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Small Blessings

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Another snowy morning here in Central Massachusetts. It’s seasonably cold, and I’d like to stay inside, but I need to get out and run some errands and get my car inspected before the end of January. Why do I always leave this until the last minute? I don’t know. But at least I won’t forget this year and get a ticket, as has happened in the past.

I can feel the winter doldrums settling in, when a snowfall becomes a chore rather than a natural wonder, and layering up to go outside feels like transforming into a mummy. My keyboard space bar is sticking because a crumb got under it (I know, I shouldn’t eat pretzels when I type), which requires extra key strokes and pressure on my right thumb. My eyes are even more dry than normal because I need to keep the house warm. There’s a squirrel that keeps feasting at our bird feeder, which we had to move to our deck because a previous snowstorm snapped the pole it was hanging from.

I could go on with all these gripes. But it just skews my focus and makes me grouchy. So, better to remind myself of all the small blessings that too often go unnoticed. Here’s a start:

  • When I go out to get my car inspected, the air will be moist because of the snow, and my eyes will feel better.
  • I will be able to get my car inspected because Al shoveled the drive this morning, despite the snow being wet and heavy. (He likes the exercise, definitely a shovel-purist.)
  • My home is warm and my dear husband never complains about the electric bill.
  • The snowfall was quite lovely, and it’s good for the water table level as well as the new clover lawn we had planted in the fall. I’m looking forward to seeing how it emerges in a few months.
  • The squirrel that considers our bird feeder its private café is quite an acrobat, doesn’t really eat all that much, and provides great entertainment while I eat breakfast.

There. I feel better already.

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.

Home Improvements

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At long last, our kitchen ceiling is being repainted. This after, at long last, having the recesses of our two kitchen skylights repaired, a few years after the skylights and kitchen roof were replaced, after years of dealing with leaky skylights.

As you may correctly surmise, neither Al nor I are pros at home improvements. Al, by his own admission, is not Mr. Fix-It. I can see what needs to be done and how to do it, having learned from years of watching my dad fix just about anything. But I can’t physically do what needs to be done, because of my hands.

This is a source of endless frustration.

Years ago, when Al and I married and bought our first home, we worked side-by-side painting ceilings and window trim. Despite a few paint sprinkles on my glasses, I was able to adeptly use both roller and brush. Al did a great job wallpapering every room. I sewed drapes. This was before my scleroderma advanced to the point of really damaging my fingers.

Today, the idea of picking up a paintbrush or roller is a non-starter. I wish I could build things like my dad did, but wielding a hammer, even just to nail a picture hook, is a real challenge. I can still make things that are small or soft—sewing remains a favorite hobby, as long as I pace myself over weeks and even months. But no projects that are heavy, sharp or cumbersome.

So, instead, I have become adept at screening painters, carpenters, roofers, and other home improvement experts, to find the best work for the best price. If you can’t do, delegate. That’s the second rule of management.

The first one: know what you can’t do, and get over yourself. Easier said than done.

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.

Snow Day

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On Sunday we had our first big snow of the season, 15.5 inches, officially. Thankfully, the power stayed on despite the heavy, wet snow, although the pole that holds our bird feeder snapped under the weight. Al shoveled our drive and walkway three times, more than earning a good night’s sleep. I clomped through deep snow in our backyard to rescue the feeder and hang it by the back deck, so the birds could still find some food in the storm. Inside, our home stayed warm and cozy, as the world around us slowed down.

I always love this kind of snow, early in winter, before it turns grubby and sloppy and monotonous. The transformation is stunning. Snow outlines lacy tree branches, drags down evergreen boughs, and covers roofs like thick layers of buttercream frosting. Side roads stay white, even after plowing, with high borders lining both sides. Only a few cars venture out, and no planes drone overhead. Quiet reigns.

On Monday afternoon, I bundled up in a long sweater under my down coat, snow boots, wool hat, warm mittens, and sunglasses, and set out to see how the neighborhood had changed.

School was canceled to give the city time to clean up after the weekend storm, but I only saw one dad pulling two of his kids on a red plastic sled, while the other two walked alongside. One of the kids on the sled, his cheeks bright pink, licked a huge ball of snow. I used to love that wintry treat, too, when I his age. Also making snowmen, but so far, none to be seen.

Elsewhere, a few neighbors were shoveling their drives or brushing off cars. Most folks had, like Al, done the main clearing on Sunday. You could tell who had snow blowers by the wide paths along sidewalks that were already melted down to pavement. An icicle shattered on someone’s front steps. Dollops of snow, like whipped cream, clung to branches. Snow covered half of a neighbor’s roof, while the other half had melted to reveal an array of black solar panels.

Aside from enjoying the scenery, the best part of my walk was savoring the moist air that eased my winter-indoors-too-dry nose and eyes, and the fact that it was warm enough to walk with my mittened hands outside my pockets for the whole mile-and-a-quarter route. The air smelled fresh and clean. My head was much clearer when I got home. As I wrote this post, I could hear a red-tailed hawk calling somewhere nearby.

All of this will wash away by mid-week, in another storm, but rain this time. So, here’s to living in the present moment and enjoying all the beauty that surrounds us, each day. You only have to look to find it.

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.

Through Rain and Gloom

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It’s another one of those weeks when I have a cluster of medical appointments. And they involve a lot of driving. Monday dawned with a deluge of rain, which made the prospect of driving into Boston yesterday morning all the more delightful. Wednesday, the next double appointment day, will at least be sunny.

Both ways yesterday, the driving was intense. Visibility in the worst of the Nor’easter downpour (at least without snow, thank goodness) was about ten car-lengths. And, of course, there were some geniuses on the Mass Pike who chose to ignore all the electronic signs that observed that “wipers on means headlights on” and oh, by the way, this is the law.

The one big blessing in all this was that traffic was not nearly as heavy as usual, perhaps because people are taking off for the holidays ahead of time, or because they were smart enough to stay home. Despite all the rain, I was able to make the drive in a little over an hour, even driving below the speed limit.

I could have canceled and stayed home. But appointments are hard to come by, there’s never a convenient time, and I didn’t want to wait another few months to reschedule.

Most importantly, it was good to have my dental check-up and learn that my teeth have not resorbed more. It was also good to see my wonderful cardiologist, who gave me an A+ on my ECG and said my Type II pulmonary hypertension seems to be well-c0ntrolled with my current medication. There’s no cure for it, but I’m holding steady. And I need to exercise more. I know, I know. I will try to do better.

I was tired when I got home, but I made it safely and got the reassurances I needed that all is well, all things considered. Worth driving in a deluge.

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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600

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There’s something to be said for persistence. Or maybe just a well-honed habit. Whatever the reason, this is my 600th post on Living With Scleroderma. As of January, I will have been writing this blog for 12 years.

My body has aged and changed since that first post. Most notably, my hands required serious revision surgeries in 2017 and a long recovery. I developed Type II Pulmonary Hypertension in recent years (though I probably have had it, undiagnosed, for much longer). My mind is not as supple as it was when I started this project. My eyes require considerable tending for Sjogren’s dryness. I drop stuff too often. I need more sleep to function. And my hair is certainly grayer. Regardless, the fact that I remain healthy enough to keep writing is a profound blessing.

Here’s what I value about this blog: By giving voice to my experiences with this complex disease, I’ve become much more grounded. I no longer feel embarrassed when someone asks about my odd looking hands or stares at them. I no longer shy from talking about scleroderma with others. I no longer feel ashamed or awkward about it.

The other piece that I value highly: Hearing from you, Dear Reader, and how my weekly musings have helped you in your own life, with or without this disease. That’s the real reason I keep writing.

And so, my best wishes to you and yours for good health and joy this holiday season. That’s something we all need in the coming year. 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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