On Anger

The transplant process is weird. I still have guilt to this day that someone had to die for me to live, and I feel an immense anger over everything I went through. ¬†I live with that every day, and I still can’t bear to think about it. In fact, for the past two years, I have tried to distract myself by having constant noise (podcasts, music, magazines, books, fitness, mostly my loud child ūüôā ) in order for me to numb out those feelings. ¬†As a therapist, I know this is my coping mechanism- distraction. ¬†But it sometimes feels impossible for me to manage those emotions. One of the things I have struggled with most after the transplant is the conflicted feeling of being tremendously thankful that I got my heart in time, but also furious that I had to deal with being the “sick girl” for so long. I am angry¬†that I had such a dangerous and traumatic pregnancy, that Ethan was premature, and that I needed that transplant after years of being so healthy with fitness and nutrition. ¬†I am angry that a doctor at a smaller hospital misdiagnosed me in 2010, and called to tell me on voice mail, “I know you must be very angry with me, but I hope you can still enjoy a nice salt free Thanksgiving in the hospital.” when I first went to Brigham and Women’s at 21 weeks. Here’s the thing. I can steam in that anger, I can try to sue, or I can realize that if I had gone to Brigham in 2010, they would have told me I could never be pregnant. So there’s that. No Ethan. I think I shall choose to let that part of my life go.

The transplant itself was easy. ¬†The before and after were the hard part. Waiting for “the call” was excruciating, weaning Ethan from breastfeeding stirred up a deep depression within me, and moving to Tampa (caring for Ethan alone and only being able to see Andrew on the weekends) so I could actually get my heart was horrible. I stubbornly tried to live my old life before I got sick, despite everyone being afraid I would drop dead while taking care of Ethan alone. ¬†Everyone walked on eggshells because I would get so angry if anyone challenged my behaviors.

Here’s the after picture for you. ¬†I am so healthy now. ¬†I can horse around with Ethan and run around all day long without needing to elevate my legs for hours. I can have energy to do anything I want to- including boot camp classes with my amazing group of friends and their kids in Mama Beasts class (hi mamas!). I can go to yoga, and I can laugh and play and not obsess about if I took my diuretic on time, if I drink 8 ounces too much of any liquid beyond the limit the doctors set for me, or if I am going to suddenly die. ¬†All of that is beautiful and amazing. ¬†But no one tells you about the hard parts. ¬†Things have changed. Things outside my control. I have to take anti-rejection medications for the rest of my life, including the dreaded prednisone. So my body changed. ¬†Here I am, living a healthy and full life, but I hate that I look different and it is outside of my control. Vanity needs to stay at the door after this surgery, because I can’t control any of these changes. If I stop my medications, I could go into a severe rejection episode, and potentially die. Still,¬†the¬†changes¬†are hard to accept. ¬†Andrew always tells me I need to be more kind to myself, and I need to give myself a break. Here’s what I think. Being crazy¬†with all the minute changes, the doctors appointments and biopsies, and all the drama that came along with the surgery- that obsession has served me well for two years. ¬†I have been able to reroute my trauma from the whole experience, and focus on the nitty gritties that seem silly for me to even think about. It’s time to let that go, and accept where I am now.

I have made many friends in the transplant community, and what I tell other people awaiting for a transplant or those who have just had one is this: It is ok to feel anger and gratitude at the same time. Every time I feel angry, or frustrated with my new body, I have guilt. I say- I should just be thankful! It’s so stupid to focus on these little things! In my job (when I am working), I give out great advice, but sometimes I just can’t take my own pearls of wisdom. My daily goal is more gratitude and acceptance, fewer distractions, and more presence. And letting go of the old me. The new me is a much better mother, wife, and friend. I wouldn’t change that for anything.

 

Author: Alibarton

A mom with a new heart.

7 thoughts on “On Anger”

  1. You hit every head on every nail. I received a heart 8/21/15. I gained a new life and 60 pounds. Thankful for life and avoiding mirrors, don’t even think about taking my picture.

    1. Ha! Casey, maybe I need to try the no mirror trick! Are you coming down on the prednisone? Congrats on your heart! I think the first year is most definitely the hardest. It gets easier the more that time passes.

  2. Thank you for saying the words that I have wanted to say but didn’t want to be seen as not being thankful. Excellent writing!

    Thanks so much Edwina!! <3 <3

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