When normal isn't normal

Lately I've been feeling strange especially when off my ventilator. I've had headaches, breathing difficulties and my heart rate has felt fast, registering 88 on my personal pulse oximeter the other day. I've felt rotten but after all the tests everything appears normal, ECHO scan normal, ECG normal, lung function normal and blood gasses normal. So what gives? Am I a psychosomatic malingerer, imagining these health issues with my brain causing observable symptoms? I hate the disconnect between how I feel and how tests say I am. I feel bizarrely like a fraud because have I been imagining it? I don't think so but I can't even be sure I can trust my own mind any more. I'm having more tests done and that has included a blood test. Only time will tell on that one.

This may sound strange but living with a life threatening disease makes me prepare for death every time I feel unwell. Have I done enough Spiritually? Have I sent the right messages to my friends? Have I done right by my family? Will dying hurt and how will my family cope after I'm gone? With Duchenne's you're constantly looking down the barrel, with a stalker following you everywhere. I'm tired of this merry-go-round of preparation and anticlimax as I keep living with this uncertainty. Life is precious don't misunderstand me, but prison weighs heavily on me. I long for true freedom from this bodily prison, I've done as much time as a bank robber yet I have not committed any crime. Don't get me wrong I am sinner who is often wrong just not in the instance of being born with DMD.

The expectation of positivity weighs incredibly heavily on many with these sorts of illnesses including myself. Anything other than guts and determination can often be met with criticism and a pull yourself together attitude. I have enormous hope for an awesome future after death, that keeps me going and how my parents brought me up also gives me positivity. But, I'm human and have the ability to experience negative feelings and sharing them isn't wrong. It doesn't make one a miserable give up merchant. We/I need to let them out, let tears flow and release all the tension that builds up within.






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Foreword

I’m Ian Griffiths from South Wales. This book is a story of my life so far up to the age of twenty five years. I live with and suffer from the ill effects of DMD which stands for Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. It is a severe muscle wasting disease and a life limiting terminal illness. It won’t kill you in six months in the traditional sense of ‘terminal’, but it’s far crueller than that, it steals every muscle in your body first and then kills you, anywhere up to the age of thirty. There have been cases of men living past that into their forties and fifties but only with drastic interventions such as ventilators and tracheotomies, more on this can be found by reading on.
I hope to cover a few things in this book, from a history of my childhood years to a more detailed history from sixteen years onwards and finally onto my current problems and triumphs. At times things I write may make you smile or may make you pause and think about the seriousness of life with this devastating disease. I really hope there will be a cure but currently for us supposedly ‘older’ guys with DMD (over twenty one), there seems very little hope. If I don’t see a cure in my lifetime, I hope my campaigning helps in some way bring it about for future generations, so another child won’t have to see their body wither and die before their time

Hoist hoorah

Finally I have my new hoist! We've had some teething problems with it, but we have a workaround and that has really improved the situation. It is so good to have that little bit of freedom back in my life. Having a bath was a great treat after weeks without even that basic thing! I had a similar feeling when my new lift was installed back in 2006, it was a mixture of relief and gratitude to those who helped me. There are always good feelings associated with DMD as well as the often negative you have just got to find them and cherish them. Like they say you can't appreciate the positive without experiencing the negative. Duchenne's certainly taught me that.

Extract
 ....The lift proper was yet to be installed and it consisted of a through floor plate which concealed the lift while it was downstairs and the open plan metal car. I was feeling quite excited that I was finally getting a brand new modern looking lift put in...

Read more about the positive triumphs in my life in my book DMD LIFE ART & ME!

EBOOK available here; https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/69702

Available on Amazon USA here; http://www.amazon.com/DMD-Life-Art-Ian-Griffiths/dp/1907652337/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1288120811&sr=8-1

Available on Amazon UK here; http://www.amazon.co.uk/DMD-LIFE-ART-AND-ME/dp/1907652337/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1288105302&sr=8-1

My new Ebook Poetic Diversions available to buy here; https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/206857

All links available in my website here; http://duchennemen.net16.net/Buy-my-books/

My art can be viewed here; www.artwanted.com/thebigG2005


Foreword

I’m Ian Griffiths from South Wales. This book is a story of my life so far up to the age of twenty five years. I live with and suffer from the ill effects of DMD which stands for Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. It is a severe muscle wasting disease and a life limiting terminal illness. It won’t kill you in six months in the traditional sense of ‘terminal’, but it’s far crueller than that, it steals every muscle in your body first and then kills you, anywhere up to the age of thirty. There have been cases of men living past that into their forties and fifties but only with drastic interventions such as ventilators and tracheotomies, more on this can be found by reading on.
I hope to cover a few things in this book, from a history of my childhood years to a more detailed history from sixteen years onwards and finally onto my current problems and triumphs. At times things I write may make you smile or may make you pause and think about the seriousness of life with this devastating disease. I really hope there will be a cure but currently for us supposedly ‘older’ guys with DMD (over twenty one), there seems very little hope. If I don’t see a cure in my lifetime, I hope my campaigning helps in some way bring it about for future generations, so another child won’t have to see their body wither and die before their time.