Monday, July 22, 2019

Cars don't vacation in Hawaii

The most surreal part of this move so far was driving my own car. In Hawaii. I've driven my own car is probably 20 states, but this one is obviously different. As I drove from the Port of Honolulu toward downtown and looked at the tall buildings, landmarks and the water it hit me that this is permanent and we really really did it! 5 seconds of panic was followed by "wow!"
 I still pinch myself thinking it's a dream. But now that my Scooby is here it's getting harder and harder to think it's a dream or a vacation, because cars don't go on vacation with you to an island! A friend told me when my car was here it would hit me and it certainly did. Not all the way still but I think that will just take time.

And there she is! My baby in Hawaii! In front of our little beach house. Life is good.

As a footnote I have noticed that now that I'm driving a beat up obviously non rental the locals are much friendlier and open. Don't get me wrong, everyone is nice here, but they treat me like a local now, carrying on longer conversations etc because no one in their right mind would rent a dented old Subaru so I'm obviously not a tourist and am here to stay! 

Cockiness, hiking and pineapples

So I may have gotten a little cocky and done way more than I ever should do multiple days in a row. This isn't the first time I've done that and I guess it's good to learn my new limits in this environment but ouch! My cardiovascular system is clearly not doing it's thing because my legs hurt so bad even just lying here I need pain meds. I'm going to go out in a bit and walk to the beach to see if it helps, but right now my pineapple sheets and I are chilling out with the a/c. 
This flare up isn't causing the panic that the first one did because I've seen amazing things my body is capable of doing now. The number of days I was able to function at a high level was astounding and definitely gives us hope. Now, me being me, I'm going to test the limits of those amazing high functioning days. 
One thing I've missed is hiking. I used to love just walking and hiking through the outdoors. Anywhere I could just immerse myself in nature was always appealing to me. I prefer to hike alone actually to absorb the peace you get being away from civilization (even if it's only a couple of miles). Since all of this hit 9 ½ years ago that is one thing that just got completely eradicated from my life. Well, I now live in not only one of the most beautiful places in the world to hike, but in a climate that might allow me to do it! 
Sadly, my other loves of tennis and running are still off limits for fairly obvious reasons (brittle super inflamed spines don't like jarring or start/stop movements) but maybe they can be replaced with surfing and sailing? Or wind surfing! My upper body strength is much better than most people realize and that is definitely a requirement there! There will be other substitutes I know, just have to try some new things. Hula anyone?

As soon as we can get a routine established and it's not just a whirlwind of squeezing in fun activities among the mundane tasks of moving to a new state and shopping required for the move, I'm definitely trying to take a hike. Who's with me? 

Until then my pineapples and I will be here under the A/C. Until we get our first electric bill that is…. Yikes. 

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

School, cars and chipmunks

Days here are amazing. My ability to do everyday things has definitely increased. It's crazy. I'm still wary since we've been disappointed so many times. It could still be adrenaline from the excitement of the move or the vacation effect or the fact that M is home with us during the day…. It could be a million things. I'm not being pessimistic just realistic. I'm trying to not get my hopes up and I'm just enjoying these days as much as I possibly can. 
Yesterday was an eye opening "wow" kind of day. Our day went like this:
  1. Go to the kids school to tour it and register them (about 30 mins of STANDING and walking)
  2. Back to the house to load up the car with beach supplies then a 30 min drive to the Port in Honolulu to pick up our cars. M drove the rental car back to the airport while I followed with both kids in my car (!).
  3. We turned in the rental car and then drove back to the Port of Honolulu to get his car. 
  4. We then drove 30 mins to the Disney resort where I swam in the ocean fed lagoon, played with my kids on a paddle board and sat talking with friends. We then walked around the entire resort (we saw Goofy and Chip  n Dale!) meeting people, chatting with everyone and trading pins with our friends son. 
  5. Our friends left and we walked back around the resort looking for dinner ultimately deciding to just stop somewhere on the drive home. 
  6. Then I drove 30 mins back home. We got back at 9pm. We had begun our day at 10am. 

So for 11 hrs I participated in real life just like everyone else. I did need just a couple pain meds and coffee but that will never change and is just fine with me if it allows me such an amazing day. 

As we lay on the paddle board out in the salty lagoon my daughter and I chatted. I said to her:
"See, this is why we moved here. Look where I am right now. Where would I be in California?"
"In bed. In hibernation."
"Yep. So do you see a benefit now?"
"I guess so. I like it when you play with us"
"Me too baby"
And then I rocked the paddle board to knock her off into the water lol. This began a game between her, my son, our friends son and me of trying to knock each other off the paddle board. 
Later M, who was a little ways away from us during our game, told me he and our friend were saying they didn't know who was having more fun- me or the kids. 
I can guarantee it was me. 

Friday, July 12, 2019

Hidden Idiosyncrasies of chronic illness

I take for granted sometimes that people understand how difficult small tasks are for someone who is chronically ill/ in pain. I actually forget that getting off the couch to go refill your water bottle is not a monumentous event for "healthy" people. It doesn't cause them pain. They don't have to fight with their body to do it. It's easy, you tell your body to go and it goes. I'm sad to say that after 9 years I no longer remember that feeling. Every task put in front of me and everything I see, whether as simple as walking across a room, bending to pick something up or as painful as going to the beach or park or pool, it is immediately measured in my head as to the effort it will take, if I have enough strength to even do it and if it is worth that effort/ consequence. "Regular" people talk about things taking "effort" all the time so I almost don't like using that word because it doesn't accurately portray how difficult it is to do even the smallest of tasks.

One thing that isn't obviously difficult for anyone, but is for people in my situation is showering. I've explained why to a few
people and I constantly get "oh yeah, that makes sense". Showering back in the cold damp of northern California required many many spoons. I generally didn't have spoons to say shower AND go somewhere in the same day. I got used to taking showers at
night when I could. And always with the bathroom heater on high and only washing my hair periodically.
Showers are tough for many reasons:
1. Your body temperature fluctuates constantly in a shower since the water temperature is different than the air temp and the water hits different parts of your body constantly.
2. The effort of raising arms above the head is extremely difficult for many of us, so washing and conditioning hair is difficult.
3. Attempting to shave your legs is a nightmare. It's painful to bend over it's difficult to stand on one foot (turns purple and pins and needles).
4. Then there's getting out of the shower- sudden temperature change, more movement to dry and for some it's irritating to have textures rubbed against your skin (this happens to me sometimes) and then any sort of hair drying or product requires even more effort.
5. And you're still naked at that point! So you have to add getting dressed which is difficult
every time you do it and takes away spoons.

So, when I say showering is too much for me most days that's what I mean.

(There's a reason there's so many memes about this)

The GOOD news is that the first major difference I've noticed moving here is that showering doesn't require nearly as many spoons! The air and water temperature are almost exactly the same, there's no sudden change in temperature getting out and honestly you barely have to towel off because the heat will help that along! And for me personally I don't bother blow drying my hair here because it is curly so this humidity will just curl it right after I straighten it. So it can air dry with some hair gel. Getting dressed every day is shorts and tank top! No dreaded socks with the bending and twisting. Slip on flip flops and done.

This isn't something I anticipated being so much easier so it's a nice surprise! Score one for Hawaii!!!

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Sadness, sand and goats

"So far I don't see any benefit to moving here, you're still sick" - my 9 yr old daughter

Insert knife in heart and twist.

So, we are settling into our new town still looking for a rental to live in! So far we've seen 4 and none of us really loved any of them. So on we go.
We did get to go to a farm yesterday though and pick vegetables and play with chickens, goats and bunnies! I had a great health day yesterday. Went to the farm, looked at two houses. It was my first truly "good" day since we arrived on the island. All I can say is thank goodness I have 9 years worth of evidence that I in fact DO feel better here because otherwise I would be convinced we moved here for nothing. Like my poor daughter is.

For this upset little girl keep in mind there was a huge parade right on our street on the 4th of July, and that night we WALKED to the BEACH to watch fireworks with like the whole town, in 75 degree weather at night. Yesterday we went to a farm and then they went to the pool. They've gone to the beach 3 times. Some would see those things as benefits. But for all I can justify in my head that she's "just sad because of the move, she's feeling anxious because we have no permanent place to live, she hasn't made friends", etc it still worries me beyond belief that maybe she's right.

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Why would anyone move to paradise?



So how did we end up here?
Living in unpredictable cold weather was making so many things so much worse. W
have other reasons as well , but the thing that started it all was being told "it's probably not ALS, I'm pretty sure it's MS".
'Probably'? 'Pretty sure'? These phrases made us take a step back and take a serious look at our life.
We decided if it was ALS we were travelling the world as long as I could. If it was MS we were moving to have a simpler life where my husband could be home more and we could all enjoy each other.
The testing for MS went on seemingly forever, and when it ultimately came back negative we started to realize that this was just our life now diagnosis or not. The symptoms didn't magically disappear when  why they said it wasn't MS. And we decided it was time to make a change anyway to live a simpler life where we could enjoy each other and our kids more. Possibly help my health and enjoy whatever time we have left on this planet.

I've always wanted to live in Hawaii.  Since I was 13 years old and my parents took us to Maui for the first time it has been a goal. I remember saying even at 13 "I'm going to live in Hawaii someday and be a scuba instructor ".
Being scared you don't have much time left really re-prioritizes your life. Finding out it wasn't a death sentence but a chronic problem that could get worse didn't change things back.
But living your dream does take on a whole new weight. What if it sucks? I've been dreaming of this for 30 years! What if I ruin my kids lives moving for MY health?

We landed on moving to Oahu through a circuitous route involving Costa Rica, The Carolinas, Texas, the big island of Hawaii and then finally Honolulu. It just has more to offer young kids growing up and most importantly the best access to some of the best healthcare in the country. Yeah, Hawaii, who knew right? From there it was a five day trip with 6 hr days in the car visiting seemingly every town on the island to find where we belonged. When we hit the town of Kailua we just knew. We still gave other places a chance but nothing really felt like home like this small beach town.

So here's hoping! Taking off from your very comfortable life with no job, no place to live and all of your stuff on a boat in the Pacific really makes life itself stand out. We've got nothing but the clothes in our suitcases and a desire to live a fulfilling and healthier life.

Ma'i in the land of aloha

Back in time a bit to the actual move...
So, it turns out packing and shipping a four bedroom house and two cars to an island in the Pacific is a lot of hard physical work. Who knew? The mental and emotional work is pretty cumbersome as well I must say.
But, we did it. We arrived in our new town four days ago! I really don't want to diminish the amount of work we have put in (though I think with any "distance move" it would be an insane amount of work) but it's really not that interesting so we'll move on 😉

The week before the move we were happily inundated with people realizing how soon the move was coming and stopping by for a hug and a goodbye, to help pack, to bring food and to generally be the amazing friends we know and love.
The night before the official 'house packed into the truck day' we had one last driveway take out get together with our cherished neighbors and friends. This, however, was not enough for these lovely people and it was decided a mimosa bar and breakfast was in order the next morning, and lo and behold it was set up on our lawn at 8am waiting for the movers to show up. That table and chairs stayed there until we drove away at 6 (maybe 7?)pm. So as the truck was filling and we were popping in and out instructing and helping the movers, the day was filled with more people stopping for a mimosa, a chat or a parting hug and tears. It was the best send off anyone could ever ask for and those of you who know us and our life in San Mateo know how truly incredible our friends and neighbors are and how incredibly important they are to us.

My health,sadly as mentioned before, did not hold up through the weeks of packing, the loads of boxes and the all day front yard sun party and as we drove away from our beloved neighborhood it finally seemed to have permission to give out. And give out it did. In spectacular fashion. We stayed with my brother that night and I arrived sunburned, sweaty, shaking, struggling to breathe and on the verge of physical collapse. So sadly our last night in California was not spent sitting on my brothers patio laughing and talking one last time as I had (somewhat foolishly) envisioned, but with me passed out in bed with my 12 yr old niece rubbing aloe on my sunburned arms and shoulders because I was unable to move enough to do it. It sucked, but that same wonderful niece made me a gluten free, dairy free pineapple upside down cake also so it wasn't all bad.

It is what it is and is a normal part of our existence so not really a surprise to anyone. Especially the fact that I was in that position because I am not so bright and physically way way overdid it…. 😜

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Well we did it!

We moved our family to Hawaii. For my health. There are lots of feelings, sadness and regret around why we moved here, but I am mostly dealing with them. It's hard to be the reason your kids are unhappy. It's hard to be the reason we left so many amazing people in California. But it's heart warming to know that we have so much support in the move as well from incredible family and friends who just want what's best for us.

The difficult part today is that I've been in bed since we got here.
Not the way to start off a move that's supposed to be great for my health, right?

The move is the cause. Packing up a 4 bedroom house and 2 cars to ship across an ocean is a pretty big amount of work. And I can't even describe how much I overdid it. My body was breaking down before we even left the bay.  So, here we are.

It's surreal being here right now for me because it feels so natural yet dreamlike. I get excited when I think about the fact that I get to stay this time! Every year when we visit I threaten to just stay. I'm not sure if everyone realized I was serious... 

This move is the culmination of a dream I've had for 30 years along with the desire to live a more relaxed life, work and commute fewer hours, spend more time with our kids and just live our life in a family oriented community without the outside pressure we were feeling in the bay. And yes hopefully will lead to better health. So far I have to say I think we picked the perfect town and place. The people have been warm and welcoming and the feeling of aloha is alive and well! Now we'll have to see how this whole thing works out.... 😉

Meanwhile the view out my window....

Sadly not the view from my bed though. Lol.