Tuesday, March 19, 2019

SUNSHINE 🌞







Today feels like summer in Chilliwack BC!!! Last week it was unusually snowy, this week is unusually summery.  Nothing like sunshine to brighten the day and brighten people's spirits! It is so evident! As I watch my neighborhood buzzing and the river trail bustling I am compelled to think : "this is the kinda influence I want to have on other people's lives!! I want to be the sunshine that gets others moving and smiling!!!"

Who's with me?!



"You're here to be light bringing out the God-colors in the world. " Matt 5 (MSG)

(So grateful to live in this beautiful city!)

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Joy Is



Here in the Fraser Valley, BC it is extremely late for a snowfall in March.  It is unusual and yet beautifully delightful for the poet in me. The flakes are huge, gorgeous and romantic. (My 3 year old daughter just called it “dancing snow”! I love it!)  I have been working on poetry more often, keeping it mostly private for now, hoping to work on a compilation shortly.  But today I will share the poem that came when I was walking home from dropping my daughter off at school.  A few months ago I wrote in my journal: “Cheryl, rediscover the poet in you, even if you think she is weird.”

I chuckle at myself.   But in embracing the poet in myself (for those of you who know Enneagram personality stuff, the “4” in me)  I will share the poem I wrote today. My hope is that it will bring you an increased measure of Joy in your day.  The “scientist” within me has provided a commentary below. Wink wink.

XOXO,
Cheryl


Joy Is
Joy is the delight of moisture on my brow that makes my heart thrill.
It is the snowy rain that whets my soul
It is the sweat upon my forehead
Reminding me I am still alive
SO ALIVE!

Joy is the mystery that finds me satisfied
In snow
In rain
In desert storms.

Joy is the fuel that propels me forward gliding through my days
Though the forces of friction in my life
Are strong
Warring against me
With so much might.

Joy is the salve my wounded heart needs.
It is the beauty in the world that can ALWAYS be found
When eyes are open and prepared.

Joy is the goodness in this LIFE
available every day
In all these moments
That try to pass us by in hurried fashion.
Joy is the gift for those who slow their pace.

Joy is the little humans inhabiting my home, my heart, my entire world
With so much energy and innocence,
wonder and belief.

Oh thank you God!
That joy is mine.


Commentary:

The idea that joy can be found despite life’s circumstances is wild and uncommon; but, so very life giving!  Who wouldn’t want joy everyday?! Doesn’t the idea that joy can be found in all of life’s circumstances, make the slog of life more bearable? My personal mandate is to find HOPE in “hopeless” situations and to help others do the same.  A huge piece of finding hope in dismal days is opening your heart to beauty, to love, to courage, to vulnerability, to spirituality, to faith. 

I love Brene Brown.  She teaches that courage requires vulnerability.  Furthermore, she says, “faith is the vulnerability that flows between the shores of certainty.”  She also says “spirituality is inherently vulnerable.”
I love these words.  They resonate deeply with me.  Spirituality and faith are so important, especially in times where joy and hope feel scarce.

I have personally found the ability to find joy and hope in crappy times of life through the power of Jesus Christ (spirituality, faith and therefore inherent vulnerability).  I need something much bigger than myself when everything is falling apart or when nothing seems to make sense or when I reach a dead-end in life *.  Jesus and his life-giving power is my “something bigger than myself”.   I’ve shared in the past how before my twins were born I posted this verse on my wall:

Psalm 118:24 “This is the day that the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

I knew being a twin mom was going to be difficult (understatement!!!!) so valiantly I was going to find my joy in the Lord during those days.  Insert belly laugh for my blind ambition and naivety.  Ironically (but Jesus is full of irony and upside down wisdom), I did not grasp the true essence of this verse until brain cancer entered my head and my world and my life was unraveling in front of me.  It was then that I began to see, though I don’t control and choose what life throws at me, you can be sure I DO control and choose my response and attitude to it.    

How do I rejoice and be glad about each day?  I choose to find Joy every day.  For me and my personal faith that means that I choose to believe that I am empowered by the Holy Spirit living inside me who enables me to see joy in these little moments (which in culmination are HUGE moments).

Brene brown further says (Oh my perfectionist and performance driven, -ennaegram #3- self needed to hear this one!): “in the ordinary moments of our lives is where we can find the most joy.”

The most joy is found in ordinary moments when we have eyes, hearts, spirits open to see, feel, experience.

This is good news people!  Joy is attainable for all of us, everyday!  Wow!  Let’s spread this good news!  It is absolutely LIFE CHANGING!!!!!

Choose joy.  Share joy.  Create Joy. Find Joy. Proclaim Joy. Spread Joy! Let’s make our world a more joyous place!!!


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*(and indeed even when life seems to be traipsing along just nicely)






Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Update and vacation pics






It feels like its been a long time since I’ve just been here writing an “update”.  I miss this place.  I love to write.  It’s my happy space where I can process, share, hopefully encourage, and also hopefully flex my vulnerability muscles.  Why haven’t I been here doing this lately?  I’m not entirely sure.  What I do know is that I’ve been pressing into reading, learning, personal and spiritual growth a lot.  The backstory for my future posts is that I have been reading personality stuff (Ennaegram particularly), I’ve been reading and listening to Brene Brown about shame, vulnerability, and courage.  I attended a relaxation class at the cancer center that taught mindfulness.  And I’ve read a book about recovering from trauma.  It feels so good to be using my brain to think and learn and analyze and apply concepts.  I very much miss those aspects from my professional life. 


If that’s the back-story, the front-story is that I’m continually exhausted.   As I make strides in reducing my anxiety and reading about trauma recovery I am able to clearer dissect what part of my fatigue is psychologically driven (post-trauma) and what is physiologically driven (brain-injury, post-cancer treatment).  Of course many of my friends who also have young children also are continually exhausted! But even with breaks from caring for my children I find myself fatigued (of course this annoys me as I used to be able to accomplish so much efficiently and have always felt napping was a waste of time….though learning about my personality has been very helpful in tackling this sort of thing).  Perhaps my oncologist will have further insight for me when I see him next month.

We did have a lovely trip in January to West Edmonton Mall where we stayed in a super cool space room!  The trip involved a day at the waterpark and a day at the rides.  My sister and brother-in-law joined us along with their 5 kids, as did my in-laws.  The kids loved the little get away and cousin time.  I enjoyed it too; but trips like that (so much commotion and noise and busy environment are certainly less enjoyable for me.)  And we’ve just returned from 10 days in California, hanging out with our friends from Saskatoon, going to Legoland, staying at the Legoland Hotel (huge highlight! That hotel is fantastic for small kids!!), and putsing around San Diego.  Travelling with 3 kids 6 and under is not for the faint of heart and is not relaxing and the kids and my husband all had colds at some point on the trip; but, it felt like a good reset for me.  When I’m on vacation I set aside everything else and only focus on what’s right in front of me (something I’m not very good at doing at home).  While physically extra exhausted from the trip I feel mentally less exhausted now (post-cancer feeling overwhelmed has been a big struggle and right now it feels under control) .  So this feels nice!

I’m currently so, so, so, so, so close to being done the first draft of the novel I’ve been working on intermittently for 10 years.  That feels real good!  It’s coming along slowly but surely (I currently am able to work on it one day a week). It’s a bucketlist need to complete before I die kinda thing, so seeing that will for sure happen is amazing!  BUT…as for the what do I do with it after????  That’s the question.  The novel has nothing to do with my cancer story, but with me being the author themes that I have learned about in my life surface in the book.  My personal mandate is to share the Hope I’ve found on my cancer journey and to spread this Hope.  If publishing and marketing my novel can help me do this, then I want to GO FOR IT!  However, this is so far beyond anything I have experience, knowledge, or natural aptitude for.  So I will somehow need to start networking to find appropriate resources.  This feels daunting; but I keep reminding myself that it is good to learn new things…beyond reading about them in books!  My husband is very supportive in this area.  (And things move slowly in my life, and that’s ok.  So as long as the momentum is moving forward, I am happy.)      

On the writing note, I also plan to start working more with my poetry.  Perhaps enter a few contests and eventually publish (self-publish or otherwise) a compilation of my poetry.

I’m really not very sure what my readership is like here; but, if any of you resources, insights, helpful experiences with the publishing world I graciously welcome them!  You can always email me at info@cherylrostek.com

Finally, I will leave you with the verses that I landed upon through my daily scripture reading in January.  It felt fitting that this then ought to be my verses for this year.  It has been a powerful section of scripture for me which I try to read daily.  Verse 21 is the verse that God gave my Mom when I was diagnosed with cancer. I cling to the promises of Hope, and Love, and Life in these verses and that I have a God who cares so deeply for me and battles on my behalf, and I let these verses become my prayer.  What could be better than this?!

Lamentations 3
vs. 21 “yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: The unfailing love of the LORD never ends!...Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day.”
Vs.  55 “But I called to you, LORD, from deep within the well and you heard me! You listened to my pleading and you heard my weeping! Yes, you came at my despairing cry and told me, ‘do not fear’
LORD, you are my lawyer! Plead my case! For you have redeemed my life.”


Please continue to join me in prayer asking the LORD to plead my case for a healed brain!  Ever-trusting His faithfulness and Praising Him in such Gratitude for what He has done already!   




Some more vacation pics from our time in California.


 
















XOXO much love to you all,
Cheryl



Saturday, February 9, 2019

Sentimental Momma


Oh This Car...







It's a funny thing to be so attached to a thing because of the sweet memories it reminds me of. I was never this momma before. I was the efficient momma. The clear the clutter momma. The "suck it up darling" kind of momma. And here I am messaging about giving away my son's first beloved car to another local mom who has been searching for just this car and I feel like crying (I haven't quite decided if I'll let myself or not, but I probably should).

I find myself the same way with favorite clothes - but long ago I made a straight forward, easily decision and adopted the policy to not keep outgrown clothing...now I'm in heaps wondering if I've made a devastating error. There are pictures of the kids in these clothes and that's the enough, I've told myself as I continue with fortitude to maintain my policy.

But this car! Oh, it's ridiculous to think of keeping it! (practical momma Cheryl be gentle with yourself) It's a clunk of plastic I paid $2 for second hand for my first born. She never had much use for it. But my son, years later, fell in love with it! At 3 he's grown too big for it (especially since we live in an apartment with people below us and his driving is far from quiet --- noisy cars are the best right?) I've told him it's a baby toy to help him comes to terms with giving it away. But --- then comes this voice inside my head and a conversation with myself ensues. maybe I should keep it?.... It's so meaningful...and I think of my clothing policy and laugh at myself with tears in my eyes. Who am I?! The rational practical momma has up and left. Completely. I message the other mom and say not today, you can't pick it up today. And I cling to the keys I'm saving that my son kept with his beloved car. Those I shall keep forever. As I hold these keys I wonder what was the key to unlocking this painful, tender, nostalgic, oh so exploding with love heart of mine?

Perhaps it was my cancer diagnosis and being told I wouldn't see this day: my babes growing up, too big for toddler toys?
Perhaps it's watching my youngest kids grow up and wanting to squeeze forever the sweetness of their 3 year old bodies and the coziness of their perfectly sized bodies and fuzzy warm heads right at kissing height?

I don't know. I don't know. But this momma's heart is a freaking mess right now and it feels just the way it ought to be.

And I resolve:
1. to keep attempting to live a clutter free life
2. To creates space for the next adventure of growing up
3. To cry when my heart tells me to.

Goodbye car. Goodbye.



Sunday, December 30, 2018

Christmas Letter 2018


Merry Christmas 2018 and a Happy New Year!





Photo Credit: Vicky Falk

(More pics to come at some point)

2018 has been an up and down year marked by gratitude for health, growth and celebration.  This year our family has seen movement from the chaos of the last 3 years (ever since the twins were born) towards finding our new rhythm with the ever-changing variable of the kids growing up!  Ryan and I are enjoying celebrating life whenever possible and catching glimpses of our favorite parts from our “old normal” (pre-twins, pre-cancer) in the movement towards our “new normal”.  There is still much uncertainty in our lives.  However, amidst this uncertainty this is certain: our family chooses to be optimistic, hopeful, believing, fun-loving, celebratory, and above we choose to place our trust in Jesus, the very One we celebrate this Christmas season.

The growth in Garrett and Allison from being 2 year olds to becoming 3 year olds has been delightful.  In April our nanny moved on to a new job and our twins transitioned to daycare 4 days a week --- which slowly, but surely has become wonderful for them. (This allows adequate rest for me and also one-on-one time with Rayna after school.)  Not only are the twins now potty-trained (potty training 2 x two-and-a-half year olds is NOT for the faint of heart!) and dressing themselves for the most part, their personalities are emerging with stamina to enjoy outings and activities.  While Allison loves princesses and proclaims her “Elsa power” Garrett is a fan of anything sports.  Both played soccer this fall; but Garrett is showing a keen interest and aptitude for all things sport-related.  Furthermore, at the beginning of the year fighting vs. playing nicely together was about 50/50.  At the end of the year it is heart-warming and oh so cute to listen to them chatter and natter with and at each other and mostly play so wonderfully together.  And having two 3 year olds in the house anticipating Christmas is the sweetest: pretty gift wrapped presents being arranged and rearranged by little hands, Christmas songs being sung non-stop by little voices, seeing Santa and talking about Santa and the goofy grin this brings to Garrett’s little face (and hearing Garrett defend the existence of Santa when his big sister declares that Santa is not real), and the unsureness of the exact countdown for Christmas but the complete sureness of something really spectacular on the horizon bringing much excitement to these two little cuties.  Each day we are living out sweet and treasured memories. 

Rayna is now in grade 1.  She worked very hard this fall to master the monkey bars and was so sad when it got too wet and cold to play on them.  Furthermore, she also played soccer for the first time this fall and it delighted my soccer-loving heart to see her enjoy it so much.  Though her 6 going on 16 attitude can be strong at times, she is the kindest, most encouraging, and creative girl.  She warms our family’s hearts by making cards for us and wrapping “presents” for us – just because and on special occasions.  She’s been secretly working on a Christmas card for Ryan and I for a couple of weeks, and now that her writing is really starting to take off these very sweet gifts are all that more precious.   

Ryan’s local Chilliwack Blind Factory is steadily picking up pace and, along with the Saskatoon Blind Factory, is keeping him busy.  He plays pickleball whenever possible, which with work and family demands has been much less than he would like.  It’s still ‘the best thing ever’ to him (he’s been bugging me to start playing and maybe, just maybe, 2019 ought to be the year I try it out?).  Since fall Ryan has also started participating in music at church.  This is finally feasible for our family and has been very life-giving for him.  He hopes to press into more music involvement as much as our family demands allow.

At the beginning of the month I received another clear MRI report and the oncologist bumped up my scan interval from every 3 months to every 4 months.  This is very good news!  We are still trying to process and sort out what this means for pressing into the future (see blog post about Brain Injury Awareness); but joyfully embrace each clear scan.    I fill my days taking Rayna to and from school, helping with daycare drop offs and pick-ups, I re-learned how to cook (at least that’s what it felt like!), household task, resting, running 3 days/week, writing and I played soccer this fall (yay!).  I also volunteer once a month for my church visiting the “shut-in” elderly and will be increasing my involvement in this role in the new year.          

Our family likes to have fun.  I feel we have excelled at celebrating the “small stuff” this year: Valentines Day, Easter, summer, fall, Halloween and BIRTHDAYS!!!!  Though such things are now quite exhausting for me, my heart was bursting planning and hosting Rayna’s 6 year old birthday party in March and a (smaller) party for the twins’ 3 year old in October!  We’ve also enjoyed nature and hikes and the tulip festival (well maybe Ryan didn’t really enjoy that one, but the rest of us sure did ;) going to Hells Gate, the Othello Tunnels and, ****our family hiked Lindeman this fall!!!!!****  (for you non-locals, this is a not so easy, beautiful, rock-scrambling, local hike) This was a major accomplishment and symbolic of adventures the future could hold for our family. These are on-top of another epic summer road trip vacation (see Summer Vacation blog post for further details) visiting Kelowna (Ryan’s pickleball tournament, kangaroo farm, beach), Camp Oshkidee (so amazing, as always!), Saskatoon, Swift Current (Ryan had flew back home to work while I took the kids to my parents’) West Edmonton Mall.  Along the journey we connected with so many precious friends and family members.

Ryan and I also did a daytrip to Manning Park to cross country ski in Jan. Ryan enjoyed a “guys trip” to Phoenix in Spring which was much needed and deserved.  I enjoyed (at least the parts where the stomach flu wasn’t striking) a girls trip to Whistler in June.  And Ryan and I celebrated a couple nights away in October to the Sunshine Coast.  In Nov. I took Rayna to Okotoks to celebrate my sister’s 40th birthday a low-key lovely time together punctuated by a super-fun surprise birthday party my brother in law threw for her!   Dec. found Ryan and Rayna going on an in-promptu trip to Maui (they got 2 buddy passes to be used in a 2 week time-frame, so obviously they had to go, right?!)

Phew! What a good year!  And that’s not even mentioning the visits from my parents, my sister and niece, our friends Brad and Ashley, local fun at Cultus lake waterslides, rides, the beach and splashing in the river! 

Wowee!  Isn’t life such a gift!  We celebrate gifts at Christmas.  Our family chooses to celebrate the gift of Jesus at Christmas.  What a gift He is.  It is by trusting Him that our family has been able to find such Hope and thrive during these past trying years.  We thank Jesus for the gift of “more and better life than we could have ever imagined!” (John 10:10 MSG, loosely quoted)  My Hope and prayer is that 2019 will be another year of “more and better life” for our family as well as yours.

Love and blessings,

Ryan and Cheryl
Rayna, Garrett, and Allison.





Here comes Heaven


After the twins were born my body felt battered.  It was difficult for my body to house those babes for 8.5 months then birth them.  After their birth we received many joyous congratulations!  Twins!  How wonderful and special and lovely and “aww I always wanted twins how lucky you are”…  I smiled politely at these dotings and Ryan cringed at them, thanking those who spoke honestly to the incredible difficulty it must be to parent twins.  I wonder how Mary felt after Jesus was born?  The wonder of it all painted with realities that weren’t so warm and fuzzy….forced to flee her homeland to protect her new son who people wanted to kill.  Difficulty.  This Christmas story overlaid with difficulty.  My own journey overlaid with difficulty.  Do you relate to a difficult, challenging personal journey these days that are to be bountifully joyous?  As I put myself in Mary’s shoes and look down at my own feet I am reminded to turn my gaze upwards.  Before my twins were born I chose the verse “this is the day that the Lord has made let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (1)  Like Mary chose to treasure the moments surrounding Jesus’ birth and think about them often, so too I shall choose to treasure these moments in my heart and think about God’s hand in them, often.  I choose to declare this is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice in it daily, no matter the state of the day, no matter if I feel battered, no matter if the difficulty of life is particularly heavy.  I choose to trust in God who says nothing is impossible with Him.  I choose to rest IN God’s consuming Love that I may claim the angel’s proclaimation, Do not be afraid, for my own.  And what I am experiencing in the process is heaven finding its way into my life here on Earth.  And it is beautiful, marvelous, and exactly what I need to journey this battered body through the difficulties along the way being able to treasure up the multitude of spectacular gifts, daily rejoicing, letting fear evaporate because God is with me.  Always.

This is why I celebrate Jesus this Christmas. 



(1)  Psalm 118:24
(2)  Stongly influenced by the fantastic preaching of Scott Gaglardi, see Here Comes Heaven sermon series  http://www.firstave.org/listen/




Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Brain Injury Awareness




I am on a journey to greater self-awareness. My cancer diagnosis shook this loose as I read that some of my personality traits could be facilitating cancer growth. Furthermore, my diagnosis shoved my mortality in my face precipitating a spiritual deepening.  I am learning that (though I’ve down-played or down-right ignored them) symptoms of brain injury from brain cancer (and treatments) have changed my life.
As I learn about my personality through ennaegram, I learn that my personality feels it is limitless.  We are over-achievers.  The sting in this is that we lose a sense of what we value, what we are trying to achieve.  Furthermore we are good at reading others expectations and performing, over the top performing, to exceed those expectations. We can satisfy a wide diversity of expectations depending on who is surrounding us at any given time... At the cost of losing sight of what really matters to...US.   
Ooo it hurt to read this, surely not me?  Then as I let it sink in.... Yup me.  I'm on the journey of shaking off the expectations of others that I've been so effective and capable of achieving.  I'm on the journey of discovering what truly matter to me, what*my* passions are.  Where *I* want to spend my precious energy.
This is so pertinent because I used to have an apparent abundance of energy (I was “limitless”!).  My personality type is driven, focused, goal-attaining and high energy.
I find myself post brain injury trying to resume life in that high energy fashion (this is particularly true because my personality struggles to find personal value in simply being, value is found in doing---- and not just doing, but winning in what I do). This did not used to exhaust me (or I chose not to acknowledge the exhaustion), but trying to always win, to never fail, to be the best is exhausting.
Today is the day after the kids’ church concert, a birthday nail party for my mother-in-law, helping my daughter pack for an in promptu trip, and then a birthday celebration at a noisy restaurant.
I feel wiped, not a sleepy tired kind of wiped (and my body’s not particularly tired) but an exhaustion in my head ... I’m so tired and by now I know it's gonna a couple days to recoup.  My husband asks at time like these "did you sleep okay?". And I am learning I need to find a better way of describing what's going on for me, because yes, (as long as the kids sleep) I always sleep well.
My mom is well versed in brain injury fatigue.  My dad has had numerous brain surgeries over the past 30 years due to a benign brain tumour and for as long as I can remember, battles brain injury fatigue.  My mom has educated herself on this topic and can personally speak to the experience of what brain injury fatigue means. Growing up I too had a secondhand experience with what brain fatigue can look like: avoiding restaurants at prime times, limiting time at family gatherings, having to strategically plan my piano practicing as a kid to not disrupt Dad’s rest.  But even with these experiences and mom’s awareness of what was going on I didn’t truly understand my own brain injury fatigue until now.  And I think I've been in denial with how dramatically it is affecting me. (Remember I like to perceive myself as limitless.) People are starting to ask me if I'm going to go back to work.  And immediately I start making plans in my mind for when and how this might play out.  However, when I step back I see I have not truly been acknowledging my reality.  This means that I’ve been unable to educate my husband, my family, my close friends and my physicians about what I have been experiencing.
This tired day after overload I decide I need to educate myself on what drives my increased fatigue, to be self aware, because I absolutely cannot keep up the facade anymore.  I am not who I used to be.  This hurts, but I am confident the pain of this process will drive me deeper to my core, my God given passions, gifts and talents.  And I am confident this will strengthen my relationships and poise me to become a more loving, passionate, emotionally assessable wife, mother, daughter, friend.  So I press in.
What I read today describes so much of what I haven't been able to put to words.  I feel it is valuable to educate those I care for about what I am experiencing as I am learning my own...... limitations. 
I read a couple articles in which I saw myself so clearly.  Reading these was a relief because finally I can say “that’s me!” and have words to describe what life looks like for me.
Below I will share about my experience.  I will take much from the following 2 resources and encourage anyone interested in understanding my situation and brain injury and brain injury fatigue in more depth to read them in their entirety (they are brief and easy to read)

From these resources I was able to see that my choices allow me to manage my fatigue.  This doesn’t eliminate it, and indeed I’ve already employed many of these measures; but by naming what I’m experiencing helps me to embrace even better coping strategies.
Firstly, I am coming to see that I usually appear “normal”.  My deficits are NOT readily apparent.  I work hard to compensate for them or overcome them.  It took me awhile to realize that people didn’t realize just how tired I was, then when I did realize they didn’t know I quietly tucked that information in my back-pocket (not wanting to draw attention to my decreased abilities.)
The one resource states: “The information aims to help you, your family and friends to understand your fatigue and how it affects you….In order to cope with fatigue you must first be able to recognise it”
I read this and realized I need to become an active student and advocate of my condition; not a passive, inattentive by-stander.
“So how do you know when you are getting fatigued or fatigue is starting to build up?”
I’ve begun to learn that what I previously feared were symptoms of my cancer returning are truly symptoms of fatigue
“● losing concentration/attention” (for me--- having to work extra hard to mentally focus on what I’m doing or need to do**)
 “● eyes feeling heavy, and my eyesight not focusing properly
● head feeling ‘fuzzy’
tension Headaches
● getting irritable
● limbs feeling heavy”
It felt good to read in black and white:
“Often [fatigue] can creep up”  So I need to learn what triggers my fatigue so I’m not blindsided, so I can manage and cope with it.
In the following quote I’ve underlined the ones most pertinent to me
“Things that trigger fatigue will be different for everyone. Some examples of activities reported to be more tiring following a brain injury include: ● working at a computer ● dealing with paperwork/correspondence ● being in a busy environment such as a shopping centre concentrating on one conversation in a noisy place like a pub driving and catching public transport … it is likely that certain activities are more tiring for you; what are these?”
Its described that after a brain injury the brain filter no longer works properly leading to sensory overload.  Where a healthy-brain would strategically ignore non-important stimuli, the brain injured brain takes it all in leading to over-stimulation, also called flooding.  Another article highlights about sensory overload post- brain injury(my personal notations in parentheses).:
“If it seems like your sense of touch, taste, smell, hearing, or vision is extra sensitive or heightened after your brain injury, it’s not your imagination….
-Sounds that you barely noticed before are alarming and startle you. (**I hear small noises and see things like flickering lights more acutely --- and irritatingly--**)
-It feels like you have megaphones in your ears. (Yes! I am teaching my 6 year old not to shout or even talk loudly into my ears because I cannot handle it)
-Background sounds and stimulating environments become overwhelming. (parties are no longer enjoyable)
-Fluorescent and bright lights give you headaches. (**I don’t necessarily get headaches but they make me feel ‘squirelly’ and make it difficult to focus**)
-Large gatherings of people feel overwhelming. (ABSOLUTELY…I’ve finally gotten to the point where at least they don’t usually cause anxiety anymore)

sights and sounds that didn’t bother you before, may now trigger anxiety and the fight-or-flight response where your whole being feels threatened and out of control. It can be very taxing, physically and mentally.”

I’ve never liked busy shopping centers (does anyone?!) but now they exhaust me so I only go at quieter times of the day/week.  As for concentration on conversations in a busy place: Just last week I felt like my Dad when I was out for a small Christmas gathering with girlfriends at a restaurant.  What I mean is that being in the restaurant with a bunch of conversations in the background, trying to engage in the conversation with my girlfriends, trying to figure out what I wanted to order, was exhausting.  It saddened me that this occasion that was supposed to be celebratory felt so draining.  But interestingly (happily) I realized that as the restaurant started to quiet down my energy level increased and I could enjoy myself.  Trying to have a conversation with so many other stimuli around was an (exhausting) mental battle.  If its too loud or chaotic my head simply spins.  If it’s a touch loud and not too chaotic and I’m well rested then I can enjoy the celebration but know that the following day I’ll be tired.  I realize now that I need to decide how valuable such an outing is- because it’s an energy zapper.  (I kinda feel like a hearing-impaired 80 year old in this capacity…my definition of a good celebration has markedly changed!)  It was on my 36th birthday (a year ago) that I wanted to have a big bash to celebrate my survivorship and birthday.  So we had a bunch of people over like we used to do before we had kids.  After that party I realized that was no longer the type of party I enjoyed.  Reading these articles brings greater clarity to the matter.

This article helped me to more clearly see what was going on when I flew by myself last year.  I was shocked that flying from little Abbotsford airport to Calgary airport (where I have flown to and from so much) was difficult.  I had to focus super hard to make sure I was where I needed to be, I had to actively keep myself calm, and it was a taxing experience.  However, I learned from that experience and this year when I flew with my daughter to Calgary again I anticipated that it would probably feel overwhelming.  To mitigate that I ensured we arrived super early (it was quieter at the check-in counter and there was absolutely no stress about running late --- which I’ve never liked, but which completely flusters me now) 
Furthermore, the article highlights these points (emphasis mine!!):
“What can you do? ● Be realistic in your planning – pacing activities to avoid the boom-bust cycle. ● If you don’t achieve an activity try to reschedule it for when you are not fatigued. ● Try not to brood on things you haven’t achieved. Notice when you have done things well and celebrate these achievements. ● Be aware of and acknowledge your feelings and emotions, but try not to dwell on them. ● Plan time in your schedule to do pleasurable activities that will make you feel good about yourself.  Acknowledge that you may not be able to do as much as you did previously.”
And: “ to Limit exposure to avoid sensory overload:
- Avoid crowds and chaotic places where there are a lot of stimuli, like shopping malls.
- Shop in smaller, quieter stores when possible.
- Eat out in restaurants when they are quieter, in between regular meal times.
- Hold conversations in a quiet place.
- Ask people to please speak one at a time. Explain that you’d really like to hear what everyone has to say but you can only hear one person at a time.

-Limit your exposure to noisy stores and loud situations like sporting events, the movie theatre and children’s school activities.”

At the beginning of Kindergarten I thought I would volunteer in Rayna’s classroom/field trips since I was at home full time.  It quickly became apparent that that would not even remotely be feasible.  I now rarely attend any fieldtrip, this article takes away the guilt of this!

The article further suggests “working within your available resources. It is important to plan when to take rest breaks during the day. Resting requires going somewhere quiet and sitting or lying down for a short period. It is better to take breaks often rather than having one long break when fatigue hits you … Relaxation can…help improve energy levels, leaving you feeling refreshed and making you feel more mentally alert, thus making the most of your resources. People with fatigue are advised to take regular breaks.”
Naturally, I try to push through my fatigue (because, quite honestly, resting feels boring) but I am finding much value in incorporating scheduled relaxation and rests.  I realize that running near empty is much less efficient than stopping to fill my tank through out the day (this has been hard to realize since my battery drain is not linear, which is why it’s so important to be aware of when the drain is starting because my battery is like a crappy cellphone battery that goes from 30% right to 0% and shuts down.  So I fatigue easier, but also once fatigued my capacity to manage irritability (I have 3 young kids!) is much worse than it ever was before.
Following brain injury you may need more mental effort to perform a task and you may experience difficulty sustaining this effort over time. Some people have described reaching a point at which their brain ‘shuts off’. When experiencing ‘mental fatigue’ people describe being unable to think clearly and have difficulty concentrating. It may be that cognitive difficulties resulting from your brain injury may be more noticeable when you get fatigued. (YES, this is exactly it) Everyone tends to become forgetful and make more mistakes when they feel tired. Therefore, making best use of your thinking resources through applying strategies may be a way to make fewer mistakes and make things take less effort.”
Like making lists and writing everything down, which I already was fond of doing and post-diagnosis ramped it up.
     Also, this article further recommends meditation.  My counselor recommended meditation to cope          with anxiety.  I find it extremely helpful, which after reading this article makes even more sense!

Finally, its apparent that while I am cognitively intact my surroundings can dramatically limit my ability to perform cognitive tasks.  It is recommended to “do cognitive work when your environment is quiet. Eliminate as many distractions and interruptions as possible.”  On reflection, I realize this is the only type of environment where I can truly do cognitive work, if I want to think clearly on something I deem important I cannot have noise around or busy visual stuff going on in the background.

Reading these articles I see why I feel “like myself” in quiet adult environments when I’ve had adequate sleep.  Conversely I begin to see why my kids exhaust me (more than the average parent).  And after reading this the thought of working as a pharmacist in a big box store (fluorescent lights, visual commotion, a variety of noise: children screaming/crying, overhead pages, a need to be accurate in my work – on a computer screen-- , multi-tasking: determining if prescription is appropriate, checking prescriptions for accuracy, talking to patients, fielding phone calls, answering questions from my assistants, corresponding with physicians, having patients complain because I’m too slow…)  well yikes the answer to if I plan to go back to work soon simply has to be --- there is much more to figure out before that ever happens! 

It feels good, though to have a greater understanding of myself to help make the best choices with my time and energy.  This is very valuable.  I am grateful for this breath in my lungs and, deep breath, acknowledge that I am limited; but, optimistically, in knowing my limitations I am empowered to keep pressing in to living my fullest life!


References:
The Road back to you, by Ian Cron & Suzanne Stabile

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