Busy, busy, busy, so get out the sewing machine

Apparently, I do crafty stuff whenever I’m super stressed and have WAY too much real-life stuff to do. Apparently, I also love starting a project much more than I actually like sewing it together. Maybe Alana and I could become a team? I’ll pick out all the fabric, find the perfect pattern, cut the pieces out, and then hand her the instructions. Those are the things she hates doing!!

Since I have a million things to do and this week has been insanely hard emotionally (more on that later, I promise), I decided to go to prayers tonight and then stop by the fabric store on the way home. I’ve been looking for the perfect fabric for a new skirt, and I think I found it!!

the skirt with the front ruffle

crushed linen/rayon blend

I’ve got the pattern pieces all cut out, and the fabric is in the washer as I write. I’m excited!!! I’ve never sewn rayon before, and I’ve actually never worn crushed linen before, so this should be exciting!!

For those of you who are wondering, yes, I do still have the dress and the quilt to finish. The dress is almost finished, but it looks like a potato sack on me. Maybe I should try it on again because I gained three pounds. Anyways, I haven’t figured out how to make it fit correctly, so it’s in my stack of incomplete projects. The quilt is almost insert air quotes here finished. The only thing left is a few of the pieces weren’t sewn on straight, so I have to sew them on correctly. Then I need to lay out all the blocks and sew them together. I’ve convinced myself that I need a lot of time and an empty floor in order to do that, and having a busy/stressful life is not exactly the recipe for that. (Or so my brain keeps telling me.)

I have a stack of projects each in a gallon-sized resealable bag in my closet. In addition to the dress and the quilt, there’s another dress(!) and a top. The top I found when I was clearing away some space in my closet to put these project bags!! I think I cut that one out 18 months ago.

someecards.com - But I can't clean up those projects yet.... I'm still working on all 6 of them. #didIjustsaythat #grownupwoes

Abigail

P.S. Yes, that is my very first e-card!! Now I truly feel grown-up.

HAWMC 22: Day to Day

Today’s the day. My prompt is featured!!!! (insert happy dance!)

Sunrise by Sean MacEntee

For me, it’s the sun rising each and every day that really encourages me to keep going. It’s so simple, so ordinary. But it’s power is amazing.

No matter what happens: no matter how badly I’m feeling or how badly I think I’ve messed up or how mean the rest of the world is or how terrible it is to have a chronic illness — the sun rises every day. Like the rainbow in the sky, it’s God’s promise to me that no matter what, He’s in control and His presence is with me. I can see His glory surrounding me. He’s the Creator, the One who created life and continues the work of renewal throughout creation. It’s a sign of a fresh beginning, another opportunity to live another day that will count before God and man.

You know what? It seems so simple, so ordinary. But the fact that the sun came up today? It keeps me going. Because I see the power of forgiveness, the work of resurrection, the promise of life. And I’m reminded that the heavens do rule! So I can start the day singing…

A new day has dawned
The saints are going on
The glory of the Lord is coming down.
All around me I can see,
There are signs of victory.
Hallelujah! A new day has dawned.

Grateful for the ordinary,

Abigail

Amorphous Blob 17.68192

or something like that.

I have to rewrite my entire dissertation proposal by Friday. And it’s going really badly. All I have right now are loads and loads of crumpled up drafts on the floor. I keep telling myself that all I need to do is to make it through this week, but it’s not working very well.

It doesn’t help either that I’ve been in a lot of pain and haven’t really been able to eat much. Fortunately I’m seeing Dr. Leo tomorrow. That’s about the only positive highlight of the week. Well, that and Hannah has her baby!! So hopefully I’ll get to meet him soon. :) Otherwise, it’s write and grade everlasting.

Here’s a quick cartoon for what’s going through my head:

Abigail

in which Timothy & Grace are confirmed

Timothy & Grace were confirmed today. I was able to attend the service and sit with some of the folks from our congregation. It was really awesome. Our chapel seats 60 at absolute max (if you include the organist, etc.) We have about 15 people on average at prayers. So it was super cool to see between 15-20 at a much larger chapel for the confirmation service.

Almost all of us are converts to this denomination, so it was interesting explaining to each other what the different things were. There were some pretty funny conversations, like, Wait. We just skipped something in the prayer book. Where are we in the service? Or, What function is that random person standing over there? (the sponsor). Ummm, the choir just started singing a random hymn. Can you find it in the hymnal? Or the best: we were singing “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” and all of a sudden, Chad had this confused look on his face. He knows that hymn inside and out, but he was totally thrown off because the choir director had written a new verse and he didn’t know the words. All of a sudden, those of us in the pew behind him were trying not to laugh as he scrambled to find his program!!

All in all, it was a great experience. The sermon was really awesome. The singing was beautiful. But mostly I was just reflecting on how far God’s brought me and the people He’s placed around me. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t take communion. It didn’t matter that I liked having the Scripture out for Scripture reading. I felt like there was a whole group of us who were in this together. Those being confirmed, those supporting. We were all there for each other. Because we care about each other. And that’s what friends do.

If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together. (1 Cor 9:22)

Grateful & blessed,
Abigail

HAWMC 15: Post Swap

I got paired with the lovely Sarah McMillan at The Master Patient. We decided to interview each other about living with invisible illnesses. We have similar diseases and are at the same stage of life (more or less), but we actually have different perspectives on some of these questions. Read away & also check out my interview here!


Sarah McMillanBackground

My name is Sarah E. McMillan and I am a blogger at The Master Patient http://www.themasterpatient.com. I have Marfan syndrome, a connective tissue disorder that primarily affects my heart, eye, bones and joints. I am also legally blind and write a lot about my experience with invisible disability. I started The Master Patient to integrate my roles as a social researcher with my lived experience as a patient.

Q: How do you find out about your illness? Was this something that came about suddenly? Did it take a while to find the right answer?
A: I was diagnosed with Marfan syndrome (MFS) when I was two and a half, so for me, there wasn’t a specific moment in my life where I remember learning about my illness. Everything about my diagnosis I learned from my parents because I was too young to know what was happening and to be honest, I never asked much about the circumstances around it. I don’t have a “diagnosis” story, like most people with a chronic illness do; I guess I just always knew I had MFS. I remember my mom giving a presentation to my elementary school class about it. My pediatrician first suspected MFS because of my vision and heart problems, which are classic symptoms of the disorder. I fit the clinical diagnosis pretty well so that was that, there is no ambiguity around whether or not I have it, even without being genetically tested for it. For me the moment that stands out about my illness is my heart surgery when I was 10, rather than going through the process of diagnosis.

Q: What do you do when people ask you why you’re sick? (or why you’re still sick)?

A: To be honest, I never use the word ‘sick’, mostly because I don’t feel that I am ‘sick’. I actually even dislike using the word ‘illness’ and when I write about myself as having an illness, I always have that pang of ughhh. I don’t know how else to describe that feeling. To me, being sick is like having a cold or a flu, not living with a chronic disease. Did I mention that I hate the word ‘disease’ even more? Condition, chronic condition makes me feel the most comfortable. To answer the question, not many people ask me why I am sick, probably because I don’t view myself that way or present my condition that way either. There are some things I cannot do because of MFS, such as going on roller coasters (my heart) or drive (my vision) so those things come up more often. People are generally more intrigued by the fact that I am legally blind than my MSF because I appear to them as being fully sighted.

Q: How do you find a balance between being sick and not letting being sick define you? Or is there a way to redefine yourself through illness?

A: This is a good question and one I have been trying to figure out for years now. I actually wrote my graduate thesis on medicalized identity for individuals with a Marfan syndrome diagnosis because of my quest to incorporate MFS into my life. Since I have grown up with my MFS, I am not like other people who have a pre-diagnosis life and then a post-diagnosis life, but I still feel like I am redefining myself all the time, especially as I keep on exploring what living with MFS means in my life. I think it is obvious that it has shaped my life and who I am. However, I am only starting to accept that now. I spent a great deal of time in highschool and university pushing away the part of me that identified with having this condition because of the stigma that is attached to illness. For me, I found (and still find) it difficult to incorporate my illness into my identity when the whole world views illness as something that is negative, pathological and abnormal. What I have realized is that I cannot be my authentic self if I do not accept my condition and so I am slowing trying to accept it. What I really wish is that people would stop putting such a premium on being ‘healthy’.. wishful thinking.

Q: What’s one thing that you’ve learned about yourself in the past year or so, as a patient or as an activist?

A: Hmmm this is tough because I have learned a lot about myself this year. I would say the biggest thing is I am learning to be more open about my condition with others and accepting of my condition within myself. That was one of my goals for establishing The Master Patient in the first place. I guess that falls into the area of both patient and activist!


Thank you so much Sarah!!

Abigail Cashelle

A New Favorite Phrase

There have been a lot of changes in the air in Abigail world. It’s been a lot to think about all at the same time, and I keep thinking that I can’t wait until the day when the dust settles and I can actually hear myself think!!

Anyhow, I’ve been talking to my close friends like Grace and Bethany, Alana and Tabitha, and Aaron and Elliot and some readers actually. We’ve talked about just about every aspect of all these changes. I’ve even talked to physicians and former professors and current colleagues. There’s been one recurring phrase: I’ll be praying for you.

That’s been extremely comforting. I love the idea of being covered in the Body. And, I really do feel peace from God to transition out of certain things in my life. It seems that God’s calling for some big changes.

I’m nervous though. It looks like a lot of changes will happen very quickly. I don’t know what the future holds exactly. But, I’m extremely grateful to be held in your prayers. Because if there’s one thing for sure in this world, it’s God.

Abigail Cashelle

in which I still do not like dogs

I visited Grace today. I needed to escape the ravenous lion and school and life in general.

The thing is Grace comes with Micah (the dog). Micah greeted me at the door. Grace said that they’re trying to encourage Micah to sit on command and then let a person pet him. So she asked me to try it.

Problem: I am only (somewhat) comfortable with Micah because we’re good at ignoring each other. So when he greeted me all jumpyly, I backed up. ::wrong response:: Ok. So I said Sit, but then, apparently, you have to command with your finger as well. By the time, I got the command all straight, Micah sat. We never did get the pat down. But I think at this point, it’s probably a miracle that I Abigail commanded a dog to sit and he did. And we’re still friends.

Making progress on this thing called life,
Abigail