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Caregivers: Spotlit in the Shadows

Recently, one of HONY’s long (12-part) post blew up, allowing another miracle to be added to the community’s ever-growing testament to human generosity and compassion. The posts follow the journey of Cristy’s Kitchen, through Cristy’s life, roles and perspective. A mother to 5 girls, she started experimenting with food recipes only when her first daughter started showing autoimmune illness signs as a teenager. It’s been made clear from her story that she first started her recipes, which have since garnered significant attention from many people all over the world, only because she wanted to help her daughters with their illnesses. Her life and actions speak of love, grit, determination, hope and faith, and I think some of us, as patients of autoimmune diseases, can relate to having people like her in our own lives, carrying us in our darkest moments.

 Caregivers undoubtedly play an immense role in a patient’s life. It can be argued that for chronic conditions like IBD, personal relationships with family, friends and significant others can ultimately only last if the relations juggle their roles between being caregivers and their normal roles (father, mother, sibling, significant other, friend). The mix of the uncertain characteristics of chronic autoimmune conditions with the current overburdened healthcare systems across the globe, caregivers are the ultimate backbone that help people survive not only through the physical realities, but also through the psychological, emotional, and financial turmoil. Yet for all we say about invisible diseases, not much is said about this significant invisible labor. Caregivers not only help us, patients, but are the unacknowledged help to doctors and hospitals, when they help buy time for diagnosis, and take our rollercoaster up-and-down rides with us.

 

  Caregivers: A South Asian Context

Generally, in south Asian communities, mothers already shoulder the huge burden of bringing up children and caring for their wellbeing, oftentimes even at the cost of their own health. For young adults with IBD in India, the role of the mother as a prominent caregiver is heightened and intensified for two main reasons: (1) overburdened private and public healthcare systems, (2) lack of mental health normalization and support infrastructure. It is also important to acknowledge, however, that prominent caregivers can also be fathers, older siblings and other family members just as much as mothers. It is normalized to blame these caregivers, more often than not mothers, for any “defects” that a child may have, whether that is due to the child not adhering to the community’s rules, or because the child is unable to perform in a way that the community deems fit. IBD and autoimmune conditions from a south Asian lens is widely considered a fault, and one that cannot be tolerated to come out of nothing, leading to further the idea of blaming the mother for not doing enough and/or failing to stop the illness. However, as patients, we eventually come to accept and acknowledge the curious nature of autoimmune diseases (that they cannot be predicted, nor caused or solved), and we witness not only our grit during hopeless times, but also frequently, the origin of that: the love, grit and hope our caregivers show. To have that labor and foundational support go unwitnessed and unpaid by the world around us is one thing, but hearing negative comments that place blame and point fingers is another. 

In my personal circumstances, my mother was the first person I revealed my symptoms to, the only person to accompany me to every doctor’s appointment and lab appointment, and stayed awake with me on countless nights as I turmoiled through the pain and bathroom visits during my flare ups. She outstandingly also showed up when I took the decision to spend a year in rural India, with limited and chaotic bathroom, food and water provisions, riddled me through my bursts of insecurity, and stood as an unwavering pillar of physical and emotional support when I was hospitalized. I can say for certain that I only survived ulcerative colitis and my year in rural India because of her. In my sibling’s case, my father went above and beyond being his main caregiver, and at times, mine too. And yet, while I try to distance myself repeatedly from the guilt of having an illness that has no clear cause, I also deal with people blaming my parents, trying their hardest to find a recipient for the blame. It is heartbreaking.

 These comments not only arise from common people, but can also show up in the tone and words from well-educated and trustworthy people, like doctors. While it may seem that the above actions are on the list of expected actions that a mother/caregiver has to carry out, it is important to highlight that it is absolutely not necessary and still constitutes labor and time that could be used elsewhere in return for payment. Additionally, from a productive economy/labor perspective, IBD patients are almost only “productive” to the economy due to the invisible support of their caregivers. This is yet another reason that begs policymakers over the globe to consider the unique circumstances of patients of chronic autoimmune diseases and recognize the unbeatable power of caregivers in their fight.

Love Yourself and Love Others: How I Started Recognizing the Support Within and Around Me

By Erin Ard

In honor of the month of #Love, I decided to write about one of the most important forms. #SelfLove!

Embrace every part of you. Your quirkiness, your sense of humor, your shyness, your health (and that sometimes, you CAN take a good picture).

Embrace every part of you. Your quirkiness, your sense of humor, your shyness, your health (and that sometimes, you CAN take a good picture).


You've probably heard the phrase "You can't love anyone else until you love yourself." It's said, with good intent, to almost everyone who is trying to find self-worth in another person's eyes. I am no expert on love, so I can't say this is always true. However, I do know that dealing with chronic disease, especially throughout your teen years, can wreck your self-esteem and ability to love yourself. *Ahem* speaking from experience.

I want to share how I learned to accept the terms of my new life, let go of internalized negativity, and love myself as I am. It took me years to recover emotionally from all the changes I faced because I never fully accepted that I had a #ChronicDisease.

I started to take strides in college when I began thinking mindfully about my experiences, emotions, and actions in every situation I faced. Introspection was my first step towards acceptance and being #mindful was my strategy.

I used mindful meditation to reflect on everything in my past and present. I became aware of my thoughts, emotions, surroundings, and accepted them without judgement. It helped relieve my stress as a busy student and appreciate everything around me while living moment to moment. Before mindfulness, I would often dwell on my flaws and insecurities, to the point that I had lost sight of my worth. Now, whenever my mind wanders or spirals, I accept my thoughts, bring light to them, and move on. The simple act of being mindful restored my self-confidence and helped me find my identity outside of my chronic health issues.

A little surprise from my sweet, forever valentine.

A little surprise from my sweet, forever valentine.

As I sit, writing in my old bedroom from high school, I'm starting to reflect on all the love I had even at my lowest. I now recognize the love I lacked for myself and the support that surrounded me from family and friends. My closest friends and family understood me and how the disease affected me. Because of them, I was able to overcome many trying events.

This month, my #mantra has been to love yourself and love others. I've learned that you're never really alone, even when you think you are. There is always someone thinking about you, worrying about you, or just wondering how you are. You will be surprised by the influence you can have on others. As a cute example, take a look at what my little brother made for Valentine's Day!


Remember to appreciate your own strength and the people who continue to support you.

 

 

If you want to learn more about the influence of mindful practice, check out this article on the stages of grief in chronic disease.

With love,

Erin

In the Name of Love: The Importance of Having a Support System

By Erin Dunne

Stomach cramps, constipation, diarrhea, fatigue, low FODMAP diet, gluten-free diet, dairy-free diet, little fat, no sugar, no caffeine, MRIs, CT scans, GI exams, Prednisone, Remicade… the list goes on and on. If you have #IBD, the chances of you encountering at least one of these things at some point in your life is very high. Some individuals have what can be seen as "easier" cases; they are put on a single treatment plan that keeps their symptoms at bay and may even lead to clinical remission. There are others that may jump from treatment plan to treatment plan without seeming to find one that ultimately works for them. Each journey of somebody with IBD is unique, and while we can empathize with others and find comfort in similarities we may share, it is easy to feel alone in this adventure. Despite frustrations we may feel at any given point, it is essential to establish strong relationships to lean into and lift us — relationships with friends, family, professors, and ourselves.

Through love, even the impossible seems practical, and with a disease that is so unpredictable, this rationale is comforting.

I have had Crohn's Disease for thirteen years now, and I can honestly say that through the years, most of my strength has been obtained through my relationships with others. For many years, I was one of the fortunate individuals that often did not feel as though I had an illness. I took two pills a day, was not restricted to a specific way of eating, and experienced few symptoms. Compared to my friends around me, the only difference between us was that I had to take medicine at certain times of the day and had monthly doctors' appointments. Despite these minor differences, I still felt isolated from others my age. In my world, I was the only person I knew with IBD and had no idea of the various severities of the same condition. It wasn't until I attended Camp Oasis- Michigan that my eyes were finally opened, and I no longer felt alone in this journey.

My third summer at Camp Oasis. Can you spot me and CCYAN Admin, Sneha?

My third summer at Camp Oasis. Can you spot me and CCYAN Admin, Sneha?

Throughout my time at camp, I met so many people with different stories, and I was fascinated by every one of them. Not only was it wonderful to be able to relate with others my age but also to idolize the older campers and counselors for how strong they were. I returned to camp for four summers and connected with so many lovely individuals throughout the years that have helped shape my life; some of which I still am in contact with!

I highly recommend trying to include people that have experienced IBD into your support system because not only do you gain more love in your life, but also people that get what you're going through! If you're anything like me and don't have family members or friends that are familiar with the disease, it can be hard to share stories, concerns, even successes without feeling like they're not entirely understood. (Sorry mom for the various bowel movement updates, but thanks for listening!) Getting in contact with others can be very easy! Communities like CCYAN, CCFA, Camp Oasis, and any groups through universities, hospitals are all great places to start. While each story is different, we are far more alike than you would think.

 

 

Although I mentioned earlier that I had considered myself lucky to have an easier time with Crohn's, the past two years have been anything but that. With being on the same medication for most of my life, it stopped being effective and could no longer support the inflammation in my system. I have been dealing with a reoccurring flare since and have gone through various forms of treatment to try to tame my symptoms. At first, I had become more aware of food intolerances, often experiencing diarrhea, severe bloating, and severe stomach cramps. Through trial and error, I have found a diet based on whole foods (vegetables, fruit, fish, poultry, nuts) makes me feel my best but I am still finding things that do not agree with my body (rip mangoes… you will be missed). I am currently taking Humira but am exploring other medication options. Even with all of the changes I have implemented to ease my symptoms, I know I can experience much better and strive to heal my body as much as possible.

 

 

I would be lying if I said I was always hopeful during this process of finding a treatment that my body reacts best to. There have been times I have broken down due to being so frustrated with not seeing or feeling any improvement; sometimes I can feel as though I am my childhood self upon the first diagnosis, scared and alone. At my lowest times, it can be easiest to isolate myself and wallow in my self-pity, but luckily, I have learned that my support group of friends and family, although they can't relate on a personal level, are always there to listen and help to the best of their ability. Being away from home for school, I am not able to lean on my family as much as I would have in the past. Although I have always been independent, it is comforting to know that I have loved ones around that are there for me through my struggles and my successes (never underestimate the power of a hug). I have been blessed to find another form of a family at Spring Arbor through wonderful friends that I love with all of my heart. Even though we have not known each other long, it is as though I have known them a lifetime. They go through my problems alongside me, help me come up with solutions, and act as my parents when I am sick and unable to leave my dorm room.

A few weeks ago, I was experiencing terrible symptoms; I was trapped in my bathroom the majority of the weekend and did not have much of an appetite. My friends knew I was not able to walk to the Dining Commons, so they took it upon themselves to bring me bananas and easy to digest, bland foods. Another day, I had expressed frustration with not having a doctor at the moment and feeling as though my current treatment plan was not working. My friend spent her afternoon going through scholarly articles and websites to find information on healing diets, fixing nutrient imbalances, and alternative healing techniques. Other times, when we are eating out or visiting someones home, they make sure I have something I will be able to eat. To say I feel loved and fulfilled is an understatement! I cannot stress enough the importance of having a support system in your life.

 

 

Whether you're currently dealing with IBD, mental illness, body image, etc, being able to express love for others as well as receive love from them is beneficial for your brain and your well-being! It does not matter what the size of your support system is or who is in it, as long as these individuals support and love you and are positive additions to your life. I hope while reading this you have thought of a few people that are currently in your life that help you each day, even in the littlest way. I encourage you to reach out to them and let them know how much they are appreciated! If you have interest in growing your circle or want to start one, as I have previously mentioned, there are plenty of ways to get involved and meet people from your area, different states, and even around the world. The ladies at CCYAN would love to hear your stories, connect with you and help in any way possible. Feel free to contact me with any questions, or if you simply want to talk!

Stay Lovely,

Erin