11.11.2012

pain ain't no match for the sweetest of moments


This photo has little to do with the post EXCEPT maybe Arlo looks like a prairie dog?
Plus, he's the source of so many of my sweetest moments.



My life isn't so much peaks and valleys these days. It's more prairies and valleys. Since this pain shit-show started in June, I seem to cycle between total despair and well, a little less despair. 

When a loved one kindly offers, "I hope you have a good day", it feels like a monumental disconnect from my reality. Semantics are powerful, and in response to these well-intended wishes, a part of me wants to scream "But, howwwwwww do you expect me to have a good day or even a good hour when my vagina is always on fire?" (I subscribe to a community-forum blog called Chronic Babe, and the editor always signs her emails with "I hope you all are AWAP", meaning as well as possible. I love that.)




To be honest, the degree of constant discomfort has made it impossible for me to have a great day, let alone a good day, in four and a half months. No peaks here. The best I get are the prairie days, when I happen to cope a little better than the valley days. On prairie days, even when the pain is the exact same, for some unknown reason, I can look out above the dehydrated field of pain and catch glimpses of my strength and stamina still rustling in the wind, near the horizon. But over the last few days, I've dipped into another valley, where I'm weepy and hopeless.

But a few hours ago, I was reminded that, while I may not be able to claim a single good day since late June, I can claim good, even great moments. And I just had an especially sweet one, the kind that reminds me: PEOPLE ARE AMAZING. 

Here's the story:

You might have noticed that writing is one of my coping mechanisms, which makes me a prolific Facebook status updater. This is what I posted a few days ago:

"Twice a week I get IV treatment with an alternative compound for pain. So far it's not working. And today just having the needle in my arm hurts. And I'm a weepy mess. I seem to cope okay with this pain for a few days at a time and then I hit a wall. Anyway, an old man named Joe, with jeans, flannel shirt, suspenders, and a warm smile that melted my heart, came in and sat in the treatment chair next to me and saw me crying and said, as if my crying was the most natural thing in world "hard day, huh?" Exactly, Joe, a hard day. Thank god for the Joes in the world."

When I post these kinds of things, I'm not just sharing a story, I'm admitting and broadcasting a real-time craving for love. You can slander Facebook all you want, but when I post in need, the love often flows from unexpected corners. And each time I read a comment, it's one more drop of sweet moment to balance out a not-so-sweet day. Among the flurry of supportive comments on this particular Facebook post, was one from a very loose acquaintance named Joseph, who doesn't live in Boston anymore. Here's what he wrote:  "I will be in town tomorrow afternoon and can offer you a Joe hug."

I was so touched by this generous offer from someone I barely know, that when I read his comment from my IV treatment chair, for a moment I forgot about the stinging needle in my vein. But back in the non-virtual world, being the elusive, slippery, introverted gal that I can be, I didn't reply to his comment, until this morning: "Joseph, sorry I missed your offer of a drop-by hug, but the kind offer really made me smile."

A couple hours after posting my Facebook comment to Joe this morning, I was on the couch with my laptop, just about to research another fucking (insanely limiting) diet that occasionally helps women with vulvo-vaginal pain, when my doorbell rang. I live on the third floor, and truth be told, if I'm not expecting someone, I'm prone to ignoring the bell. But this time, something made me get my lazy ass downstairs, without spying over my balcony, like I often do, to see if it's someone worth the two-flight descent. (Now that my secret's out, if you really want me to answer my doorbell, ring more than once.)

I was totally surprised to open my door and see Joe! But I also knew immediately why he was standing there. So we hugged a big hug and I of course, started to cry because, well that's what I'm good at these days. But more, the tears came because I was just so overwhelmed by his kindness and follow-through. Joe and I never hung out socially. Before he moved, we were just neighborhood acquaintances who've gotten to know each other more by the things we post on Facebook. (Another thing I love about Facebook.) 

After we hug at my door, Joe says: "I wanted to respect your privacy, but then decided to fuck it and just stop by. I know we don't know each other well, but I just think you are so awesome, so I wanted to give you a hug." I cried some more and hugged him again. Joe was only in town for a couple days, but he made time to stop by my house to give me a hug? Seriously? Unreal. 

Thanks to Facebook (yet again), I thought to ask Joe about his newlywed status, his precious old dog, and his work. As we stood there chatting, I knew that we'd graduated from acquaintances to friends. Anyone who stops by my house just to give me hug, well, shit yeah, I'm gonna make that person my friend for keeps, yo. As I said, thank god for the Joes in the world.  

My pain might be robbing me of full-fledged good days right now, but it sure as hell can't rob me of heart-swelling moments. There, take that pain. (I'm not feeling all pain-embracing like I was last week when I wrote. Oh, what a not-so-good difference a week can make. Oops.)










7 comments:

  1. Arlo's adorable, Kyle :D
    Rick

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  2. Big hugs to you and Joe!

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  3. You are becoming one of my heroes. I hope to someday know you better than I do today.
    AWAP
    -Bonnie

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    1. Is that you Bonnie B? (If so, the hope is mutual. And if this isn't Bonnie B, I'm sure I'd like to get to know you better too :).

      Either way, this comment meant a lot to me.

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  4. Kyle Freestyle, I just read this one, too! You are just incredible. If only the world had more Kyles!

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