Over a year ago, life as I knew it came to an abrupt halt; forcing me to change my life in ways that would forever transform who I am, and who I am to others, which leads to a day in the life of me... "Oates!"
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Where's my motivation
I don't know if this is apart of my condition or not, but sometimes there's no motivation. I see things that I want to do, or even need to. I think about it, but rather lay down, and rest. I feel that mentally this thing can effect me as well, so I try to stay happy and upbeat about things. I try to read about Acromegaly as much as I can, but there's not not a lot of info, and sometime gets a little frustrating. Everything seems to tell you the negative, all the stuff that happens to you as a result of having it. And I'm not really sure what I'm looking for when reading everything. I know, I would like to know if there things I could do on my own to prevent certain complications from happening. Or even a what age or stage can I expect to see certain complications take place. The info, makes it seem like, this is what happens, and that it. It can be that simple, nothing is.
Let's discuss the idea of "Perspective," many of us use the term perspective in the context of, "one's point of view, the choice of context for opinions, beliefs, and experiences." And I believe to see another person's perspective on things, you must learn to separate from one's self at least for a moment. Just long enough to Look outside of yourself and abandon your own understanding and thoughts on a particular subject or event, and try to understand all the dynamics that influences another persons perspective. Hopefully, that made since. Now, my perspective on my life has been one of hard lessons. But, I learned a lot. You see, growning up tall and big, that in itself brought on a level of understanding and responsibility. Then there's growing up poor, which brought another level of dealing with the things in life that made no sense, like why I have to do without and someone else has plenty and does not appreciate it. Or, things that don't seem to be fair, like working extremely hard, and staying stagnant and the guy who hardly works gets the promotion. Sometimes, questioning the very idea of integrity. Then there's my condition, I've felt so bad for so long, that it felt normal to me. Can you imagine having a perpetual headache, always feeling tired and run down, weight fluctuating, your concentration level almost non existing, and I learned to cope and function inspite of that . Now, as I am constantly required to look outside myself, and realize that it not all about me. I had to learn that it will be a rare thing for someone to do that for me. So, in turn I knew that my survival in this world was one where I had to require less. Which left me feeling lonely and misunderstood. I guess that a condition like Acromegaly was fitting. The support group that I turn to for answer call it a disease of loneliness, or being alone, an orphans disease. Which make since, since all my so-called friends don't check up on me anymore and I spend more and more time by myself. There has been some days where I've sat alone for hours, in a room, with no tv or radio on. In complete silence, and not have said a word. Just reflecting on my life and how things have change, and how to change thing for the better. Can you imagine, no human contact, no one to talk to, just you by yourself. And as I learn more and more about this condition, like that my life span might be decreased by 10-15 years, and the uncertainty of what that actually means. I have little to no one to share that with. I'm currently 33 years old, what if I was on to live to 60, but with Acromegaly, that has been cut to 45 years old. I have no one to really talk about that with. And that doesn't give me much time to deal with everything thats going to happen in between here and then. But, where are my so called friends. The one's who claimed that we are family, the one's who have their children calling me uncle Oates. I could die tomorrow and they wouldnt know. And then I think about how they would act, once I was dead. would they pretend like thy knew me, or knew what I wanted. Cause they don't! Would anyone outside of my girlfriend and her family, my mother, sister and her two children care. Would they show respect to the people that really knew, and who were really here for me? I wonder, I hope they would. You see, my perspective is that I really have no close friends, except my girfriend Martinique Patryce Revels-Williams.
Wow, things change....
Friday, September 23, 2011
My inspiration for today
<p>So, I'm waiting for the bus and there are two men having a conversation in Spanish. I think nothing of it, my concern is the heat, the bugs, and the hope that the bus will soon come. One of the gentlemen hard the other some change, and he quickly scampers off and leaves the others sitting there.
After a brief moment of silence, he turns to me and states, " he has a hangover," followed by a small chuckle. He then explains, that he doesn't miss those days, with a look of relieve. When I looked at him, I seen a lot of peace in the man. Then he tells me how he too had a drinking problem. The man explains to me how it all began... It was so easy, it could happen to any of us. He said that he was off on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Pay day was Thursday, and right next door to his home was the liquor store. He began with a six pack of beer, when he was done with that he went back for a twelve pack. He drank all weekend, and slowly began to need it. He would progress, he began buying enough two have the next morning for his hangovers, he would drink a few and start to feel better. The problem with that, is that once he felt better, he would continue to drink and start the cycle all over again.
The man, calmly pulled out of he pocket a scratch ticket and a quarter, and with a slight smirk, he started to gentle scratch his ticket and explain how his drinking effected the rest of his life. He talked about how he would be drunk all the time, and couldn't function properly. He would go on tyrants, yelling,cussing, and lord know what to his wife. His whole life aS based off of his next drink.
Until one day, he woke up with his usual hangover. He began to think about things and said to himself that he was tired. He was tired of the same old rut, he couldn't do it anymore. And from that moment he just stop drinking. He no desire to, and his life is much better know.
That just tells me that no matter how hard things get, it can always get better. It is all about what you want, when you really break it down. And when you decide to change or go for something better, don't look back in sorrow and regret. But, look back to know how for you came and what you were able to over come. Wow!
Peace!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
isn't it ironic
But, I realize that there's more that I could be doing, and I've relaxed of my heath regiment. I don't want to loose site of my fitness and health goals, and that's something that makes me feel good about myself. That seems to be an issue I find with a lot of people including myself. When we do feel good we hide inside our homes and feel sorry for ourselves. But, what we really need is to find our "happy place," what really makes us happy! Leave the self destructive behavior alone. Go for a walk, ride a bike, go dancing, write a love poem. Find an outlet, rediscover an old hobby, or even a new one.
peace
Monday, September 19, 2011
Thank you
I got such a positive response, and found that I'm not alone. There is people who can related to me and so I surely can relate to someone else. To me that was conformation, that this is the right thing to do. That was my conformation, so stay tune for more blogging to come and thank you all again.
thank you all, God bless and good night
can I share with you something?
I thought of this, because, i always became the blind man in a sense. I surely went a form of depression when my dream of playing basketball wasnt a realllity, and began drinking and smoking and not caring about myself. I, later tried to correct these behaaviors, but as you know some habit die hard and real hard. so smoking cigars and sometime weed was the hardiest thing to shake. I finally, shook the week but still had a problem with the cigars. And I was smoking black 'n' mild's like they were cigarettes. It was a really bad habit, i could remenber saying to myself that I wasn't goign to smoke today, and before I knew it I went to the store and was half way through one cigar before I realized that I was smoking.
I began to not enjoy life, caus eeverything was based around me smoking. But, it's funny how things work. I wrote down some goal for myself and the first was to stop smoking, and immediately afer that, I hurt my back at work. So, when went to the doctor I had really high blood pressure, I got really sick. I began to have heart problems, I had to were a heart monitor. My doctor wanted to know why I was having these issues, and all my test were negative, my heart was fine, my kidney's were fine, and my liver was fine. Then he found that my body was producing an excessive amount of grown hermone. So he order x-rays, cat scans, and mri's. And there it was the tumor.
So, the got a great team of doctors together, created a plan. Now, it turned out that I was living with lot for years, that made me misserable, and I didnt know that I was misserable. So, I need two surgeries, one two fix my nose and clean out an infection that also was threatening my survival, and the other two remove this tumor. They performed the first surgery and it was a success. But, one night, while awaiting for the day of my secound surger, I woke up in the middle of the night, with a mouth full, choking on my own blood. I was bleen and my girlfriend, who was there through everything and did not leave my side. rushed me to the emergency room where I bled for 3 hour as the worked to stop it. the doctors, nurses, and tech all hovered around me shoving things in my nose. I thought that I was going to bleed to death, and I was misserable in a lot of pain, and wanted to go to sleep.
I was taken in to the operating room for emergency surgery to stop the bleeding. and then a week later I had the tumor removal surgery. Later, I determined that I needed to make some lifestyle changes, and my motivation was living. I could go back to smoking blunts, and drinking all kinds of alcohol and die. Or, I could take care of myself and live. So, in doing so I rediscovered the world. I could hear he birds singing again, smell the fresh air, and see all the beautiful shades of green that the trees are. I can be the more cause I'm no longer hiding my talents.
Peace
Sunday, September 18, 2011
something i thought about today
I use to make up stories of fancy to entertain the curiosity of others, tell them I'm from another planet, the planet Luvtron! And because of turmoil on my planet, my mother put me into a capsol and sent me to earth. There I landed in the back yard of who is now my mother, who took me in and raise me as her own. That was my favorite story. And then there was the things that went with being a big kid, like, other kids parents not wanting me to play with there children for fear that I might hurt them. Then, if a group of kids and I got in trouble, I would get in more trouble than the rest. And the adult doing the scalding would utter the phrase,"your too big and should know better!" I learn humility at a early age, cause I was always reminded that, "just cause your big, don't mean anything." And was groomed to protect everyone around me, cause if someone got in trouble it was my fault, and if someone go hurt it was also my fault... All because of my size. Playing with other kids I was always "it" first cause I was the biggest, and when being served food and treats I was last because I was the biggest. So, I also learned patients.
Then when I began to play sports, my size became a blessing. Everyone one wanted me on their team. I knew I would get picked first, so I didn't try to stand out, like the rest of the kids. I was able to travel the country, and got an education form it. Made a lot of friends and connections. Later in life, it was found that I have Acromegaly, and that the reason for my stature which brought me all these things and made me into the person I am. But, also made me sick! And began to effect my body, lifestyle, and how I live my life in different ways. And now because I know what this condition has done to me, I cant help think about that when I hear those same questions. Like when people ask me"how did you get so big?" I say," I don't know, I'm lucky I guess," but in the back of my mind I'm thinking that I had a tumor in my head that caused my body to grow, and that how I got so big. Or, "your a giant!" well, technically I am a pituitary giant. But, can't say that either. I have to humble them along with myself
I admire my size, and think that it's a blessing from God, this condition is rare, so rare, that only 6 in 100,00 people have it. Or something like that. So, I feel that that makes me rare and special. I refuse to call it a disease, as the doctor do and I'm going to refer to it as a gift. A gift that will take sometime to adjust too, and figure out how to live with and remember the good it has brought me, and the things that have yet to come.
Peace
Saturday, September 17, 2011
the roughiest day so far
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
I think about my life and where I came from, and where I'm am now. And I find it amazing the things that I were a costume to and the things I now have to become a costume to. My doctor just prescribed and new medication for me, called somatostatin. it's now part of my morning routine to wake up every morning and inject myself with a needle to give myself medication. and this is just a trial, he may have to adjust it, i could possibly have to do that every 8 hours. I can't help think im a punk, cause of people out there with diseases like aides and cancer who may have to do worst, or more. And at the same time, i wonder if i haven't came to grips with my own disease and its actually worst that I'm giving it credit. I mean, this is for the rest of my life, and its not debilitating yet, but can be, and could possibly cut my life short by 10-15 years. I'm not sure, but, I think it can affect the my ability to have kids and if I have children, I could pass it on to them.
I have a lot to think about, and a lot of adjusting to. I don't really have anyone to talk to about this, and don't know anyone going through the same thing that could even relate to me. its like I'm alone, and lonely sometimes. i try to find positives in this disease, things that my make it easier to cope with. I mean, its a rare disease, so that make me rare. i don't know.....
Friday, September 2, 2011
1st entry
so, on November 1st, i had brain surgery to have the tumor removed. and i thought everything thing was great. I thought. you see this new information about my health, i had to make some changes within my self. and in doing so, i lost a lot of friends, and life began kind of lonely for me. there was no one around with whom i can share things with and have them relate to it. many people try, and applaud them for it, but for the most part its better to just to keep thing to myself. A couple of changes where with my health. I used to smoke cigars on a regular basis, and found that i could no longer enjoy a fine cigar, not if I want to live. i had to change eating habits, and start going to the gym. the sad thing about that, I lost friends over that. I guess that, since i no longer wanted to participate in self destructive activities then i was no longer fun to around. And with this discovery thing hat i already knew became more apparent and a little frustrating. i was online looking for people just like me, people whom i could relate to, and i found one support group and they shard a lot of good info, but none of them looked like me, and they also had an online store, and non of their clothing fit me except a t-shirt. that really hurt my feelings.
Now, i just met with one of my doctors and he told me that this disease is coming back, now i read up on Acromegaly or giganticism everyday, and kind of figured it would. but, to actually have someone tell you that you have this rare disease to your face is another thing all in its self. this disease is so rare that theres not even a clear cut procedure in treating it, theres a lack of info on the subject, i just know that whoever has it has it for life.