It’s that time again! Let’s talk more about you, shall we?
Here are this week’s 7 questions and don’t forget you have the opportunity to ask me anything!
1- Do you prefer to wear heels or flats?
2- Did you play any sports in high school?
3- Favorite NFL team?
4- What was your favorite Halloween costume from your childhood?
5- Did you take a vacation this summer?
6- Do you fall asleep with the TV on or off?
7- Favorite type of dessert?
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We are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,d neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. ~ Romans 8:37-39
When I became a mom last year, I remember everyone telling me that I would no longer be just “Jamee” but instead I would be “Abby’s mom.” I always laughed about it until one day I got a phone call from my mom. She asked, “How’s my baby?” Of course, I responded, “A little sleep deprived but I’m doing ok.” She then said, “I wasn’t asking about you – I was asking about Abby!”
Reality hit. What people said was true! I’m no longer Jamee instead I’m either Mommy or Abby’s Mom. I have several favorite “mommy blogs” that I read that have posted awesome blogs about this loss of identity that comes with motherhood. Two of my favorites are written by Katie and Blair. What I love about these posts is that they talk about the side of motherhood that isn’t often shared. I think every mom could go on for hours and gush about the joys and blessings of motherhood but often we struggle silently with the challenges that accompany the blessings.
But over the last couple week’s I’ve been thinking – does the same thing not happen with chronic illness? As we shuffle between doctors’ appointment we often become the “fibro patient” or “endo patient” or maybe even “the patient that has so many things going on that we have absolutely no idea what to do so we’ll just avoid her as long as possible.” I can’t help but think of the scene in Patch Adams where the students are taking a tour of the hospital and the instructor is telling the students about the patient with diabetes and all of her complications and Patch raises his hand to ask the instructor what her name is. The doctor looks puzzled but replies “Margery” so Patch says hello to her by name.
How often do we long to be referred to by name? How many times do we let our identities somehow become our illness? I love the quote “labels are for jars, not people” but how often do we do it to ourselves? We exist beyond our diagnosis. The last couple weeks because of my flare, I have hardly looked beyond my pain. I have retreated in many ways and become a shell of the woman I long to be. As I was sitting in bed wrestling with these thoughts, I began to think about how my illness had affected my identity in three ways – as a woman, a wife, and a mother. How can I move beyond allowing my diagnosis to dictate who I am and who I become? Maybe you have found yourself asking the same questions. Over the next couple weeks, I will be posting a series attempting to answer some of these questions. My husband has even agreed to do a guest post!
Hopefully you will stick around for the series and hopefully we will find healing and encouragement together along the way!