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May 10, 2012

The looking good, feeling bad paradox

Yesterday, my friend Michelle told me that she is back at work after finishing chemo/radiation. She looks like anybody else (actually, she looks way prettier) but doesn't feel like her old self. This is the paradox of illness, sadness or stress.

Sometimes you look like crap but you feel fine - this often prompts certain types of people to tell you that you "look tired". Which is a seriously annoying but manageable reality of being stressed from work or family*.
I look scary, but chemo is working!
Although I look cute, I've been diagnosed with cancer and tomorrow I'll talk about my cancer with 300 of my students so that they understand why I'm leaving.
The opposite side of the paradox is when you look fine but something is wrong inside of you. I often wonder what people are living through and wish I could understand all of their secret circumstances. What if, like Michelle, you look young and vibrant yet you can't do much physical labour without great fatigue? People will think that you are lazy, a sissy or unfit. However, you don't want to advertise your illness because this sense of "normalness" is what you wished for when you were sporting that hairless cat look months ago. Perhaps you are suffering from great sadness or you've lost an important person.

How can you let people know that you  need to be treated a little nicer than usual without bursting into tears? I haven't figured this out yet. This was obvious to me last week when I didn't want to ask for help out with my groceries at Community Grocery even though I can't lift them :). I kicked them out to my car until a girl my same age carried them the rest of the way. She was lovely and I felt a bit mortified/grateful.

What's the best way to ask for help? How can you intuitively tell is someone needs it?


*One strange truth I'll share is that I started developing wrinkles after working as a teacher for a few years. Now that I've been off for a year, my wrinkles are gone. I just thought that was weird that life can take wrinkles away if you change something... although I am in my 20's so I'm clueless about real wrinkles and feel free to tell me so.

6 comments:

Cail Jordan said...

No matter how much I hate it, asking for help is the best way of getting it. Yesterday, Kill thanked me for asking him for help. It reinforced my asking for more help in the future!

I sometimes feel like someone needs something but
I don't want to undermine their sovereignty. Now, I know to just offer and to ask people about their illness. They rarely mind.

Joute de Hockey said...

Hey Cailey,
Joute the Hockey here.
People love to help. Even if you have to ask sometimes people are proud that they have been asked.
Keep on trucking KID!!

Barb & Pat said...

Asking for help is really allowing someone else into your life at that particular moment.It is a gift you give the other person-a sign that you think them capable (even a stranger) of participating in your world in some way

Cail Jordan said...

What fabulous comments and asking does take courage. Bien dit Mme. Joute!

RKill said...

That's really good insight. It must take a ton of courage to ask other people for help, especially when you're asking for help from your peers. That would not be an easy thing to do.

Cail Jordan said...

I wheeled my groceries out last night (instead of kicking them) and even though everyone thought I was stealing, I knew that you'd be so proud!