It’s another beautiful fall day here in Central Massachusetts. I should go for a walk. But instead, I feel like complaining. My left thumb hurts. There is not just one pit of calcium starting to poke out of the inflamed ulcer. Now that the infection is clearing, I’ve discovered that there are actually two ulcers close together, each with a calcium pit at its center. And my eyes are glopping up with mucus because of Sjogrens and dry heat and possible allergies to leaf mold, of which there is plenty as our maples shed. And my right hip is bothering me for some reason.
Okay, that’s the list. Do I feel any better? Maybe.
When you live with a chronic disease like scleroderma, there is always plenty to complain about. The question is always how much to say, and to whom? I figure it’s okay to rant a bit here, Dear Reader, since you either live with all these issues yourself and get it, or you care about someone who does. But I have found over decades of living with scleroderma that most people, when they ask you how you’re doing, don’t really want a full inventory of your aches and pains. If you do share, then chances are that the listener will launch into all of their aches and pains or will tell you all about someone else they know with similar aches and pains. It inevitably turns into a game of can-you-top-this, which I do not care to play. So I usually keep my issues to myself.
When my sister and I were young, our family would visit our grandparents in Cincinnati for the holidays. As the only kids there (both our parents were only children, so no close cousins) we often ended up listening to our elders complain about all their aches and pains. Our running joke was to wonder when they would pass around their X-rays. (They never did.)
I have a lot more empathy for that crowd now that I’m their age. We all need to share what troubles or ails us. It’s a matter of determining which family and friends both truly care and know how to listen without competing for who has it worse. Finding those people is a great gift.
And so, Dear Reader, thank you for listening to all my rants and musings. I’m glad that you’re there. Be well.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
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