Sometimes it’s hard to let go

I know that my posts are usually about movies or t.v. and how things affect us as a group. However, I have had a rough couple of weeks so this one is straight from the heart.

I used to be a pretty girl. I was not girl next door pretty, but Audrey Hepburn kind of beautiful, the kind of pretty that doesn’t require makeup or the latest fashion. I turned heads wherever I went even as teen. I never really thought about it being a big part of my identity, but I guess it was.

Several of you have asked me about my condition which surprised me. I really thought the idea of being anonymous would make it easier to be more candid. I mean who wants to ask someone why Me Before You is so universally hated once you know their life story? That’s fine with me and my Barbara Walters type tell all is coming, but for now let’s just go with “It’s progressive. I was born with a genetic disorder, but I didn’t show symptoms until my teens and I was diagnosed in my twenties”

When I got married, I looked great and still worked part time. I got pregnant with N and I was on top of the world. I had a lot of health problems, but a lot of pregnant women do and are fine after, right? Not me, I was diagnosed when N was less than a year old and my heart sank. No more working, but I didn’t mind so much because I liked being home with him. It did bother me that I couldn’t be as active with him as I hoped. My beautiful hair started thinning and I gained weight because of the medicine, but it wasn’t the end of the world. I had a husband who loves me and a sweet baby so I was luckier than most.

Fast forward ten years– that extra 10 lbs has turned to thirty and my breast that was flattened by an earlier surgery is much more noticeable now that the other is a flabby d cup. My stomach looks much larger than it should due to a massive surgical hernia and wheelchair users don’t really have abs anyway. But the final nail in the coffin came earlier in the week. I had to have my remaining teeth removed due to my illness. They were literally crumbling in my mouth. I would be eating oatmeal and spill out slivers of them. We did what we could do and spent more than we had, but it was no use. If I was 80 I would not really care too much, but I’m a very old 36. If I was normal…I could get dentures…if I was normal…I would have other options….if I was normal…it wouldn’t have happened…oh, if I was “normal”!

But I’m not normal and it did happen, so here I am. I can’t wear dentures because of my condition. My tissue is so weak that wearing a partial shredded my gums and my upper palate is too deformed for a top denture anyway. If I had enough change in the couch cushions to buy implants then I could get new teeth. My palate wouldn’t matter, my disability wouldn’t matter, and my pain wouldn’t matter right now because it would be over in a couple of months at most. But I don’t have an extra $40,000 lying around. My poverty does matter a Lot. I’m not saying that it isn’t worth the money or that the dentist shouldn’t be paid, but I am saying that I should have the same chance at a normal life as everyone else. It is a lot of money to me, but not for medical care in general. Last year alone my medical care was 100 grand, without major surgery. My stimulator alone is worth $30,000 and last about 2 years. This would last a lifetime, possibly another 30 years. There is a big difference in the health and quality of life proportionate to income. Is it fair that I dream of a fully accessible bathroom instead of family vacations or new cars? No, but that’s another topic for another time.

I have a liquid diet now and I talk with a spitting lisp, but that’s not why I’m crying in the bathtub right now. I quit being a pretty girl a while ago, but I am officially an ugly girl because of this. People see an old woman, a gross woman who didn’t take care of my teeth, a freak with a toothless grin or a drug addict that is scum. Should I become a recluse or start wearing a veil like the mother in Flowers in the Attic? Should I wear a fake beard and a mustache or wear a huge onesie and pretend I don’t have teeth because I’m just a huge 6 month old baby? Maybe I should never smile again and develop a really cool bored face? No, I won’t do any of those things. I will tell myself I’m okay and pretend like it until I am. I will pick myself up, put on a happy face (which is really hard without teeth) and I will figure out how to make peace with my body once again. I will remind myself that $40,000 buys new teeth, but no amount of money could buy my precious family. I will find out how to be okay….tomorrow. Tonight, I am just going to cry in the bathtub until I feel strong enough again.

8 comments

  1. Nadia · August 1, 2017

    stay strong

    Like

  2. rugby843 · August 22, 2017

    Have you thought about a “gofundme” site? I’m only suggesting because I’ve seen them for really stupid stuff like (pay for our honeymoon) if you can believe that! Yours is a worthy cause, and it might get it done….good luck.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. askagimp · August 22, 2017

    I am kind of a hypocrite when it comes to stuff like this. If it was someone else, then I would totally support it and donate. I would feel bad taking money from someone. I may breakdown and do it after my millionth cup of ensure though.

    Like

  4. Lynn Love · September 1, 2017

    I think rugby843 is right – I’m sure you’d be able to raise money through gofundme or a similar site. Though I understand your reticence. It’s hard to ask for help when you’re used to being independent. Yes, dental care is terrifically expensive here in the UK too – you can get a basic level of care on the NHS, but not implants I think. They would cost a similar amount here as they do in the US. You’re right, none of it is fair.
    It’s wonderful that you can see some of the amazing things you do have in your life – namely your family. I’m so glad that you have them to cherish and support you. Very best wishes to you.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Tom Being Tom · September 1, 2017

    You are one impressive lady. It would be easy, for any of us, to go the road most paved, to fall down completely, and to never get up again. What you’ve been dealt, it’s beyond comparison. To show up, to smile, to write so eloquently and shine through with that obvious beauty inside … it’s inspiring.

    Thank you for helping me today. Thank you for opening my eyes to the power of a human being to overcome adversity; showing that our obstacles are, indeed, our sources of strength.

    I’ve been meaning to come here since you followed me, a few days back. I’m glad I did.

    Do the GoFundMe thing. You can count on my support. 👍

    Liked by 1 person

    • askagimp · September 1, 2017

      Thank you so much for your kind words. I really needed this today. Every once in a while I have a pity party, but I try to remember all of the awesome blessings I have in my life. I didn’t deserve the bad stuff that has happened to me, but I didn’t really deserve the good stuff either.

      Liked by 1 person

      • Tom Being Tom · September 1, 2017

        You’re very welcome! It’s okay to let it get to you some time, it’s a raw deal. As long as you can lift yourself back up, with a little help from those who love you, that’s the key. Keep lifting back up. I appreciate your tenacity!

        Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s