I’ll continue to do what I love, despite the FSHD ‘hangovers’
FSHD exacts a toll on this columnist when he is out and about
My wife, Wendy, and I had a wonderful Sunday recently. We rose early and hit the road to Shanksville, Pennsylvania, where we had lived for over 41 years before moving to Pittsburgh to be closer to our kids and grandkids.
I’d agreed to play for the 10:30 a.m. service at our former church, the Unity United Church of Christ. I needed to arrive at around 9:15 a.m. to rehearse with Jeannie and Tammy, two of the singers from my former contemporary Christian group. The rehearsal went well and we were ready to go by 10 a.m.
John, the church’s soundman, asked me if he should play one of the 10 hymn CDs I’d recorded, as he usually does while people gather for the service. I told him it wasn’t necessary, as I’d play some live music since I was there in person.
The church service went well. Tammy and Jeannie did a beautiful job on their songs.
The children’s choir also sang beautifully. I’d played for that choir for nearly 40 years. Since I’m no longer at Unity, the kids sang along with a prerecorded background track. I was happy to see that they are continuing to sing. They also performed a number on bells, which is something brand new for Unity.
Wendy and I picked a great day to make the two-hour drive. After the church service, there was a traditional covered-dish dinner. We enjoyed a wonderful meal with our Unity church family, which gave us additional time to catch up with many old friends.
Wendy struggled a bit on the drive home, which she blamed on the tryptophan from the delicious turkey. She’s an excellent driver, though, and we arrived back home around 3:45 p.m. without any problems.
Next we went to Pittsburgh’s downtown theater district, where we enjoyed a performance of “MJ The Musical.”
Altogether, it was a wonderful day, filled with a lot of music, family, friends, fellowship, and food. Sadly, though, the following Monday, I had an “FSHD hangover,” caused by my facioscapulohumeral muscular dystrophy.
I’ve been drunk three times in my life: once in high school, once in college, and once when I was in my 20s. I’m not sure why it took me three times to realize that whatever pleasure I got from alcohol just wasn’t worth how awful I felt the next day. Since then, even when performing professionally at bars and nightclubs with various musical groups, I prefer to stay sober, with only the occasional toast, perhaps for New Year’s Eve or at a wedding.
An FSHD hangover is different than an alcohol-induced one. Fortunately, an FSHD hangover doesn’t include the nausea, throwing up, or dizziness. Unfortunately, as usual, my FSHD hangover the following Monday did include major aches and pains. Even when I sat perfectly still, some body parts were complaining. I felt much worse if I tried to move an arm, shrug a shoulder, or stand up.
There’s a major difference when I compare my recent FSHD hangover with my memories of past alcohol-induced hangovers. I never plan on getting drunk again, but I do plan on continuing the kinds of things I did on that recent Sunday, even if they cause an FSHD hangover.
I’m making a conscious decision to continue doing things that I enjoy. For now, it’s worth it. These days, “One Day at a Time,” one of the songs I include in my nursing home performances, expresses it best. I believe God will “give me the strength to do everything that I have to do,” even if it causes me some pain.
I’ll have to revisit this decision at some point down the road as my FSHD progresses. However, at least for today, FSHD isn’t in charge of my life. I am. I’m praying it stays that way for a long time to come.
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Connie Rabbits
Robin, you are a true hero! You may be the strongest person I know.
Rob Stemple
Not me, Connie. I'm a living example of what the apostle, Paul was talking about when he said, "GOD's strength is made perfect in my weakness." I'd love to catch up with you and a few other classmates. Do you know if there's a 50th class reunion in the works?
Laura Kelly
I pray it stays that way for a long time also!
Robin Stemple
Thanks, Laura. Hope to see you on Facebook next Wednesday for some sing-along Christmas music! GOD bless!
Robin Carlino
Oh Rob, thanks so much for sharing this. I've never thought about having an FSHD hangover, although it is a very appropriate phrase for our struggles the following day, after overdoing it. I rarely drink alcohol because of artificial heart valves and taking warfarin. Everything I eat or drink seems to interact with it. I willingly commit to trying not to overdo it. It's a problem because my body and I lied to each other fir so long! I wasn't diagnosed with FSHD until age 55. I had been diagnosed with congestive heart failure from undiagnosed Rheumatic Fever at age 34 and have had surgery to replace 2 heart valves twice. So now I try to be honest with myself and limit what I try to do. It's not as much fun, but the aftermath is much easier.
I enjoy having you in our Wellness group. You add a lot to it.
Blessings,
Robin
xo+
Rob Stemple
Thanks, Robin. Sometimes, I don't do well at saying no when I know I'm going to pay the price the next day. Have to work on that! GOD bless!
Debra Love
Love hearing from you Rob... let's keep on letting Christ empower us from within!!