Splat!

I hope my posts about falling don't become too much of a recurring theme, but here is a stellar installment!


Last week, we had a big event at work. It included major stakeholders and executives from around the country.


I did my best to play my part and squeezed into the last suit in my closet that wouldn't cut of my circulation. I put on my ugly but sensible shoes figuring it would be better to choose function over fashion.


I spent the day walking back and forth from room to room, putting out fires and schmoozing at an epic level, something I don't do very well most of the time.


All the while, my feet were throbbing in my sensible shoes and my legs were getting heavier and heavier. By the time the event was over, I was trying to casually find a pillar to lean on looking classy rather than as rough as I was actually feeling.


Wouldn't you know it, just as I was crafting my creative exit at the wee hour of .. ahem.. 10 pm.. the president asked if I would take one of our senior executives upstairs to get her things. What a golden opportunity to connect with her one-on-one and make a lasting impression.


Be careful what you wish for.


I walked with her even though by now it felt like I was walking through sludge while my legs were being strangled by a medieval vice. My bones were rubbing against each other. My joints were aching and my back was as stiff as a board. All that from walking and standing in sensible shoes.


But, I kept going and tried to ignore the pain. I walked fast so I could keep up with this power broker in the company. I was holding my own in the conversation, engaging her in a strategic analysis of our latest initiative and then... you guessed it... I tripped on my own feet which I was dragging by now.


Splat, indeed.


I landed on my knee which left a massive bruise. She of course panicked and asked if I was ok. I was trying to think of something clever, but I figured getting off the floor would be a more useful endeavour. Since I couldn't get up off the floor, I crawled over to the nearest chair and pushed myself up all the while telling her to go gather her things and I would get her a cab.


I guess that left an unforgettable impression.


Thankfully she was too tired to dwell on it.


Thankfully I got out some intelligent information before dropping like a sack of potatoes.


Most of all, I am thankful I wore a suit and not a dress.

Disneyland Part 2 - The Reality

As I wrote in my previous post, my trip to Disneyland with my nephew was planned out well. The itinerary, the transportation, the company.. all good.


I had planned to spend the first day calibrating myself. Doing the walk around Disney and determining what, if anything, I would need to assist me. The other aunt decided that we should just rent the scooter provided at Disney. The truth was, everyone rented those scooters. Disney is huge! So what was the big deal?


I didn't think the experience would be as jarring for me as it was. I have always tried to prepare for mobility assistance as an inevitability to avoid such a moment. But I guess you just never know how you are going to react when actually in the moment. The scooter was easy enough to handle and thankfully my nephew loved riding around in it. But, I caught my reflection in the window and just couldn't believe it. What was I doing on this contraption? I shouldn't be using this, should I? The reality was, I would have struggled walking the whole park on my own. Even using the stroller to keep me balanced, it would have been tough. Why did I want to struggle if I didn't have to?


I thought it would give me freedom. But for the first little while, it made me feel trapped. Like I was trapped in a body and in a life that wasn't right. I thought I was over all that. But I guess it is a reminder that FSH comes in phases and with every phase, you have to go through another emotional and physical adjustment.


There were so many places I couldn't get into. So many things I had to imagine instead of experiencing. And the worst part of all, the new reality that not only was walking a problem, but I discovered a whole new set of limitations: no rides that were too low or too high, no standing in line because my nephew needed to be carried which I couldn't do, no swimming with him since he needed to be held, no giving him a bath or brushing his teeth because I couldn't kneel and the worst? No big bear hugs from my nephew while I was standing because I would fall over.... which I did. 


So was that it? Was that going to be my memory of The Big Dream?

My Circle of Influence Just Got Bigger

Today was a good day.

We often don't take the time to celebrate all the good things that happen in our lives. It seems to be human condition to gravitate towards the negative, the drama, the conflict. But I think one way to create a positive life is to recognize the good moments and spread those moments around - let them infect other people.

I met a few people today who are either affected by FSH or have family affected. We've been trying to create a local support group to share stories, ask and answer questions and gain insight to the differences and similarities of this mysterious condition.

As always, I find similar stories to my own but packaged slightly different. There is comfort in knowing someone understands what you are feeling. It's a hard thing to articulate sometimes.

We had a great time chatting, not just as people who have this 'thing' in common, but just people who enjoyed each other's company. It's always good to surround yourself with the right people.

That's a good day.

Success is in the Buckets

I have been thinking a lot about my last post and what I wrote about how foolish I thought it was that people think 'you can do anything you put your mind to". Sounds pretty negative and very un-zen-like, doesn't it? So I thought I would clarify.

I do think there are some things you can achieve with hard work, passion, commitment and determination. And there are some you can't. It's the absolution component that troubles me.

The reality is, life is made of three buckets where your successes live. Bucket One contains the things you have control over. Bucket Two is where you put things you have some control over. Bucket Three is for the things you have no control over.

This was a lesson taught to me by someone on our company's leadership team. It was a lesson on managing expectations and creating an environment where you can actually succeed. I think the theory is as relevant for life situations.

I wanted to be in advertising and I went after it and did it. I wanted to get my accreditation in PR and I worked hard and I did it. I had control over these things. I found a way to get the money, worked through the time commitment and worked hard to do well.

I also want to be able to run, to skate, to dance. But my FSH is in the way. Weakened muscles, a foot drop and I don't even know what to say about my ankles. But, right now, I have no control over those things and so I can't achieve what I would like. This is Bucket Three. (By the way, I hate Bucket Three, but it's part of the buckets and so there it is.) Now I have a choice. a) I can kill myself trying to make this go in Bucket One. b) I can redefine the goal based on what I can control and achieve a different success. Or, c) I can take comfort in releasing the pressure on myself for something I can't control and can't change.

I use the word comfort deliberately. It takes awhile to get there because it feels like defeatism at first. No one wants to accept they don't have complete control over their life and can't determine their own future. People who think that will find it very challenging to accept life's natural course of evolution. People get sick for no reason. People die unexpectedly. Things happen we can't understand. When you accept what bucket things are in, it is a liberating feeling and actually puts the control of your success back in your hands.

I leave you with this old quote, that is as true today as it was when I was a little girl reading it on my grandfather's wall:

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."

Or the modern version:

"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to hide the bodies of everyone I killed who pissed me off."