The problem is that between now and then I will inevitably create at least a dozen more things for myself to do. I am responsible for at least half of my heavy load. Glutton for punishment, I fill my time with intensive responsibilities rather than enjoy the company of those I love and the things I like to do. The matter is complicated by the fact that I enjoy my self-imposed work. September will mark a year's time since I truly threw myself into the realm of healthcare and social media. It's been a whirlwind year marked by so much learning and inspiration and passion that I have admittedly somewhat lost myself. There is little to no time to spend in quiet reflection. Instead there are things to be done. Tasks to accomplish. Goals to achieve. And even before I have ticked one off my list, I've added another.
This stubborn drive is a hallmark of my character, for better and for worse. Increasingly, I am hearing the calls from friends and family to slow down, that they don't know how I do it all, that it doesn't all have to be done at once. In large, they are right. The sticking point is that I am keenly aware of working with a potentially limited clock. We all are working with a potentially limited clock. What bothers me is that my heightened awareness of this clock makes me push against it to complete the tasks that I have decided are important to me before time expires. I want to make a difference. I don't want fame or fortune. I simply want there to be some lasting indication that I was alive.
Recently, the arts-based healthcare advocate Regina Holliday told me that people are inspired by—and more willing to get behind—that which we present as our life's work. She is one who would know. She wears her heart on her sleeve in all the right ways. I tend to be a bit more quiet. I am an advocate of opportunity, plugging doggedly away for a cause that the overwhelming majority of the world couldn't give a damn less about. We in the rare disease club are, as individual diseases, fractions of populations. The rareness of our diseases not only isolates us as patients in need of care, it isolates us from the support networks that drive awareness and research of the more common diseases. Frankly, I can not imagine a world in which I will never have to spell fibromuscular dysplasia and explain it as a rare vascular disease for which there is no cure. Because I can not imagine that world, I am trying to create a world in which fibromuscular dysplasia patients like me do not feel so alone. My philosophy for creating an organization dedicated to fibromuscular dysplasia is based on my own desire to be treated with compassion and dignity, to encourage camaraderie among patients, to provide resources for caregivers, to foster interest within the medical community. I want to create the kind of environment that addresses the diagnosis from a whole patient perspective, that provides the type of care that I, as a child, teenager, young woman, and now spouse, have needed.
Nothing about advocacy is easy. To do it wholeheartedly means to give up much of oneself. What drives me onward is what I get back. It never ceases to amaze me how much our little community of patients cares about one another. Participants notice when someone has been absent for awhile. They reach out. These small communications are so important. They represent never having to be alone. They represent empathy in its truest form. I never thought that I could care so much about people whom I have never actually met. These people, these patients, these participants, are part of my heart.
So I push. I take on more than I should. I neglect the kitchen sink full of dishes and use Google translate to write an email in Italian to reach out to a rare disease group half a world away. I plan another fundraiser, contact another doctor, tweet out another link. It is all consuming. It is exhausting. It is what I both dread and desperately need. And I need you. I need for you to care. There are so many passions and tremendous causes angling for attention, and it is oh so easy to tune out the many pleas while going about one's daily routine. One says no, looks away, moves on, and assumes that someone else will step up and step in. In order to effect change—any kind of change—we must each learn to care, to engage, to give of ourselves. Whether you give to my cause or to any other, give yourself, give your heart, give your time, give your talent. Give without expectation of what you will get, but with an openness to the possibility of receiving more than you expected.
Help FMD Chat reach its $5,000 goal by Sept. 7.