5 stages of acceptance is all relative…to how you CHOOSE to deal with them…

Hi, Tamy here from OUR KrAzY kitchen, Always Eat On the Good China, 3 Sides of Crazy where life hasn’t been normal in quite some time and Tackle it Tuesday on Saturday here at The Motivation Station. 

Martha talked about the stages of change on Wednesday.  I swear we are on the same page as I was already writing about the stages of grief and acceptance.

One of the things that we all have in common here at The Motivation Station and in life is that nothing ever stays the same and we are always presented with something new to learn to conquer.

My ex-husband used to ALWAYS say, “I HATE change, quit changing everything.”  Most people do hate change, but wake up people, change is inevitable.  It’s called life and it is ever changing.  When I was young I’d say, “but it’s not fair”.  My dad’s favorite response was, “where is it written that life is fair?  Fix it or learn to adapt to it and move on.”  I do believe that is where I learned my positive attitude.  It really is easier to adapt and be happy, try to see the positive in any given situation than it is to moan about it and be miserable.  I miss my dad.  He’s been gone 17 years now, but I try to remember his little one liners and the happy times.  They always make me smile through my tears. 

Anyway, I believe life is all about change and that learning to cope with it as it happens will help you through life. I believe in Murphy’s Law, the Domino Effect, Payback’s a Bitch, and Karma. I also believe that Pay It Forward and living by the Golden Rule go a long way to keep the former from happening to begin with. I believe everything happens for a reason and that life is one big adventure.

Now despite these beliefs this brings me to my current situation, my aunt Sharon who is also my godmother and was a great role model in my life.  She has end stage Parkinsons disease and I am currently living with my uncle to try and help.

Parkinson’s disease (also known as Parkinson’s, Parkinson disease or PD) is a degenerative disorder of the central nervous system that often impairs the sufferer’s motor skills, speech, and other functions.  Parkinson’s disease belongs to a group of conditions called movement disorders. It is characterized by muscle rigidity, tremor, a slowing of physical movement (bradykinesia) and a loss of physical movement (akinesia) in extreme cases. The primary symptoms are the results of decreased stimulation of the motor cortex by the basal ganglia, normally caused by the insufficient formation and action of dopamine, which is produced in the dopaminergic neurons of the brain (specifically the substantia nigra). Secondary symptoms may include high level cognitive dysfunction and subtle language problems. PD is both chronic and progressive. PD is the most common cause of chronic progressive parkinsonism, a term which refers to the syndrome of tremor, rigidity, bradykinesia and postural instability. PD is also called “primary parkinsonism” or “idiopathic PD” (classically meaning having no known cause). While many forms of parkinsonism are idiopathic, “secondary” cases may result from toxicity most notably of drugs, head trauma, or other medical disorders. The term Parkinsonism is used for symptoms of tremor, stiffness, and slowing of movement caused by loss of dopamine.  It is possible for a patient to be initially diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease but then to develop additional features, requiring revision of the diagnosis.
So knowing all this about how and what I believe about life, the type of illness she has and the fact that I too have a chronic illness* that does at times limit my abilities, I have trouble understanding where my aunt, the god fearing, rock to many in life, fun, positive, adaptable woman went.  At one time she was a candidate for the brain surgery, but refused it.  She now says she wants it, but the window has closed on that opportunity.  Personally I would have jumped at that chance if for no other reason than I wouldn’t want my family to have to wait on me hand and foot 24/7.  After 20 years her care was killing my uncle.  Long story short she is now in assisted living, placed there by the state because she refused to do the things necessary to attend to her situation.  I pray that I have the grace to make the “right” decision for my family as a whole if ever that situation presents itself to me.
She has serious control issues.  She wants to manage this disease and make it conform to her narrow minded ways.  She was presented just this week with new medications and a new regimen that should give her 50% more “good/on” times.  If only she’d stay open minded enough to try it.  Traditionally she’ll take one dose, say it doesn’t work and demand to be back on her “safety net” meds. The doctor has told her it is useless to make an appointment with her if she refuses to try what the doctor suggests.  Her normal way of dealing with this is to change doctors until she finds one that agrees with her.  Like I said there are serious control issues which brings me to my main point, The 5 stages of grief or acceptance.  Knowing these and living by them can make any life easier, yours AND your families.
The 5 stages of grief or acceptance:
DENIAL – “this can’t be happening to me”. Not accepting or even acknowledging the loss.
ANGER“why me?”, feelings of wanting to fight back or get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
BARGAINING – bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, or attempting to make deals with God to stop or change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
DEPRESSION – overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
ACCEPTANCE there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. You have to accept the change or loss, not just try to bear it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make or break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn’t leave you on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals should turn toward personal growth.

Get help. You will survive. You will heal (at least emotionally), even if you cannot believe that now, just know that it is true. To feel pain after loss (loss can also be a chronic illness or even a situation where we do not have control) is normal. It proves that we are alive, human. But we can’t stop living. We have to become stronger. Helping others through something we have experienced is a wonderful way to facilitate our healing and bring good out of something tragic. 

*I have Systemic Lupus, but as my Rheumatologist is proud of saying, “you’d never know it, because I refuse to let it show.”  I belief that is my cross to bare/bear and I refuse to let it affect my life when I can.  Because of that attitude though many people, family members included tend to say you look fine so you must be fine and they heap more and more on my plate to deal with as the family caretaker, sometimes for both mine and hubby’s families.  Still don’t know where I got that job, but am trying to empty that plate!

Pretty Bowls and Crystal Glasses



When I asked Am to unload the dishwasher today, she told me how pretty a glass she was unloading was. I told her it was a Princess House Heritage Crystal Glass and she immediately put it down and backed away from it like it was Uranium or something. I asked her what was wrong and she said she was afraid she’d break it, so she better not touch it. I laughed and said don’t worry about it, we use them every day. We even break them now and again. Then I asked her to put the beans in the oven and she looked at the bowl and said, “You really want this pretty bowl in the oven”? Again I laughed and said yes. Then I asked her if she had ever heard of Erma Bombeck and she said no. I had to share this with her. See many, no, most of you know me as just a fellow blogger with a positive attitude and generally friendly demeanor. What you don’t know is that I too suffer from a terrible debilitating disease that requires constant maintenance, positive attitude and a stress free life as well as a preservative free diet to stay even close to healthy. To look at me you would never know I was sick, but for that all I can say is thank you as I have worked hard to maintain that appearance and attitude, because it wasn’t always that way and it was hard work to get this healthy. I also know though how tenuous life is and how quickly it can change so for that reason I post this tribute to Erma Bombeck as a reminder to us all to burn the pink candle, use the pretty bowl and crystal glasses for everyday.

If I Had My Life To Live Over by Erma Bombeck

The following was written by the late Erma Bombeck after she found out she had a fatal disease.

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.

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