunteered with Nina Fales. I loved talking to you and seeing your classroom. When I found out you were retiring I felt terrible for you. You were beautiful and you are right,, I didn’t know the truth about your illness. 10 years later, I admire your strength and pray for less pain for you.
Oh Harriet, thank you so much for your kind words! I remember you as well and how you always had a kind word to share. Your comment means a great deal to me. Thank you!