Roll Away Your Stone

A song that I have heard this year which has touched me deeply is “Roll Away Your Stone” by one of the best bands to emerge in the past five years, Mumford and Sons. For about the past 6 years, while I was able to experience many joys in life, especially my two children, Shaila and Nico, I found myself struggling with physical pain and weakness that doctors could not diagnose. I found myself feeling increasingly helpless. The doctors told me I was depressed, to which I replied, well, “Well duh. How long did it take you to get that degree again?” (Apparently it made me cranky too).

If you feel sick ALL the time and your body hurts so much that you have to give up the things that you love – like running, it makes you sad. Holding a guitar was hard on me, someone who had always taken pride in my athletic strength and abilities.

Holding my kids was tough, but that was one thing I always pushed through.

So yeah, the doctors told me it was depression, which I acknowledged could be a secondary issue.

Again, its a little bit of the chicken and the egg conundrum – which came first? Not positive, but I felt like the physical limitations did push my world into some darkness.

I could barely lift my kids. Look, if that’s not depressing, I really don’t know what is.

This year the diagnosis turned to one of fibromyalgia. To which I said, “Fibro my WHAT?!” As I listened to the doctors explain the symptoms, I started to feel relieved. I FINALLY had an answer. The symptoms I had matched the symptoms of Fibromyalgia. Basically you hurt all over. Your muscles could be crunchy like mine were. You could have exhaustion which could render you more tired than the most tired pregnant woman.

But the relief kind of turned to something else pretty soon.

I let the doctors prescribe me meds. And the meds took away some of the pain but made me even more tired. And I couldn’t help but feel that maybe this wasn’t the problem either.

And I realized I would not let this physical pain continue.

So I fought. I fought to have MRIs. I made finding a solution a priority. I made coming up with a recovery plan more than just “upping” my meds. I think the enormity of what my life would become if I accepted this diagnosis hit me when I went to my rheumatologist. I could tell she was busy but wanted to get more than a five minute checkup.

“So how are you doing since I put you on the Lyrica?”

“I think it helps.” Just to be clear, Lyrica would help with pain for almost anybody. Like if you had a broken nail, it would help.

“Well, let’s go on and up yours then. Let’s double it.”

Um, ok. And I realized that my path to recovery would always just be about conquering the systems, not the underlying issues if I did things this way.

I wasn’t going to take this lying down, even if that is the position you want to be in if you really have fibromyalgia. Lying down in a bed, for long periods of time where sleep washes over you like the warmest blanket.

I decided to lift that blanket. To reduce the meds. To look for real answers. Sometimes those are with a doctor. Sometimes they reside with me.

And I am getting stronger every day.

You told me that I would find a hole,
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal,
And all the while my character it steals

Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think?
And yet it dominates the things I seek

It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But, you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works
It’s not the long walk home 
that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive with the restart

I look at the past few years as a long walk in many ways and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it home. Some bridges have surely burned, those which should have even earlier and those which were too unstable to begin with.

By and large, the ones that needed to remain intact, have. I am able to plot a course to where I need to go with the support of those bridges.

In the last line of the verse, they use the word “Restart.”

I have decided to restart. This blog represents the me I want to embrace going forward.

Because we are all much stronger than we think and some stones are less heavy than we realize.

“It seems that all my bridges have been burned,
But, you say that’s exactly how this grace thing works”

I am always trying to find my grace. Trying to figure it out is even tougher.

Please join me? We can start with small grace things like telling each other if we have spinach stuck in our teeth as a starting point before moving on to bigger things.

Rolling away our stones.

Kiran

 

Mama’s Losin’ It

6 Responses to Roll Away Your Stone

  • Rama says:

    I have always liked the way you write… somehow you make it okay to share something of yourself in such a public platform.

    • masalachica says:

      Rama – I am still trying to figure out how much is ok. I am a professional woman with a professional reputation as well. But I think the reality is I know more dysfunctional people in the workplace than me – we just don’t talk about it. Perhaps sharing these will impact other aspects of my reputation, but if I can help anyone else feel a little less alone, than its worth it for me.

      Thank you, sister.

  • webb says:

    Kiran,
    So sorry to learn that you have been dealing with this – not an easy journey. Years ago I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, but i never thought I had it. I think it was the easy answer to every unexplained complaint in those days. However, the one worthwhile piece of advice that the doc gave me was – seriously – get more sleep. He claimed that one could induce fibro in perfectly healthy young adults by depriving them of sleep.

    let’s see …. two children under six, a job, a house, a husband, parents, siblings, friends, a year of trying to deal with the death of a beloved child – i’m betting you are seriously sleep deprived. It might help and won’t cost a thing! To this day, when I get overtired, I ache all over and if I can catch up on sleep, I feel better.

    Love the new blog – just hope I can figure out the following part. Guess I need to learn what’s new in the blog world! Namaste. webb

    ps: take a look at your “rights” statement… do you mean “republican of content” …?

    • masalachica says:

      Thanks Webb – I am feeling a lot better. I think that things like this happen for a reason and there has been a level of self awareness from it that has been really positive, so I can’t say I don’t appreciate that it did happen. I have turned a corner on that but I can look at it and I DO want to share this, because I do think it happens to more people than I know.

      Webb – I swear, I slept soooo much. In the end, I am kind of realizing what the issue is. The body pain was caused by some severely pressed nerves which were radiating pain all over my body. This caused severe exhaustion and fatigue and muscle weakness.

      I am glad I am getting better and I appreciate your strength and wisdom and support. Always.

      Oh and yeah – apparently I have been reading too many CNN updates on Romney, Perry, Gingrich and and felt the need to incorporate them into my blog. Fixed it – thank you :-)!

  • Peg says:

    Mumford came along exactly when I needed it. I sometimes feel like they are the background music for the movie that is my life.

    Love the new site…pictures are awesome.

    Thanks for all the kind words on mine :)

  • Your optimism and resolve are inspiring! Those with your amount of determination get through the toughest of times.

    All the best on your journey!

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I'm Kiran, I'm a dreamer. A writer. A singer. A mother. An ugly crier. An Indian-American. Who loves Gandhi. My stories are full of truth that is sometimes hard for me to say out loud. This blog is where I overcome my fears and live (and love) out loud. Read More....

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