Healing through the Psalms 1

Psalm 1

Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked

Or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers,

But his delight is in the law of the Lord,

And on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

Which yields its fruit in due season and whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he does prospers.

Not so the wicked.

They are like chaff that the wind blows away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,

Nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

For the Lord watches over the righteous,

But the way of the wicked shall perish. (NIV)

When the psalmist refers to the wicked as chaff blown away in the wind, we judge ourselves as wicked. Illness has blown away our identity, hopes, and dreams and, in fact, our very selves. Surely we brought about our condition because we were not good enough, we made poor choices or we failed to do the good we should. Guilt and blame add insult to injury for the person who has chronic illness. We long to be like the tree planted by streams of water. We want to bear fruit, to be productive. Instead, we wither.


People who are healthy need to reassure themselves that they are the righteous ones and are therefore safe from our plight. They are more afraid than judging. Yet, we feel judged and we judge ourselves. We want to know why and find an easy answer in judgment.


God does not send illness to people. Illness happens. All creation is striving for perfection, but has not yet arrived. No one is perfect. No one is truly righteous. We all fall short every single day. Think about it. If God makes bad people sick, how then, are brutal and murderous dictators living healthy lives?

You are not bad. God is not punishing you. In the desert void created by your illness, God will indeed bring streams of living water. The only thing in the way is the dam that you build out of blame and guilt. Let go of the judgment. Let go of the blame. Let the river flow. You still have much fruit to bear.

World Lupus Day May 10

A post today read, "Celebrate World Lupus Day by raising awareness." Celebrate? Really?  Raise awareness? I can do that. I can celebrate my chemically induced remission. I can celebrate the great minds that developed medications that allow me to keep my kidneys. But I won't celebrate lupus.

My observance of World Lupus Day is renewed determination: determination to find the cause and cure by supporting research, determination to be a voice for lupus patients through advocacy, and determination to help people with lupus live their best life.

But the best celebration by far would be a world in which there was no need for a World Lupus Day.

Please join me in supporting the Lupus Florida Lupus Walk http://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=1014606&lis=1&kntae1014606=661E91D667774137894D7264D3F29E8A&supId=353733180

Why?

Why me? Why not me? When we are sick, we ask why. When we are healthy we do not ask. We ask because we are trying to grasp the incomprehensible. We have to make sense of the suffering. Somebody or something is to blame. We have to know. If we knew, maybe we could do something about it. If we knew, this would all make sense. But we don’t know and it doesn’t make sense. I can use my energy to ask why or I can choose another reaction. I have that choice. I choose to manage my disease today.

I Never Told You

You came to help me. But I never told you what I needed. I just sat there feeling miserable. I felt sad for your helplessness, too. As you busied yourself tidying things up, cleaning and rearranging my kitchen because that was all you could think to do, I sat silently. What I really needed, what I really yearned for was to put my head in your lap and have you gently stroke my forehead the way my mother used to do. I never told you what I needed. I never got it. You never got the gift of giving it.

I Know Someone

She sat next to me in the waiting room at the doctor’s office. It was my first visit since I was diagnosed in the hospital. I was still numb with shock. She said, “I had a friend who had your disease. Her organs shut down one by one. It was such a horrible death. “ I changed the subject. She recounted more grizzly details. I said nothing. I pictured myself stuffing a sock in her mouth.

Why do people say such things? Why didn’t I ask her to stop immediately? How can I handle this differently the next time?

Giving Up (studies in learned helplessness)

I am rereading Ellen J. Langer's wonderful book, Counterclockwise: Mindful Health and the P0wer of Possibility. In one chapter, she writes about studies in learned helplessness.

Researchers took dogs and put them in harnesses. The control group was simply harnessed and later released. The other two groups were harnessed and subjected to electric shocks. One of those groups could stop the shocks by stepping on a lever, the other group had no control. After the experiment, the group that had control recovered quickly, while the other group exhibited symptoms similar to chronic clinical depression.

Those same groups of dogs were put into a shuttle box apparatus where they could escape the shocks if they jumped over a small partition. For the most part, the last group of dogs who had previously "learned" that they had no control over their fate, just lay down and passively whined. They didn't even try to escape the shocks.

Another study involved rats. Rats were restrained until they gave up struggling and went limp. Those rats and a control group that had not been restrained were put in ice water. The restrained rats didn't even try to swim. The rats that had not been restrained, swam for hours.

I felt that way in October of 2003. I had learned helplessness. It was actually a spark of anger at a psychiatrist that drove me to the library to learn how to live well with chronic illness. (Truth be told, it was less of a spark and more of an explosion!)

Langer goes on to write, "Why try to help ourselves if we have a disease that's uncontrollable? There wouldn't be much point. Remember, virtually every disease medicine has conqured was at one time thought to be uncontrollable, and again, it took someone to think it indeterminate to find out how to conquer it."

A Lesson from the Crud

I got the crud. I thought I wouldn't get sick, but I did. With the lupus well controlled and lots of good self-management tools in my tool box, I have managed to stay very healthy over all. But Monday night, that familiar clammy feeling and irritation in my throat heralded the arrival of the crud. (People don't seem to use the word crud much anymore. I think we should bring it back!)

I got antibiotics early Wednesday morning and soldiered on through stations of the cross, played a funeral for the matriarch of the Irish Travellers that winter at our parish and made an hour and a half lupus presentation to the Osceola County school nurses-a 200 mile round trip. A tanker truck of hot tea and broth, swigs of Dayquil from the bottle, and a good friend who offered to do the driving got me through.

But did I have the good sense to rest on Wednesday night? No! I was bound and determined to go out to the evening concert of Tampa Taiko. And I did. I rested a lot on Thursday and only had Mass in the evening. Despite the wonders of Nyquil, I woke myself up hacking in the wee hours of the morning.

This morning, I felt the need to reflect on my behavior. The first thing that came to mind is that soldiering on like I did on Wednesday is my own sneaky form of denial. Denial, by its very nature, does not like to be examined in the light. This is a denial that got fat after decades of my feeling miserable with no respite in sight.

But denial is not the only thing that comes into play here. I learned early on in my journey with lupus, that taking a couple of days off really didn't make a difference. I learned that I could be sick at home or be sick at work. Either way, I stayed sick. A common cold with lupus could last for 3 months! I am 60. Old patterns die hard.

Since I have gone into remission, I have had to learn new ways of deealing with the common ailments that afflict everyone from time to time. I have learned that doing nothing for a couple of days, napping a lot, and plenty of warm fluids can often stop a cold in its tracks. I forgot that lesson this week. I am remembering to follow that lesson today.