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I am not Okay

If you were to ask me how I’m doing you would get one of several answers, depending on current mood and how honest I feel like being. Surviving. Hanging in there. Taking it day by day. But the truth is, I’m not doing well at all. I know I’m not alone in that. Plenty of people are not doing well. But it’s not the same. For the better part of 2 years we had to constantly be on guard. Make sure Ariella’s counts were okay before making plans. Plans cancelled at the last minute. Vacations cancelled. Witnessing Ariella miss out on the things she loved so much; dance, camp, school. The things we are all missing now. But the difference then was we were alone in it. We were missing life, yet life continued to go on around us. Constant reminders of what we were missing while we were camped out in a hospital room or stuck at home. I know that if Ariella was here it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. I know there would be frustration and complaining and attitude. I understand why parents are anxious and stressed and worried. But you’re not alone in this. There is a solidarity, a comfort in knowing the world is right there with us. I can’t speak for David but I felt very much alone throughout Ariella’s diagnosis and even more alone now, despite the support we have. Because there are few that understand how this situation affects someone who has already experienced significant trauma. PTSD is very real and very prevalent among bereaved parents. Everything about this is triggering. The fear of loved ones becoming ill. The constant reminders of hospitals, life support, ventilators, masks, all of it. Hearing people complain about homeschooling, being stuck with their kids. As I said, I know it’s not easy. I’ve been there, home or at the hospital with Ariella, when she couldn’t go anywhere. It was hard, especially when she knew her friends were doing things without her. But it was also fun, and rewarding, and special. We got creative and crafty. There were game nights and movie nights. Lots of time spent reading together. Please just keep that in mind when about to post on a public forum about how terrible it is. It is terrible in a lot of ways. And there is nothing wrong with venting frustration. But not in a public forum. When so many people wish for a second they were in this with their loved ones, whether a child, spouse, or parent.

It had been questioned if the cure is going to be worse than the problem, in the context of the economy. I have a very real fear about the cure being as bad as the problem, not financially but in terms of mental health. This isolation is going to take its toll on a lot of people and I worry about the emotional suffering people are having to endure. As I mentioned, those who have experienced trauma are likely to be experiencing PTSD or other symptoms of anxiety. Anxiety symptoms are ramped up for those who already had anxiety and those who didn’t seem to worry about anything are now getting a taste of what it’s like to live with anxiety. The world is on edge. Everyone is at the very least unsettled, but there are I’m sure a large number of people having difficulty coping. Even as an introvert I am missing the social interaction and connection. The gym was my release. It was the first thing I got back to after Ariella died and has been the only thing that has made me feel okay. I am grateful to my gyms for doing live stream workouts, but it’s not the same. And though my leg is healing, I still can’t run, which was my ultimate way of forgetting everything else and just being in the moment. I think in the end, some will come out of this much stronger, but others will be traumatized and continue to suffer. I was already suffering, not sure how much more of this fear, uncertainty, isolation, I can handle.

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Isolation? Fear? Been There, Done That

The country is in a state of panic. Mass hysteria. And I feel nothing. Do I worry about loved ones? Sure. But am I at all worried about myself? Not the least bit. I’ve lived through this. The fear, the need for quarantine, the worry I could pass something, anything along to my immunocompromised child. The worst for me has happened. This doesn’t phase me one bit. Other than the fact I’m wondering if there will be anything left at Trader Joe’s tomorrow when we do our weekly shopping.

This is serious. Of course it is. But yet people seemed to have lost their perspective. They seem to be more upset about what they are missing, or what their child is missing, rather than why they are missing these things. I completely understand the disappointment. I understand children, high school seniors, college athletes, being devastated about missing experiences and events. What I don’t understand is the complaining about it from the adults. Pain and disappointment are a part of life. This is temporary. Instead of complaining about how awful it is (not that people are dying mind you, but that your plans were cancelled), be grateful that this too shall pass. Be disappointed. Be sad. But stop fucking complaining about it all over the place. There are much worse things, like people actually dying from COVID-19.

I have pretty much given up Facebook (on the personal side, I of course still keep Ariella’s page going). Yesterday I made the mistake of going on. I went on to check if the schools had done anything because it is often on Facebook before emails are sent to staff. And what I found fascinating was not the number of complaint posts (and there were many) but who seems to be panicking and complaining. The cancer families I follow, the ones who should be panicking the most, who should be upset about more quarantines and isolation, are the ones who seem to be taking it in stride. Because this is their lives. They live this daily, virus or not. What I saw from them is the same thing I am feeling. Anger. Anger that this has been declared a crisis leading to immediate funds for vaccine and treatment development. Not denying that this is a crisis. But so is childhood cancer. And yet it is not taken seriously. There is no outrage. There are very limited funds to develop treatments. If the response to childhood cancer was similar to the response to the coronavirus, maybe just maybe there would be better treatments rather than decades old toxic chemo. What’s the difference? The difference is that coronavirus reaches everyone. Childhood cancer affects children and is “rare”. Yet more kids have died from cancer. So I’m not worried or panicked but I am furious. I am furious that childhood cancer does not get the attention it deserves because it doesn’t affect as many people.

I am also outraged over the behavior of many. Cleaning out stores. Stealing equipment that health care providers and the immunocompromised people actually need on a daily basis, not just in light of the virus. Hoarding supplies. There are still a lot of unknowns but it seems to me that most of us will be okay after a little inconvenience. And that inconvenience is necessary to protect those that may not be okay if they contract the virus. Acting selfishly, worrying only about yourself, is disgusting in these times. I read somewhere that people were having trouble finding baby formula. That is scary. If people would be reasonable. Buy items in a reasonable manner rather than clear the shelves. Then everyone would be able to get what they need.

I say I’m not worried. I’m not. But I understand it. If Ariella was here, I would be scared for her health. So I understand worrying about loved ones. But I just don’t get this mass hysteria. That scares me much more than the virus.