The Perfect Couple

It is my opinion and assertion, after almost 50 years on this earth, that there is no such thing as a perfect couple and, moreover, there are plenty of happy marriages out there who will often disagree, debate, and at times even hurt each other with something they do or say.

It is a popular opinion that only a mate that never lets us down, never disappoints or never makes us examine our relationship or reset our boundaries are the ones worth having or that are built to last. I know I certainly thought that because of everything I read and watch on tv/ movies always told me so.

I believe that they are all very wrong.

Today I now see a good marriage as one that does not deeply harm us physically or emotionally and one were you believe that life with your partner is far better than life without them.

I also used to think that the longer you are married than the closer you must get to perfection and bliss. Once again I have had to completely change my mind about this and be prepared to see things very differently. I know plenty of couples who are married longer term and who still fall out, argue, lose their temper, aggravate each other and so on.

It is not a straight line from marriage to eternal bliss and it has nothing to do with your age or how long you have been together.

In fact, the longer that some people are together the more that they can become set or fixed into certain behaviours and become unwilling to change them; even to help their marriages. Behaviours become habits that are hard to break. But are they still viable marriages? I think so.

The fact is that even as we get older we can change our perspective about things and about life as a whole. What made us happy years ago can no longer float our boats. Personal growth can be the most wonderful thing about this life but we forget that in order to grow in some areas it can take some very dark times and awful challenges. These things can happen inside and outside of a marriage but they still effect both parties.

We can never know or predict what is going to happen in life and what is going to happen in a marriage and although there is a huge part of me that likes to control and predict how and when things will happen it has never turned out the way I thought. Ever.

I never thought I would be this dependant upon another human being and lose this much control of my body and abilities. I hate it. My husband never thought such a thing would happen to me either based on the woman he first met.

If you had asked me 25 years ago if I would ever marry I would have said NO. If you had asked me if I was likely to become sick like this I would have said NO. If you had asked me if my marriage would survive a situation like this I would have said… absolutely NOT.

Yet here we are.

No one can ever judge or truly know the worth of a marriage as an outside observer. There are far too many factors that are never seen nor felt by anyone outside. We lack context and the subtleties of feelings and experiences when we try to see a marriage we are not in. But I have also realised that if you have to justify or rationalise your marriage then you are, perhaps, not truly enjoying it or feeling the benefit of it.

There are plenty of things about my husband today that I would dearly like for him to change. There are plenty of things that take me to the brink of my tolerance and sanity (snoring comes to mind) and there are many times that I have even considered leaving him because of how he has hurt my feelings and disappointed me in some way and I can only assume the same is true for him. The fact is that his good points, good intensions, love and support far out way his bad points and together we continue to try to do the right thing by each other and ourselves. I am sure he does the same for me when I have tested his patience and endurance.

I am not married to an overly romantic man who gushes and writes poems dedicated to me. He often can come across as indifferent. I would dearly love him to be more demonstrative and validate me and my worth more often. It would be wonderful. But that doesn’t mean that there is not love and care in some of the other things he does and says. I have realised that this means that I must look for signs of love and devotion in other places and in less obvious (and cinematic) ways.

I see the love and respect that comes from waking up in the middle of the night to rub my joints, change heat packs, bring my meds, take me to the bathroom and listen to me tell him again that I can’t take it all.

I give my love by accepting that he will never understand the pain and sacrifice I go through, and the challenges that doing any small thing for him can present me (like cooking a meal for him).

How we show love and express love seems to change over time too and stops being things like chocolates, romantic dinners, jewellery and perfume etc and starts taking on more substantive things, like loyalty, honesty, commitment, laughing together, crying together and sharing our most inner thoughts and secrets. Only someone who loves you can watch you age and change physically and yet still see you as the most beautiful person they have ever met. Only someone who loves me could see me struggle to move, see my face drooping, see me needing help to eat and see my face swollen from crying and still think that they have a precious gift laying beside them every night.

One thing that I can honestly say about my marriage that we both work hard to do l, despite all the things we have been through and all the arguments and problems we have encountered, is that we have agreed to put aside whatever is happening or whatever has been said and cuddle in together each night, even if it may be the last thing we want to do in that moment. We both deserve to sleep as best we can and rest as much as we can before taking on the new day and looking with fresh eyes at the situation.

As yet this rule hasn’t been broken.

It seems human nature that we may want to keep improving the way our relationships look and feel and there is this naive belief that they can become better and better over time, but it’s become clear to me that this isn’t true and some of the most important changes are in the way we change and how we ultimately value the relationships we do have.

Gentle hugs,


A Love Letter

If you never had much confidence or belief in yourself before you became chronically ill you will have a very difficult time after you become ill. Very difficult indeed!

Speaking from personal experience, the struggle has been soul destroying at times.

Alternatively, battling these demons constantly can also make any victory feel monumental and that is what happened to me recently.

Having had the worst month physically, mentally and emotionally I felt completely destroyed and there has been very little comfort to find anywhere I searched. My self esteem and confidence hit another low and it was hard to think of reasons to go on.

For the chronically ill it is a constant battle to see yourself as anything resembling valuable and worthy, that is what the struggle is like for me anyway. During these times I avoid looking in mirrors, I don’t speak much and I try my best to complete any task with as much care and attention as I can in a bid to feel useful.

Tue emotional void feels limitless and I can’t help but remember every hurt, rejection and mistake over my lifetime. Why? I wish I knew. Perhaps like anyone else that may experience reactive depression from time to time, and especially during a series of hard battles and ‘life events’, I start picking the bones of my tortured soul in a self harming manner.

I try not to.

As I recall all the times that life and people have left me feeling sad, lonely and rejected I happened across a picture I had drawn some years ago. I sat and stared it and somehow I didn’t believe that I had drawn it and it felt like I had found from someone else’s studio. I liked it and in that moment I was quite surprised by the talent I had shown.

As I studied it more I started recalling that I somehow after all the things that have happened to me over the past decades I started to be in awe of myself for surviving them and for getting to my feet somehow.

Then, like a bolt of lightening, I felt a new idea explode inside me and it lit up my dark emotional sky. I have often considered myself very much the lesser person in a relationship and unworthy. I would constantly accept far less from my partners and would be grateful for the scraps they threw me in love, devotion, attention and loyalty.

I have often been reminded how lucky I was that my husband stuck around after I got sick and how he could have left me like so many partners had done in the past but now I thought that perhaps if my husband had or did decide to leave that he might lose something very special indeed.

I began to explore a thread of ideas which allowed me to identify some other things about me that I have seriously overlooked. For instance, how loyal, hard working, creative, inquisitive, funny, authentic, good hearted, romantic, compassionate, empathic, feeling, artistic, flexible I was. How I have done as m uh as I could for my partners and also provided them with a good income and strong problem solving and willing to negotiate the rough roads we encountered right along side them.

If my husband left then he stood to lose something unique indeed and if he did leave, like others before him, I believe that they would suffer a real loss greater than I would endure because they would have lost someone that didn’t give up during hard times and knew how to treasure the important things in life.

I was once again reminded that we can’t make people choose us, we can’t make people appreciate us for all that we are and all we try to be and do. We can’t make them treasure us and work just as hard to make us feel loved as we do for them.

It is always possible that some may prove unworthy of us, abandon us, not appreciate us, forget us, waste our time and not ever see us for all we are and all we do. But it is worse we we do that to ourselves. It is much much worse.

I may always need to work harder than most people to love, even like, myself but it feels sometimes that self esteem and confidence is like a muscle that needs to be exercised in order to grow stronger and provide strength to the rest of the body.

It is important that I fight to set boundaries and give voice to my needs and expectations of my partner. I am allowed to want these needs met and to accept less would be the ultimate betrayal and I am allowed to struggle with self esteem and low confidence whilst I am doing what I can to improve it.

Very few people out there understand the pure torture illness puts us through emotionally and how it eats away at your self belief and self worth everyday like a cancer. Perhaps Autoimmunes need a little extra TLC from our loved ones and friends, but if they truly love us and care about us this should not be a inappropriate thing to ask.

I have to believe that anyone, and I mean anyone, who deserts us for struggling because of these chronic illnesses then they are doing the right thing by removing themselves from our lives.

I don’t remind people to show compassion or scold them for avoiding having to show love and compassion to me, I am simply beginning to recognise it as a failing in them and not me and I want to become the type of person who can begin to be able to write love letters to myself when I need it.

Gentle hugs,



During times of hardship, pain, relapse and stress the chronically ill are placed in a very difficult position and judged much more harshly than any of their healthier counterparts.

For example, if a chronically ill person is in pain and they have been battling the unrelenting agony for hours, days, weeks or months on end, if they should slip and give way to anger, remorse or frustration they will be scolded and rebuked much more severely by those around them and can be met with “don’t yell at me! You are always angry!”, “you need to get on top of all this and change your attitude!”, “why should I look after you or help you when you do this?” Or “it’s all your own fault you are suffering!” Our actions can be seen as more evidence of weakness or unworthiness in the eyes of others.

Conversely, should a healthier man or woman give way and snap at a friend, colleague or loved one, due to workload, stress or other, it will most likely be interpreted as a cry for help and illicit offers of help and empathy simply because they are deemed more worthy or help and tolerance. Healthy people empathize with other healthy people who are busy, frustrated and stressed but rarely with someone who is chronically ill.

At this times we may even have our mental health and stability called into question simply for being forced to deal with things unimaginable to the rest of the world.

As well as the constant battle I face with pain, fear, anxiety and disability I also face a huge battle in effectively masking these things from those around me for fear of being judged.

I work hard so people still see the fun, happy, jolly, caring and intelligent person I am whilst trying to choke down the other part of me that is struggling, sad, betrayed, confused, hurting and suffering. It is why I have had to lock myself away from the outside world for most of my life now.

I don’t even share most of these things with my doctor for fear I will exhaust any compassion, empathy or tolerance she might have for me. It’s incredibly difficult to bear.

Many of the healthier people reading this may interpret this as being untrue, an exaggeration or baseless, however, ask a person who is chronically ill if this is accurate and, chances are, they will start nodding their heads emphatically or may even start crying themselves.

My own marriage faces this strain constantly and I force myself, as best I can, to try and step back and discuss what is happening in a calm and rational way to my husband. Even when I do this there is no guarantee that it will be received or be as helpful as I hope.

The alternative to being open about how you feel and experience this world is being closed, hidden, isolated and alone. This is often the shared feeling of so many fellow Autoimmunes and sufferers. The reality Of feeling alone in our most difficult moments and struggles is breathtakingly hard.

Imagine yourselves being in constant pain and struggle all day and all night and then consider how you might still be able to maintain a pleasing demeanour?

The humble way that many female Autoimmunes describe their partners with such empathic and heartfelt terms is taken for granted by the rest of world. For example, I constantly refer to my husband as “my poor D…, he has to put up …..”, or, instead of using his name I add the prefix ‘poor’ whenever I refer to him. As though it is awful that he has to contend with me or be around me.

I can honestly say that I have rarely encountered such ways of speaking outside the chronically ill community. Each Facebook post that I come across from my chronically ill friends always has such self effacing language and recognizes those in our life as more important, kind, generous and virtuous than ourselves by virtue of the fact that they are around and we owe them a constant debt for doing so.

Is this fair? Is this easy? No! But this is how many of us must live with chronic illness and the price we pay for something that is beyond our control or culpability.

At these times in our individual battles It would mean so much to us to be able to feel and tap into compassion and empathy and would be appreciated far more deeply than any healthier person could ever contemplate.

Gentle hugs,


Virus Lessons

After watching how the world is coping after a few months of VIRUS restrictions and lock down I felt compelled to make some observations from my own perspective in the hope that it might give pause to those out there who have both intelligence and depth… and here are some of those thoughts.

There has been countless amounts of people who have not handled very well the intrusion on their lives and the limitations that this virus has placed on them. The backlash has been incredibly loud and protestors have gathered all over the globe to voice their displeasure. It seems strange to me that much of the global population can empathize with these people, even if we disagree with their reasoning, however they can not find such compassion for those with chronic illnesses and who have been confined to their homes for as long as decades!

Imagine for a moment what it must be like being confined to your home or bed for most of your remaining life! This current COVID 19 situation is the first time that most people alive can begin to comprehend what these concepts actually mean and how they might affect the hundreds of millions of sufferers out there.

It is truly devastating.

Through no fault of our own, and not by choice, we have been taken out of our lives and interned in our homes. We have become invisible and forgotten. The true victims of lockdown and confinement.

I have watched for weeks now so many vlogs, memes, Facebook interviews, news reports, and large numbers of people who have been angry, fearful, lost, frustrated and sad and each time I think to myself “why can’t people see what the ill feel like all the time?…what must life be like for us?”

After years of living like this we experience anguish, depression, intense sadness, frustration, anxiety and claustrophobia. We feel lost and forgotten by the world. It is ironic that during these times the chronically ill have had little to no difficulty adjusting to these rules and regulations although it is people with chronic illnesses and diseases that are at the highest risks of all by the virus.

As we all witnessed hoarders buying up toilet paper and displaying some strange, selfish, hateful and neurotic behaviors, nobody seems to recall that the chronically ill have never reacted or behaved in this extreme way and yet they constantly called out, picked on, judged, looked down upon and scorned for simply being sick and struggling privately!

Nobody has ever seen a chronically ill person with a billboard screaming because we haven’t had our hair done, despite the fact that we can rarely, if ever, have our hair done without pain or suffering.

The virus has seen a generous response from governments to assist those who have been inconvenienced and have had their livelihoods effected over the past months. A flood of donations, support, funding and public monies have been found to assist people who are suffering at this time and yet many chronically ill and disabled wait for years for assistance. Years!! And even then there is no guarantee that they will get any assistance (even a meager amount) and yet the world looks at them in judgement and condemnation.

As generous payments and company bail outs have been flooding in, disabled and sick people are having their small pittance of support reduced.

It is my sincere hope that as we come out the other side of this virus crisis that the long term effects are not felt on the world economy and fiscal status but more on the worlds hearts and perceptions. I hope we have been educated on what life can be like when crisis and misfortune hits peoples lives and what being vulnerable and inconvenienced is truly like.

May our compassion, understanding and humanity be restored and a reset of our ability to care for and connect with our fellow man be renewed also. I hope that we collectively find a cure for the way we see each other at the end of all this and learn so much more from these lesson we have been given.

Gentle hugs,



By now the whole world is learning what it is like to be isolated, cut off and housebound through no fault of their own; and they don’t like it.

We are constantly told how people are having their wedding, holidays and parties disrupted or cancelled and everyone seems to be able to empathize with these unfortunate circumstances.

Some people are also losing their jobs and facing an unknown and worrisome future until the covid virus is finally contained and controlled. It’s an anxious and stressful time for those who do not know how they will survive and how they will earn a living.

This is an all too familiar experience for those of us with chronic illness but it has also been something that very people can comprehend and rarely give a second thought to.

As I look across social media I read accounts of people who say how hard it is staying home, how bored they are, are hopeless they feel, how cut off they are from others and how much they yearn for human contact. This is a normal day, however, for those of us with chronic conditions which leave us unable to go out and connect with others.

My husband and I have often remarked that the covid virus lockdown has made very little impact on our day to day lives and it is only now that the rest of the world can start to comprehend what we have been going through for nearly 12 years now. Yes, 12 years.

In that time we have had to cancel so many outings, we have not holidayed in nearly eight years and we haven’t been able to attend weddings, parties and social dates due to flaring symptoms, terrible pain or the inability to move limbs or see. We have had no choice but to somehow accept this and try to come to terms with it all.

Whilst I am the one that has several autoimmune conditions, it is actually my husband that I do genuinely feel for as he has chosen to go into this lockdown with me and nurse me. It places us in very difficult financial circumstances and our security has been dangling precariously for some time. But we had to hold on.

It is ironic that many people could value from the lessons and experiences of those of us who have had to deal with these lockdown situations for decades, but I am certain very few people would ever consider asking.

Craving connection and social interactions are things that chronic sufferers have just had to shutdown and contain inside themselves and I have gone many months without ever leaving my home or seeing anyone other than my husband; but rarely by choice.

During the covid pandemic I am categorised as an “at risk” person and the general public now can try to understand the risks that my health places me in and how vulnerable my body is. Years of immune suppressing drugs renders me at a high risk of contracting this virus and dying. My husband has to be extra careful too. He could accidentally bring this virus to me if he goes outside and the fact is he does have to go outside now because we frequently need groceries and medications.

Every outing is a risk of contracting a virus that currently has no cure or vaccination.

Living without a cure is now a phenomenon that people are having to live through. They are anxious for them to be developed and listen carefully for news that one is close. No one knows what that is like more than those of us with Autoimmune diseases!

We must live in constant hope and need of a cure and a successful treatment for our out of control immune system which is constantly attacking us and spreading inside us. Governments across the world have announced that they are prepared to spend billions of dollars finding a vaccination and assure is that this will happen and is closer at hand. When Autoimmunes see how quickly the world can respond and science be focused we do wonder “what about us?” at times.

Worldwide sufferers have died and continue to die through complications of our diseases but it hasn’t felt the human outcry and empathy that this current virus gets. Whilst I fully comprehend the difference between a pandemic and Autoimmune diseases I also believe that loss of life and death is still the same regardless and human life is still as valuable whether you have died from a virus or another disease. We all have value.

Lockdown is something no one wishes for, wants or chooses and now more than ever we are seeing in real time what many of us have experienced for a very long time. The major difference is that most people staying home are not in pain, disabled or suffering. They are free to move about able to do entertaining activities and catch up on many chores and tasks. This isn’t the case for many of us who must endure their lockdown in pain and struggling.

Unseen inside our homes and behind our computer screens are the lives of people whose pain and struggles have been unknown, hidden and unrecognised for so such a long time… until now. Now, so many things can finally start to be comprehended and I truly hope they will be. I hope we all learn many lessons from the current pandemic so that we will emerge from these time’s with much more wisdom and far more empathic human beings who will take less things and fewer people for granted.

Gentle hugs,



Double Standards

Double Standards

MARCH 14, 2020

Perhaps one of the most distressing things to come out of the recent CoronaVirus pandemic is the enormous double standards that are now becoming clearly visible in society and playing out in front of our very eyes.

I shall explain.

For the past decade I (like many other people with Autoimmune diseases) have been battling serious illnesses and painful disabilities whilst much of the world has shunned us or told us that we are exaggerating our health struggles. We struggle to get medicines, assistance, support and compassion and are often treated with suspicion because our symptoms can be invisible or not easily recognisable by the average person on the street …much like this current virus.

However when there is the slightest chance that healthier people might suffer flu like symptoms and have the slightest possibility of inconvenience or intrusion into their everyday lives we are faced with a human outcry and a world gone mad with panic!

The difference is mystifying.

From scenes like the hordes of people buying up toilet paper and hand sanitizer to those fighting to get groceries and everything in between, it has made many of us with health challenges scratch our heads at the terrible double standards and discrimination which exists in this world today.

For those of us who have struggled with stigma and terrible disability for such a long time it is very hard to take it all in.

The simple truth is that unless health problems are happening, or has even the slightest threat of happening, to a healthier person than they really just don’t care about all the ‘other’ people out there.

Regardless of the fact that ten percent of the population suffer from Autoimmune diseases (when you work out how much 10% of 7 billion people are you get a picture of the numbers involved!) they don’t seem to matter compared to the chances that a healthy person might come in to contact with a virus that most likely won’t effect them for longer than several weeks!

“But this is a mass health risk!” [They] say. Yet it is actually much less likely than the risk to a persons health that Autoimmune diseases are and these disease currently affect one in ten people (mostly women) worldwide.

“But there is a possibly of deaths!” They say. whilst scientists, doctors and the world health Organisation are indeed suggesting that a small percentage of ‘at risk’ people (the sick and the elderly) may face the risk of death this is still far less than the risk of death from Complications of Autoimmune diseases and their treatments that sufferers face every day!

Furthermore, whilst governments are trying to do all they can to help the currently healthy general public deal with this virus and all the questions they may have about it, not one organisation (including hospitals) that already know about me being one of those “at risk” people and whom also know that I take a number of immune suppressing drugs have been in contact to help or assure me. None. Even though statistically I am more likely to die from this virus than all those currently clambering for toilet paper and supplies.

More care is being directed to assisting the mob mentality and assure those healthier people out there than people like me and many other Autoimmunes who are far more at risk. Very few (if any) of those who are genuinely at risk of this virus have been rushing grocery stores, fighting in the shopping malls or trying to cause mass panic which again highlights another big difference between those with illnesses and health challenges and the general public.

Strangely enough people are far more willing to accept the invisible nature of these diseases (viruses) but have been far less willing to accept that many of the painful and difficult symptoms that autoimmune sufferers battle daily are often not always visible to naked eye which suggests that it was never a conceptual barrier to understanding but rather a compassion barrier all along.

Whilst many People have been deeply shocked and angered by being inconvenienced by the COVID, and it’s impact on their daily lives, they are also the same people that will tell Autoimmunes to “get over it…push through it…stop being so dramatic… get a grip… and stop pretending!”

The additional factor that there is currently no cure or vaccine for this virus is behind a lot of the fears and panic for those that have not yet even been affected by it, yet those same people will not understand the worries and pain of those who actually have to live with real health problems and challenge and the real limitations placed on our every day lives … yet we still have had no cures or vaccines for many decades, even centuries, now.

The countdown is now on and all efforts are being made to fund, find cures and develop vaccines for a virus that seems to primarily cause limited fevers, limited pain and a few weeks bed rest for the majority of those who are affected. Billions of dollars are being called upon and offered up by countries the world over but I have not seen this same level of care, funding and awareness being turned towards many other diseases that are truly life changing illnesses and even permanently disabling.

Everyone knows about and have all heard of this virus by now however many of my friends and family still have no knowledge or interest in the diseases that affect every moment of my life and the lives of so many millions more; One on ten people on this earth. How can this possibly be a fair standard of care and interest?

People seem to thrive on fads, novelty, popularity and panic but will quickly turn their backs at the long term problems and issues that exist in healthcare today unless it directly affects or interests them. Healthcare has been a political issue for so many decades now and universal health care has been looked down upon by many political parties the world over …until … yes, you guessed it, it may possibly affects them directly!

After many years now of being on chemo therapy drugs and immune suppressing medications I have long had to isolate myself and be careful where I go and what I expose myself to and I have felt the ridicule and scorn from a number of people out there yet now we are seeing everyday people hiding away and cancelling worldwide and expensive events and erring on the side of caution and somehow they are all being praised for it! Double standards? One group is praised while the other is looked down upon? Why?!

Sometimes the double standards that exist and have been affecting (and hurting) those with Autoimmune diseases are so heartbreaking and cruel that it defies comprehension and reason but hopefully when things like the Corona Virus comes along it can possibly finally illustrate to the average person out there just what it might be like to have to face genuine and real health battles and fears everyday of your life and a gar more uncertain future and prognosis.

Gentle hugs,


Only those who truly care

I have been writing and sharing information for a decade now about the struggle of so many autoimmunes out there and some of the daily battles they face but I have also learned a very valuable lesson in the process, which is;

Only people who really care about you and want to understand what you are going through will read what you share or want to listen to your struggles.

You will have to face the painful fact that there are those in your life, no matter if they are related, former close friends or even partners, who will not want to know anything and simply want you to just stop talking about your life.

It’s heartbreaking but true.

They will often construct some strange rationale about why they are choosing to remain ignorant like … you are really just depressed, pretending, overacting, lazy, deceitful, moody, or something else along these lines.

The truth is they just don’t want to know and it really does reflect on how much they care about you. That is probably one of the most painful realities of this life.

They are also the ones that won’t even ask how you are doing or coping and will avoid all references to and attempts to understand your life.

If you are faced with these people as a result of your illnesses and health struggles then what can you do?

Well aside from the obvious fact that we must accept what people choose to do and how they choose to act, we can realize that we do still have some choices and power left within us. At least that is how I choose to see the situation.

Even though I didn’t choose this life, and I feel at my body’s mercy, I have chosen to take the attitude that I am at nobody else’s mercy as far as they intend to treat me or speak to me. … Nobody!

I decided some time ago that I no longer have to explain myself to those who don’t respect my fight or struggle. I don’t have to apologize for what these diseases may do or rob me of. I don’t have to talk to or interact with people who show no regard for the person I am and what I must contend with.

I don’t have to be friendly or kind to those who don’t show me the same respect, no matter how few friends I may have left. I don’t have to beg for someone’s tolerance and consideration as though I have done something wrong. I don’t have to push my body and pain limits to show someone I am worthy of their love and/or friendship.

I have found ways to honour the person I am inside despite how people may see me or how much ignorance they choose to be in about my life.

How did I reach this place?

Well it’s been a deep down feeling that has remained steadfast inside me despite some of the cruel and unthinking things I have been dealt. Perhaps my mother did teach me a little bit about accepting yourself? She certainly displayed this in all she did. She never looked down on herself or ever doubted herself for longer than a moment. Her ego always resurfaced and I admired it so much.

I recently found myself replaying in my mind all that I had had to contend with, cope with, manage and suffer in one year and I found myself simply amazed at myself and how I had somehow continued to go on! I contrasted that to many others whom I have known who have not coped with life’s experiences and who have fallen at hurdles that I can only dream of having today!

As I contrasted the different depths of experiences and the stamina and resilience I have shown I began to realize that the person I am now is not a second class citizen or one to be looked down on or disrespected, but rather I consider the person that has endured all these things, and yet kept trying to be there for my loved ones and friends, and all the while managing to achieve some real goals and milestones (even if that has been to do some small things for myself) as being one of the most strongest, kindest, caring, sincere, loving and authentic people there is.

With this in mind I can accept that there are people in the world that will never know what I go through or even care, but that’s okay, it only reflects on them and not me.

The other day I spoke to someone who was telling me some of the difficulties that they encountered as a single mum. I listened and engaged with interest and respect. Despite the fact that I had been sitting the whole time in a leg brace, with a tremor and in terrible pain and with vision problems, I truly wanted to know all about their life. The fact that she didn’t want to know anything about mine will remain a testimony to who she is and not about my value in this world.

I truly hope that my fellow autoimmunes who read this will have a renewed sense of self worth, self belief and self love and to those who care about us enough to want to understand what we go through, I want them to know how much we truly appreciate them. Always.

Gentle hugs,


Lost In Time

For many years now I have enjoyed reading about historical findings and developments in the archeological world. I have always enjoyed history and looking back on the way civilization have evolved (or devolved) over time.

I recall standing at the Grand Canyon and looking down upon billions of years being shown with each layer of the rocks and then thinking, there are so many things we can not know that can not be seen inside those layers and is therefore lost in time.

Time itself is such an enormously complex concept and even when we look at the events that have taken place or the changes that we have seen in our own brief time it becomes even more amazing when try stretching those timelines over centuries and even millennium.

Whilst I struggle with the type of timelines that exist in the universe I also admit that I can also struggle with the changes that a mere year or decade can bring. Perhaps it is part of the human condition that we all struggle with issues of time? Perhaps I am not different from everyone else on this planet? I see how elderly people can constantly look back and talk about their youth and I think that in many ways they choose to live in a time long gone and that never to return.

As I approach my 50s (even writing this number seems incredibly strange to me) I realize that I am approached a crossroads where the things that were commonplace in my youth have changed significantly today and the possibilities of further change can be strangle and daunting, despite the fact that I will have to deal with them regardless.

I am considered neither young or old at this time and I am therefore labeled ‘middle aged’. What exactly I am in the middle of can be very confusing at times.

As my husband spoke to me about the costs of things I marveled at how he constantly seems shocked about the price or cost of things today. It’s like a constant assault on his sensibilities. He quickly proclaims what $5 was once worth to him in his early years and how every decade seems to add an extra zero to the cost of something. What was once $10 now costs $100s and to do any small repair or fix around the house will often be a multiple of $1000!

It really is quite shocking for those of us who remember what things used to be. For those that know no better it is simply the way things are. Hence the feeling of being trapped in the middle of the past and the future.

As I thought over these things and then later began talking to my husband again it became very clear to me that there are a lot of people that knew the younger me, the person I was 10 years ago, 20 years ago and maybe even 40 years ago but aside from a hand full of things I realize I am not that person anymore.

Sadly they are simply excavating a body that is long gone and lost in time… Metaphorically speaking.

Very few people know the person I am today and, furthermore, very few people will. No matter how much I write, how much I share and how much someone might assume, they can never truly know and that is simply the reality of it. I belong to a very small percentage of the population whose experiences will never truly be understood or comprehended by the rest of the world.

It is for this reason that I find myself not really describing my day to day or sharing personal details with anyone other than my husband. He is the only person who will ever know the truth of who I am and one day he will be gone too.

Yet I felt a strange comfortableness with this. After nearly a decade of living with these declining and progressing illnesses I find that they have advanced beyond the point of even defining them now. They are incomprehensibly complex now and simply beyond definition. No one else can possibly understand what I am speaking about unless it was happening to them too… but my husband knows.

Today I heard him trying to describe the difficulty that a holiday or trip would present to someone who was painfully ignorant of it all and, worse still, unwilling to comprehend, so my husband just stopped. And that pretty much sums up what happens now. We simply just stop explaining. We have gone quiet forever.

I told him that not only do we struggle to explain to people now but we should also remind ourselves that we don’t have to explain it to people any longer. It’s not our duty. He agreed. This ultimately felt like a huge burden had been lifted.

I told my husband how many years ago I wanted to leave a mark on this world. Some sort of legacy or something that said “I was here…” but now I feel as though that doesn’t really matter to me any longer. It seems like a sad and narcissistic thing human beings try to do and create for themselves. A monument to themselves either through having children or by some other manner.

If my writing remains on the internet or if my personal belongings are found after I am gone it doesn’t really matter to me any longer. The real achievements I feel I have made in my life has been that I have endured these past years and I continue to keep going despite the pain and incredible difficulty of it all.

Despite the losses. Despite the tears. Despite the setbacks. Despite the heartbreaking futility of it all at times… and always in the knowledge that it will slowly but surely worsen.

All of this though is unknown and will be unknowable to the rest of the world. There will be no evidence of it or memory of it in time. Despite any of the businesses, the deals, the ideas, the projects or anything else I may undertake or do in the remainder of my time on this earth, the most amazing achievement in my eyes will be how my husband and I have managed to continue and somehow persist in circumstances that many will never know or be able to comprehend.

When I sit back and think how has this even been possible I realize without a moments hesitation that it has all been possible through love and devotion. I look around me at my husband reading beside me and the furry little companions asleep on my bed and think that even more mysterious and incomprehensible as the depths of time and space are the depths of love which we have created and built, moment by moment.

However, unlike a historian unearthing an old grave site and finding the bones and finery of whomever lived and died there, my greatest achievements and accomplishment will leave no evidence of having ever existing.

Love and commitment is beyond the naked eye and has no form to show it existed and can not be exhumed from the hearts we leave behind when we die. But as I look back on all the things I wanted to do and the things I dreamed of as a child I clearly recall that chief amongst my goals and constant hopes were to find love, companionship and loyalty in another human being and to that end I believe I have reached the highest achievement that I could ever have possibly imagined, regardless of whether it becomes lost in time or never remembered again.

Gentle hugs,


Why Write?

Sometimes people have asked me why I write and what I am hoping for in my writing…

The first things that I have always wanted everyone to know is that I am not looking for pity or sympathy, I am looking for awareness, equality and justice.

My Type Of Friend

My Type Of Friend

FEBRUARY 20, 2020

The other day I was reading an article on the list of things a real friend can and should do, and aside from one or two things on the list I would be deemed by the writer as a bad friend.

Which got me to thinking.

This ableist writer has no idea of the different types of people out there, or of any other reality other than their own, so they perpetuate this flawed narrative about friendships that can have long lasting effects; Especially for those who have health and physical challenges.

They wrote that a real friend shows up when needed. Great! This means that I can never be a good friend to anyone?! That just feeds my self esteem completely. Not!

The fact is that even though I can’t physically show up for people all the time (in fact, almost never) this should not be a measure of my intrinsic worth.

They wrote that a good friend spends time with you. Many people imagine friends shopping, driving, dining, partying, water skiing etc but nobody imagines two friends sitting and talking or watching a movie at home. This able bodied ideal doesn’t include those who don’t have the strength or abilities to do much more than be companionship!

A good friend, they write, always has positive energy and lifts you up. Sounds like a mechanical hoist and not a real person to me! Some of the best friendships I know have simply been good ears and open hearts. Someone that cares when the world seems to not care. Someone listens to the things we don’t know how to say. Someone they can trust completely.

When I was healthier and busier I was accused of not being emotionally available or too busy with life and now as I am house bound I am no longer enough fun or too boring for many people to consider interesting!

These days my world can revolve around one house, one room or one backyard but I can honestly say that no two days have ever been exactly the same.

I once read that only boring people get bored and therefore by that definition I am not at all boring and don’t think I ever will be. Despite the fact that I must face the same physical challenges over and over, day after day, I have always found new ideas, new projects, new dreams, new thoughts, new feelings and new concepts to explore. Something that these dreadful diseases can never take away.

The only friendships that I have lost were the ones based on physical abilities, friendships that took more than they gave or had very limited ability to grow and survive. Sadly, that was almost all the friendships that I had made in the 30+ years of life.

Ask yourself how many friends you would have if you couldn’t move? If you had no money? If you had nothing to offer but your honesty?

Recently an old friend had travelled from far away and although I assumed that they would not really want to spend time together or that they would find my company difficult, boring or uninteresting, they completely surprised me by spending much of their time with me! Yes. Me.

We sat on my bed mostly, talking, laughing, reminiscing, joking, consoling and simply being two human beings, together. It was wonderful.

I return to the article I read about a good friend being reliable. Well I have very different thoughts on this topic than this writer and I don’t think reliable is simply confined to turning up at events or doing some heavy lifting when moving home! Reliable can mean that no matter what day, time or circumstance you know without hesitation that you can turn to a person who will be there emotionally for you and allow you to be yourself. Completely.

Reliable can mean that no matter what you might be facing there is someone who is there and cares for you as much as they care for themselves. Someone who will be there for the dark, hard, soul crushing hours when the world is too busy or doesn’t care.

I was often this person for many of the friendships of my past. The go to person for pain, loss, struggle, misfortune and disappointment but I didn’t ensure that this was there for me too. A good friend is a two way street.

My closest friend today is someone who fights hard with their diseases and understands the day in and day out, soul crushing battle our physical bodies put us through whilst nurtures the fragile, kind, pained, loving, charming, funny, childlike, intelligent person that resides inside these shells. A friendship based on real love, loyalty, kindness, compassion and honesty. Unlike anything I have had as an able bodied person.

It is almost unfathomable to me that at this stage of my life that I see how the world looks out into the sea of humanity and it always overlooks and dismisses those with illnesses, disability or chronic struggles as being those who are simply beyond repair or the human flotsam and jetsam thrown across life’s shores. No longer wanted and cast aside. Dismissed from the landscape.

However I have come to learn that there are greater treasures which have been throw and tossed aside than can ever be found amongst the ordinary and everyday.

I have found people with endless spirit, forgiveness, creativity, coping, imagination, inspiration, fragility, kindness, true love, sincerity and hope that I have never found in everyday life. It is amongst the pained, the sacrifices, the losses, the hardship and the overlooked that you find real character and humility.

I wish I didn’t have to join the ranks of the struggling to understand what real friendships were but here I am.

As far as those people who who write about friendships and those who espouse authority on human relationships are concerned I can guarantee they know very little of what real friendships are made of and they have never had to make a life out of pain and suffering.

Real friendships are often hard to define, hard to find, and impossible to replace. But when you find one you will never know a truer thing on this earth.

Gentle hugs,