Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Guest Post...The Magical Grab Bag of Behcet's

Every once in a while, I read something that strikes a chord. This post was written by a woman named Chrissy, who placed it on her Living with Behcet's blog in 2012. It's reprinted here with her permission.


The Magical Grab Bag of Behcet's

At first I didn’t understand how the people with Behcet’s could think about it daily. Why let it control you? They are constantly thinking about their symptoms and how it controls their lives. After almost a year of being sick, I finally get it.

My symptoms have worsened and it’s all I think about. Why? It’s actually pretty simple: I can’t go somewhere without thinking how it’s going to affect me. I don’t know if I will make it though my sister’s baby shower or a family Christmas get-together, or if I can even make it there in the first place. It consumes you. Even if you don’t want it to. You can fight it, but it will only make you worse off in the long run.

You see, at first I was stubborn and thought I can still do everything I used to, but in moderation. It’s not that easy. You never know how you are going to feel on any given day; even if you start out feeling good, you can go downhill quickly. It’s like the weather, sunny one moment and stormy the next.

Then comes the denial. The time when you try to act normal even if you don’t feel good, hoping to outsmart it. What a crushing blow this was. Even putting on a happy face doesn’t matter, because it’s always there. Every corner I turn, it’s rearing its ugly head waiting for me. Waiting to either pounce a new symptom on me or worsen an existing symptom. I try to ignore the fact I can’t make plans because I never know how I’m going to feel, but reality sets in after a while and you just feel hopeless.

What I wouldn’t give to feel normal again, to be able to do things, to look towards the future. See, it’s just not that simple with Behcet’s. But that’s because it’s a complex, unknown disease. And that’s how you have to treat your life - every day is unknown. Your life becomes a complex problem that you try to solve, but no matter how hard you try, you will fail. This is because you don’t know if the medications you’re taking are going to keep working, or if you’re going to need to add a new one, or if they will even work in the first place. With Behcet’s, you have to take it one day at a time. Sure, you can dream about the future. It doesn’t stop me one day hoping for a cure. Or having a remission of symptoms. I’d take either one.

I’ve read the spoon theory before and think it’s a great theory and a good start, but it doesn’t quite describe what living with Behcet’s is like. It was also meant to describe lupus. It got me thinking, how do you describe it to someone? Is it even possible? This is how my theory evolved.

Living with Behcet’s is like reaching into a grab bag every day and pulling out a handful of symptoms. But it’s not just a regular grab bag; it’s a magical grab bag. It’s a magical grab bag because some days you may only have a couple symptoms, and other days you have too many to count. Then the day comes when you pull out the magical piece of paper that has a new symptom on it.

The funny thing about this disease, and I’m being sarcastic, is even when you think you have a hold of the disease, your symptoms can change. They can change at any given day or time. Even if you pull out a magical piece of paper saying you will have three symptoms on a day, like fatigue, joint pain, and mouth ulcers, you could start to develop others as the day goes on. You may have pulled out a piece of paper from that grab bag that says “I’ve decided to give you pain like a semi-truck has hit you at noon” or “I’ve decided to give you a headache around 2 PM and a genital ulcer at 5 PM.” You never know when another symptom is going to pop up. This is why I call it the magical grab bag. The other thing about this grab bag: it isn’t coated with a magical fairy dust that makes your symptoms go away.

The worst part about this disease is you may start feeling good and having a day of minimal symptoms, which is very rare but not unheard of. I’ve learned to never take this for granted and go overboard with doing normal things - because at any given moment that feeling good will end and I’ll be knocked right back on my butt, but usually fifty times worse than I was feeling before. I like to call this the tornado effect. It’s the calm before the storm. It wreaks havoc on your body once it hits. Usually when it’s this bad, there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. No amount of pain medication or changing positions will help. This is the point where most of us cry. Sometimes the cries are from frustration from the medications not working, other times it’s from the pain itself, and other times it’s from knowing there’s nothing you can do but wait it out.


Even though you are reading this, you will never fully understand what living with Behcet’s is like. Something as simple as cleaning the toilet is a blessing most days. If I can do that, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Then there are the days if I can make it to the bathroom without crawling, that’s a blessing. Every day is just one magical bag of symptoms: you never know what you’re going to get for the day.

1 comment:

  1. Very good description of all of our lives! I wouldn't call it magical, although I know you're being sarcastic! :) It teaches us to live in the now that's for sure, because that's all we've really got, whether we have Behcets or not! It's taken me a long time to learn how to do that though! Feel better soon friend! :)

    ReplyDelete