I have posted extensively about my health issues, but from behind the cloak of
internet anonymity. My family and some close friends know, but my coworkers and
obviously the public does not. I have an intense desire to have as normal as
life as possible for as long as possible.
7 years ago when we faced my husband dying from MRSA that he acquired during
open heart surgery, we didn't hide a thing, except from our missionary son.
We kept family, friends and co-workers in the loop through the multiple
surgeries, organ failure, complete life support, Daptomycin, and even him
walking out of the hospital on his own power on Friday the 13th after enduring
many months of hospitalization and much pain, suffering and losses. We went
through the highs and lows and the horrors, the baby steps back to health, and
the victories with our loved ones. We were naive and thought because we had
so-called beaten MRSA, that we no longer needed such support. After all, he
survived. We were mistaken. But our culture really doesn't do well with
chronic illness - we are more crisis-oriented - coming through in a pinch when
special effort is needed. The burdens and repercussions of MRSA are
with us still, but now it is just old news and so we bear it alone. No one wants
to hear a whiner, but chronic illness, unfortunately, has alot of tears. MRSA is relentless. We work for a cure or release.
Tell.Always Tell. As best you can and at a leval they will understand. Tell so
they can enjoy their time, or their time with you. What you don't do is
dwell on it and as much as possible you do not let it control you or them.