I’ve always had a knack for bringing random musings together in a blaze of clarity when I write, but I rarely sit down with a plan laid out before I start. I usually do have a general idea of what I’m going to write about before I start, but sometimes that ends up being far from what comes out. Today all I had was a title: Forgotten Stories. Writing would probably go faster if I did have a plan, but usually I just write about whatever is on my mind. Writing is therefore a kind of therapy for me because the thoughts and feelings that need to be resolved inside of my mind find a way of untangling in the process.
My dear friend, Mical, said to me last week that she thinks it’s miraculous that I’m fairly healthy despite all of the trauma and stress I’ve been through in the past 20 years, as she said many people who experience recurring stress and trauma develop major health issues as a result. Although it may just be that I’m not old enough yet and those are lurking in my future, I pray that I will remain healthy, and I attribute it not only to God’s mercy and protection, but to my ability along the way to deal with the trauma through prayer, therapy, writing, singing, serving others, and remembering that God has me and my life in the palm of His hand.
Mical and I are doing a weight loss/healthy living program together called Noom, and she asked me to tell her all of the major stressors and trauma I have experienced since I was last at my ideal weight (2003), because her theory is that weight creeps on as we deal with stress and trauma. Looking back, I realized that I have gained an average of 10-15 pounds per year since 2003, with the exception of 4 or 5 periods of time where I intentionally exercised and lost some of the weight. Overall, it has been like a gradual-incline escalator slowly ascending the scale. I currently weigh 90-100 pounds more than my ideal weight, but my weight peaked about 2 years ago at 145 pounds more than my ideal weight. Over the past 2 years, I have lost 45 pounds, so the escalator is slowly traveling back down. I’m trying to make healthy life changes through the Noom program and practicing other ways besides food to deal with stressors.
If I were to narrate the list of stress and trauma since 2003, this document might break the internet, so I’ll just list a few highlights. I don’t think I’ve ever shared with anyone besides my husband and Mical the whole list of events at once. There were, of course, other hard things that are too personal to add to this list, or they were not things that happened to me directly but were stressful to see happening to the people whom I love. Whenever I share about hard things, people’s eyes tend to glaze over after the first few, and they interrupt me or change the subject. I imagine that they think I’m making it up, or trying to get attention, or making things worse than they actually were.
STRESS/TRAUMA IN MY LIFE SINCE 2003:
2003: 1st blood clot/Factor V Leiden diagnosed/surgery (10 days in hospital); car accident with broken leg and brain injury (10 days in hospital)
2005: Appendectomy & blood clot #2 (5 days in hospital)
2006: Almost died in a near T-bone car accident on the highway; finished grad school classes; Aunt Nita died – she was like a mom to me
2007: Blood clot #3/surgery (7 days in hospital); Received a death threat letter while living alone in Minnesota for my music therapy internship
2008: Wedding (Good stress, but still stressful!); blood clot #4 on the way home from our honeymoon- I weighed 60 pounds more than my ideal weight when I was married
2009: Nephew Conner died; Kidney stones/surgery; Nathan’s back pain began
2011: Miscarried Elijah/emergency surgery due to blood loss; finished master’s degree/thesis; traumatic pregnancy issues with Adelaide/ER visits
2012: Nephew Barnabus died; Adelaide born after 28-hour Pitocin labor/seizures/1 week in NICU; job layoff-I weighed about 80 pounds more than my ideal weight.
2013: Nathan’s first back surgery; he had to quit his job – both of us jobless at the same time; Adelaide ear tubes
2014: Miscarried Peter at home; Pregnancy issues with Hannah/ER visits/fluids required; Job layoff; Hannah died from heart issues when she was 3 days old; c-section wound problems/2 more surgeries/wound care for 4-5 months as the wound healed
2015: Job layoff for Nathan (and God provided a job the next day!); pregnancy issues with Bethany/ER Visits/Pleurisy/blood clot #5 during pregnancy; marital issues; financial struggles; Nathan ENT surgery with seizure afterwards/taken to ER via ambulance
2016: Dad died unexpectedly; Bethany had low oxygen/very similar to Hannah’s birth and I thought she was going to die/3 days in NICU; c-section wound problems; my job replaced me while on maternity leave job was PRN and not FMLA-protected); financial struggles
2017: Move (Good stress, but still stressful!)/Our house was on the market & we lived with my mom for 7 months!; we lost $3,000 (i.e. had to bring $3k to sell our house-received $0 equity to buy our new house) on selling our old house because our neighborhood never recovered from 2008 housing market crash; Bethany ear tubes surgery #1
2018: Mom had some health issues begin
2019: Nathan had back surgeries #2 & #3 (May & October); I had a surgery for ovarian cysts because the doctor found elevated cancer blood test – thankfully it wasn’t cancer! Bethany had surgery #2 for ears.
2020: Covid/lost all of my income for almost 2 years; Nathan had spinal fusion surgery (#4) in December; Bethany had eye surgery to correct a muscle (peak of weight at 140 pounds above ideal)
2021: We struggled a lot financially as Nathan was off of work for almost 4 months and I was still not working because of Covid restrictions, but God provided for us in miraculous ways!
2022: Bethany had surgery #3 for ENT issues; stress of sustaining 5 part-time jobs at once
One good thing about going through so much is that most things which would debilitate many people with stress just roll off of me like no big deal now. After all, if God has seen me through all of this, He will certainly make a way for that car trouble issue or those headaches or the clutter in “that one room.” Some of my friends stress out when their kids don’t get straight A’s, but I don’t see that as a big deal because there are bigger problems than elementary school report cards. On the other hand, sometimes things that most people think aren’t a big deal are a really big deal to me because of the experiences I’ve had.
I shared this list not so that you would feel sorry for me, but rather that you would be amazed at God’s sustaining hand in my life (and maybe you’ll understand when I forget something the next second after you tell me – trauma brain is real!). As I thought about the list in succession, I realized that there were many parts of my story that I had forgotten about. I’m sure there are many things that gave me high levels of stress at the time that didn’t even cross my mind as I made this list. As I sat here at Starbucks writing (because I can’t get up and be distracted by cleaning my house, laundry, dishes, etc), I perused the free books that people bring in to share (because I always can find distractions) and someone with a penchant for World War II fictional novels had recently unloaded a collection. Many of the books were based on true stories that have been fictionalized, and almost every one of them was a highly acclaimed book according to the pinnacle of literary scrutiny: Amazon reviews.
One of the books was a collection of ethics essays by a variety of people. Some I had never heard of, and some were famous people like Aristotle, St. Augustine, and Jean-Paul Sartre. Although I know their names, I don’t know much else about them except that they were philosophers in their time and they wrote stuff and thought smart, creative thoughts. I leafed through the book and thought about how many people have lived on Earth since the beginning of time, and how many of their stories have long since been forgotten. When I am gone, a few people in my family or circle of close friends may remember my life for a time – perhaps 100 years, and that is thinking generously.
Apart from Jesus Christ, my life has no eternal meaning. Apart from Him, my life won’t even have meaning for 100 years (as some define meaning – the impact one’s life has on the lives of others through creativity/inventions, kindness/benevolent deeds, thoughts/writing, etc). The things that have added stress and trauma to my blip of life on Earth are but teardrops in the ocean of human existence. Even the horrendous trauma individuals, now nameless to most of the world, experienced during World War 2, are teardrops in the ocean. Similarly, even the brightest, most famous creative person on earth will only be a cheap stocking stuffer flashlight in the midst of a galaxy of stars. If we don’t have God, we might be tempted to cling to our past, and desperately seek to make meaning of our lives that will last longer than this lifetime. Or we might be tempted to view the enormity of existence and give up trying, thinking that nothing we do matters anyway.
And yet, thankfully, God gave us an alternative to the striving <—> apathy continuum. He gave up His Son’s life for yours so that your life can have eternal meaning through His. He gave us our own little corners of the world to impact by shining the light of His love to others. Our lives are only a split second in the eternal clock, but the decision we make about Jesus – whether to love Him in return or defiantly turn away from Him – determines whether we are forever forgotten or forever held in the palm of His hands, in the cleft of His wing, close to His heartbeat. Which do you choose today? How will you live your life so that your part of the story will never be forgotten?