My last blog was written the day we had the press launch of Facial Palsy UK. Since then, the charity has had a very respectable amount of coverage in the press and on tv and radio as well. I have had to break the habits of a lifetime and buy some newspapers that I would normally not allow over the threshold, but I took the view that it was for a greater good.....still felt a bit soiled though, and I don't mean from newsprint rubbing off on my hands! It's interesting how long-held principles can be put to one side when something assumes a greater importance.
It has been great to see the number of people liking our pages on Facebook - raising the profile of FPUK is absolutely vital. I'm more frustrated and disappointed than ever that I haven't managed to get a place in the 2013 London Marathon, as it would have been a great opportunity to raise money and publicity for the charity. On the other hand, I do feel very aware that I approach the same pool of very generous friends to sponsor me for (undeniably) good causes and I think it's probably a good thing to take some time out from holding out the begging bowl! So, all you lovely people, you can breathe easily and know that I won't be sending out my usual begging email.
In other news, Neil and I went to Krakow for a long weekend. We'd never been to Poland before and weren't planning on going away at all (we tend to go away every other year to Austria to visit the Christmas markets and we weren't due to go away this December ), but we made a fairly spontaneous decision to go away and picked Krakow. Neil spent hours researching hotels, restaurants, museums and other attractions, as is his wont. We have different, complementary, approaches to holidays. I am happy just to know where we are going, but Neil likes to plan things and research things a lot more so that we get the most out of our time away. It always works, as we seem to pack a lot into our times away, but without feeling that we are wearing ourselves out!
One of the things we wanted to do when in Krakow was go to Auschwitz. That might sound a bit
odd, planning to visit a place of such suffering during a mini-break, but we felt it was important, almost a mark of respect, that we go. There were about 30 of us on the bus from Krakow to Auschwitz and we were totally silent all the way there. It was as if we were preparing for the sombreness and seriousness of what awaited us when we disembarked. It started snowing as we travelled, which seemed somehow appropriate to the setting.
Entry to Auschwitz is free, as stipulated by its survivors. Once through the barriers, it's a short walk to the tall iron gates with those chilling words "Arbeit macht frei" - I've seen them in so many films, but standing there, imagining how thousands of people might have felt walking under those three little words, was a different kind of reality. There's nothing sensationalist about how the museum presents itself. It doesn't need to add any Disney-esque exaggeration because the facts are dramatic enough and almost unspeakable in their scale. Everything is displayed with quiet dignity but with huge impact. Mountains of human hair, hacked from the heads of those arriving, some hanks of hair still with ribbons tied round them. Piles and piles of children's shoes, tiny sizes. Twisted metal spectacles. Pots and pans, brought in the naive belief that those rounded up and herded onto planes were really going to a labour camp, not to be executed. Row upon row upon row of black and white photos of prisoners, all in the striped uniform of the camp, with names, dates of birth, arrival in Auschwitz and death printed underneath. Occasionally, a flower tucked behind the frame of a photo, left by a relative. The sheer scale of it is hard to convey. Walking around, snow falling, feeling cold despite our 21st century warm clothing didn't even give us a fraction of an insight into how unspeakably cold and desolate it must have been for inmates. The fact that anyone survived those conditions is little short of a miracle, really.
You might think that visiting Auschwitz would throw a blanket of sadness over our whole weekend, but it didn't - a little to my surprise, I have to admit. We had already spent two days in Krakow, visiting the zoo, various churches, Christmas markets and a fabulous underground museum and had saved Auschwitz till our last full day. We didn't go to Auschwitz 2 -Birkenau; by the time we had spent several hours going round Auschwitz, we both felt we had had sufficient reminders of man's inhumanity without seeing any more.
Krakow itself is beautiful and luckily everyone speaks English, because our attempts to speak Polish were pitiful! I can't find any reference points between Polish and any other language I can speak, so it is a complete mystery to me. It took us four days to be able to say anything approximating the word for "thank you" that might be understood by a Polish speaker! Lovely hotel, right in the middle of town and close to the main town square, plenty of fabulous restaurants and everything seemed very cheap - result!!
Nothin new to report on the health front - I'm not due for a check-up with my oncologist until January, so plenty of time for the nerves and anxiety to kick in. I'm going to a Head and Neck Cancer support group meeting tomorrow in Maidstone, although I'm starting to question how helpful these are for me. I feel almost as if I don't want to be reminded of the fact that I have had cancer through actively going to groups like this. I know what's happened to me and my regular check-ups are reminder enough. Do I really need to seek out something which will remind me of my darkest days? Then again, this is a group which in itself is really positive and friendly, so perhaps there is something to be gained from spending time with others who have gone through something similar. Perhaps there is something I can give others in the group. I am not sure. I almost feel as if my emphasis has shifted to my facial palsy and my involvement with FPUK suggests that I am ready to move on to a more forward looking position. Does that make sense? I *think* it does. I shall go tomorrow and review the situation afterwards.
Starting to gear up for Christmas now - Adam comes home from university next week and I am so looking forward to having my little family complete again. Then Christmas can begin!
Showing posts with label Facial Palsy UK. Show all posts
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Friday, 14 December 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
The one where we become official!!!
Sometimes weeks go by with nothing special happening, no events worthy of note, just ordinary, everyday life - nothing wrong with that! In fact, ordinary, everyday life is precious to me because I wasn't sure, during my darkest, illest days last year, whether I'd experience it again. Even today, I'm honestly not sure how many ordinary, everyday times I have ahead of me, but that's not something to dwell upon, is it?
This week hasn't been one of those ordinary weeks, though. Since blogging on Tuesday about my beloved Sodbury Slog, amongst other things, I have had quite an eventful few days, starting with Wednesday, when I had a follow-up appointment with my eye surgeon.
You'll remember that in July, I had my tarsorrhaphy reversed and my gold weight inserted. This was my follow-up appointment to see how things are going. We started with a sight test (20:20 or 6/6 as they seem to call it now) and the dreaded pressure test, although it wasn't the puff of air in the eye test they used to do. Instead they put stingy (as in they sting, not that they are mean!) eye drops in the eye to numb it and then measure the pressure of the eyeball with some little electronic contraption. All very high-tech. Anyway, the pressure was perfect so no signs of glaucoma. Then, time to see the specialist.
First I saw one of the junior staff - not sure of his grade, but I think he might have been a registrar. He has been specialising in eye surgery/conditions for 8 years so by my reckoning, he must be at least 30, but he looked as if he'd just left school! Definitely a function of my getting older, I think! I wanted to explain that my eyelid felt heavy and droopy, especially at night or when I read and am looking downwards. It's not that I am ungrateful for what's been done - anything but! - but I felt it better to say how I feel rather than pretend everything is fine. I explained all this to the doctor and he was very understanding and said I was right to say what I felt. He measured my eyes and confirmed my eyelid was droopy and also that my gold weight (aka "eyelid bling" - copyright me!) had moved from the centre of my eyelid into the inner corner of my upper eyelid. He thought this was something that could be remedied, so I had to wait to see the consultant, who always likes to discuss the cases with the other doctor and patient as part of his mentoring and coaching (how good is this hospital? They do things properly!). When I saw the consultant, the first thing he said, once I'd sat down, was "How do you feel? How are things for you?" and I explained about the heaviness and drooping eyelid and, once again, said I didn't want him to think I was being ungrateful after all his hard work. He reassured me that, to him, what's important is how the patient feels and that it's not his job to tell patients how they should feel but to work with them to get the best outcome. Phew! After some discussion and examination, the outcome is that he is going to pull the muscle forward from behind my eye and reposition my gold weight. Apparently, my blinking is better than about 90% or more of facial palsy patients he sees, with my eye closure at 100%, so pulling the muscle forwards should lift my eyelid and remove the droopiness. Yes, friends, I am having an eyelid lift, just like ageing celebrities have in an attempt to stave off the effects of gravity! And all on the NHS, too! He wants to do it in the next three months as he sees no point in waiting and wants me to feel better about how I look as soon as possible. I've had the pre-assessment already, so now I just have to wait for the date.
How lucky am I to be treated at this hospital? Yet again, I have been treated as a person whose opinion and feelings matter. I've not been talked down to, or talked over, I've been asked what I want the outcome to be. It's quite empowering to be told that your feelings are important in the medical decisions to be made.
I know how very lucky I am to have been treated at the Queen Victoria Hospital and it's really just because I happen to live in this area and I happened to be referred here last year for investigation into the lumps in my neck and it just happens to be the best place in the country for facial reconstructive surgery and associated procedures. Not everyone is as lucky, as is obvious from the statistics about access to treatment for patients with facial palsy. The average wait to access treatment is almost 6 years. 6 years!! - can you imagine living with all the functional difficulties, all the social anxieties and psychological damage facial palsy brings for nearly 6 years, thinking it will never change, never improve? Paralysis of the face brings social paralysis as well, I think. Self-confidence and self-esteem plummet, as I know from experience - and I was one of the lucky ones, with access to physical and psychological support at the earliest opportunity!
Which brings me to today, and the Press Launch of Facial Palsy UK. I've been involved, in a small way, with helping to set up this hugely important charity, the first in the UK dedicated to supporting people with facial palsy. The brainchild of Charles Nduka, my plastic surgeon, it's thanks to his vision and dedication, and that of a number of other health care specialists, including my lovely specialist speech therapist, that this day has arrived. I was one of six people with facial palsy who made short speeches to the assembled journalists, medics and other FP patients. I hadn't scripted anything, as I prefer to speak from the heart; it's more natural for me that way. I wanted to cover the psychological aspects of having FP, including the crippling lack of self-confidence. Well, I started speaking, I was fine, I was even joking about how I didn't look much like the photo on the screen of me before I developed FP - and then I started talking about how I had struggled with feelings of no self-confidence and that I had kept saying to Neil "Don't leave me, don't leave me" and that I felt ugly - that's when the tears started. I wanted to say that I mourn the face I've lost and that I miss it. I think I just about managed to blub the words out! It was a bit unexpected, but actually, it was probably the best thing I could have done, because it demonstrated very visibly the impact that FP has on people. For me, there's the double whammy aspect that I can't easily separate the FP from having had cancer, because whenever I look at my face, it reminds me that I only look like this because of that nasty, evil disease. It makes it hard to forget.
However, I would like to record my pride that I managed to make the journalists and the medics cry too! That's quite an achievement <beams lopsidedly with pride>. I had a nice chat with one of the professors during our tea break and he was very sweet about it, saying it was the best thing I could have done because it was obvious I spoke straight from the heart. In a "small world" moment, one of Amy's professors from uni was there - she is a professor of the psychology of visible difference and Amy did her dissertation on this - so I had a chat with her too. One of the questions during the Q&A session was asking how we dealt with the psychological aspects and I had spoken of the importance of returning to running and exercise and how it was about ticking another box in the checklist called "Normal", and the Amy's professor was in total agreement, so we had a good chat about that. I also had a photo opportunity with the very lovely Colin Salmon, whose wife has facial palsy. She is a trustee of the charity and he is a patron.
The media do seem to be picking up on facial palsy - we had someone on BBC Breakfast this morning, there was an article on Five Live, something on newsbeat and one of our members will be appearing in the Mail on Sunday shortly. This is all brilliant publicity for our charity but we need to continue to generate publicity - and funds! Having facial palsy isn't cosmetic - it's functional, it's emotional, it's psychological, it permeates all aspects of your life, sometimes in the most unexpected ways, like believing that you can't drive, which happened to me. This is not about looks-obsessed people wanting to look perfect. This is about being normal.
All of us today appreciated the support and love of our families and friends. I hope you all know this!
This week hasn't been one of those ordinary weeks, though. Since blogging on Tuesday about my beloved Sodbury Slog, amongst other things, I have had quite an eventful few days, starting with Wednesday, when I had a follow-up appointment with my eye surgeon.
You'll remember that in July, I had my tarsorrhaphy reversed and my gold weight inserted. This was my follow-up appointment to see how things are going. We started with a sight test (20:20 or 6/6 as they seem to call it now) and the dreaded pressure test, although it wasn't the puff of air in the eye test they used to do. Instead they put stingy (as in they sting, not that they are mean!) eye drops in the eye to numb it and then measure the pressure of the eyeball with some little electronic contraption. All very high-tech. Anyway, the pressure was perfect so no signs of glaucoma. Then, time to see the specialist.
First I saw one of the junior staff - not sure of his grade, but I think he might have been a registrar. He has been specialising in eye surgery/conditions for 8 years so by my reckoning, he must be at least 30, but he looked as if he'd just left school! Definitely a function of my getting older, I think! I wanted to explain that my eyelid felt heavy and droopy, especially at night or when I read and am looking downwards. It's not that I am ungrateful for what's been done - anything but! - but I felt it better to say how I feel rather than pretend everything is fine. I explained all this to the doctor and he was very understanding and said I was right to say what I felt. He measured my eyes and confirmed my eyelid was droopy and also that my gold weight (aka "eyelid bling" - copyright me!) had moved from the centre of my eyelid into the inner corner of my upper eyelid. He thought this was something that could be remedied, so I had to wait to see the consultant, who always likes to discuss the cases with the other doctor and patient as part of his mentoring and coaching (how good is this hospital? They do things properly!). When I saw the consultant, the first thing he said, once I'd sat down, was "How do you feel? How are things for you?" and I explained about the heaviness and drooping eyelid and, once again, said I didn't want him to think I was being ungrateful after all his hard work. He reassured me that, to him, what's important is how the patient feels and that it's not his job to tell patients how they should feel but to work with them to get the best outcome. Phew! After some discussion and examination, the outcome is that he is going to pull the muscle forward from behind my eye and reposition my gold weight. Apparently, my blinking is better than about 90% or more of facial palsy patients he sees, with my eye closure at 100%, so pulling the muscle forwards should lift my eyelid and remove the droopiness. Yes, friends, I am having an eyelid lift, just like ageing celebrities have in an attempt to stave off the effects of gravity! And all on the NHS, too! He wants to do it in the next three months as he sees no point in waiting and wants me to feel better about how I look as soon as possible. I've had the pre-assessment already, so now I just have to wait for the date.
How lucky am I to be treated at this hospital? Yet again, I have been treated as a person whose opinion and feelings matter. I've not been talked down to, or talked over, I've been asked what I want the outcome to be. It's quite empowering to be told that your feelings are important in the medical decisions to be made.
I know how very lucky I am to have been treated at the Queen Victoria Hospital and it's really just because I happen to live in this area and I happened to be referred here last year for investigation into the lumps in my neck and it just happens to be the best place in the country for facial reconstructive surgery and associated procedures. Not everyone is as lucky, as is obvious from the statistics about access to treatment for patients with facial palsy. The average wait to access treatment is almost 6 years. 6 years!! - can you imagine living with all the functional difficulties, all the social anxieties and psychological damage facial palsy brings for nearly 6 years, thinking it will never change, never improve? Paralysis of the face brings social paralysis as well, I think. Self-confidence and self-esteem plummet, as I know from experience - and I was one of the lucky ones, with access to physical and psychological support at the earliest opportunity!
Which brings me to today, and the Press Launch of Facial Palsy UK. I've been involved, in a small way, with helping to set up this hugely important charity, the first in the UK dedicated to supporting people with facial palsy. The brainchild of Charles Nduka, my plastic surgeon, it's thanks to his vision and dedication, and that of a number of other health care specialists, including my lovely specialist speech therapist, that this day has arrived. I was one of six people with facial palsy who made short speeches to the assembled journalists, medics and other FP patients. I hadn't scripted anything, as I prefer to speak from the heart; it's more natural for me that way. I wanted to cover the psychological aspects of having FP, including the crippling lack of self-confidence. Well, I started speaking, I was fine, I was even joking about how I didn't look much like the photo on the screen of me before I developed FP - and then I started talking about how I had struggled with feelings of no self-confidence and that I had kept saying to Neil "Don't leave me, don't leave me" and that I felt ugly - that's when the tears started. I wanted to say that I mourn the face I've lost and that I miss it. I think I just about managed to blub the words out! It was a bit unexpected, but actually, it was probably the best thing I could have done, because it demonstrated very visibly the impact that FP has on people. For me, there's the double whammy aspect that I can't easily separate the FP from having had cancer, because whenever I look at my face, it reminds me that I only look like this because of that nasty, evil disease. It makes it hard to forget.
However, I would like to record my pride that I managed to make the journalists and the medics cry too! That's quite an achievement <beams lopsidedly with pride>. I had a nice chat with one of the professors during our tea break and he was very sweet about it, saying it was the best thing I could have done because it was obvious I spoke straight from the heart. In a "small world" moment, one of Amy's professors from uni was there - she is a professor of the psychology of visible difference and Amy did her dissertation on this - so I had a chat with her too. One of the questions during the Q&A session was asking how we dealt with the psychological aspects and I had spoken of the importance of returning to running and exercise and how it was about ticking another box in the checklist called "Normal", and the Amy's professor was in total agreement, so we had a good chat about that. I also had a photo opportunity with the very lovely Colin Salmon, whose wife has facial palsy. She is a trustee of the charity and he is a patron.
The media do seem to be picking up on facial palsy - we had someone on BBC Breakfast this morning, there was an article on Five Live, something on newsbeat and one of our members will be appearing in the Mail on Sunday shortly. This is all brilliant publicity for our charity but we need to continue to generate publicity - and funds! Having facial palsy isn't cosmetic - it's functional, it's emotional, it's psychological, it permeates all aspects of your life, sometimes in the most unexpected ways, like believing that you can't drive, which happened to me. This is not about looks-obsessed people wanting to look perfect. This is about being normal.
All of us today appreciated the support and love of our families and friends. I hope you all know this!
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