I wrote this poem at the beginning of the year. I'm posting it today in honor of the
grand opening of the Whittemore Peterson Institute in Reno, Nevada. (Permission to reprint the following poem is granted by the author if reprinted in full, including copyright line, and linking back to this blog at http://www.GivenMeaThorn.blogspot.com If you are not familiar with my journey though "Chronic Fatigue Syndrome," or XMRV- Associated Neuro-Immune Disease, you may want to start
here.)
What's In a Name?
Head pounding
Throat burning
Pain radiates up
Into my teeth, into my ears
I'm hot
Wait, I'm freezing
Sweats and fevers
Come and go
Snuggled down in bed
In my softest jammies
Hoping for relief in slumber
Elusive sleep refuses to come
Thoughts wear me down by racing at manic speed
Of an unstoppable bullet train
Or are as muddied as trying to gain a clear view of sea life
While snorkeling in pea soup
The weight of my pajamas brings pain
Agony from every point of contact with the bed
Cozy blankets feel like sandpaper against my skin
Invisible icepicks stab randomly at my body
Where there's no pain
Tingling or numbness instead
Muscles randomly twitch and jump
Sudden weakness and I loose grasp of what I hold
The room whirls
I'm dizzy even lying flat
When I walk haltingly down the hall
I feel for the wall to keep my balance
At least I don't have hives tonight
Something to be thankful for in this moment
They come and go, here nearly as often as not
I'm glad they have not chosen to visit right now
How can I feel ravenously hungry
And nauseous all at the same time?
The thought of food turns my stomach
Yet I crave something to eat, just don't know what
My limbs feel like lead
The weight packing onto my body
Because I cannot tolerate the simplest of exercise
Only compounds my frustration
Movement saps limited reserves
I try to lie still; it works for a moment
Before waves of pain tip the scale
I writhe to keep from crying out
Every breath an effort
Not “pain” exactly, a distinct heaviness
Exhausting to push chest in and out
Would be easier not to inhale
Depressed? Want to die?
No!
Just putting my reality down on paper
Rather than wearing my loved ones out with my complaints
My nemesis has been given many titles:
The belittling “Yuppy Flu”
A pathetically nondescript “Chronic Fatigue Syndrome”
The slightly more accurate mantle of “Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome”
And after nearly 20 years of this living nightmare
Finally a name that gives credence to the seriousness of my condition
Who would have thought I would find affirmation
Even relief, in testing positive for a life-altering retrovirus? It's the validation that brings me gladness
I've been sick all along...
And now IT has a real name
*Since the original writing of this poem,
HGRAD, standing for
Human Gamma Retrovirus (HGRV) Associated Disease, seems to be the more scientifically correct name, replacing "XAND" as "XMRV" was not originally well named from a technical standpoint, being a clearly human virus, rather than murine (mouse) in nature.
© Copyright, Jennifer Saake, 2010
Update, February 2011:
This poem has placed in the
top 20 in a worldwide poetry contest at
InvisibleDisesases.com.