We are a walking, talking, living anomaly when compared to the walking, talking, living outside world. Inside our home, inside our family, the way we live, the things we do, our routine and rhythm are normal. From the perspective of the outside world, from my own perspective circa 2004, not so much with the normal, from those views, our life is the opposite of the normal life.
I know Marty and I live an abnormal life because we used to be very “normal” and I recognize “normal”, for most of my life I was the very definition of “normal”.
You know the old saw, look it up in the dictionary and you will find my portrait, my portrait from seven years ago, right next to the normal definition of “normal”. We had two kids, two cars, a dog, a cat, a mortgage, two jobs, friends, family, conflict and resolution. We had the typical middle-class life with the typical middle-class real and emotional junk.
It’s amazing how fast the abnormal becomes normal. It’s amazing how quick the adaptation process takes hold and what was once unbelievable, what was once completely and totally foreign, becomes routine, becomes part of a new life, becomes who you are, what you are and how you live your life.
What we didn’t have seven years ago was a wheelchair, we didn’t have caregivers living in our house 24 hours a day, we didn’t worry about health insurance or the cost of health care, we didn’t worry about health in general, we didn’t have a potpourri of medical equipment or a virtual pharmacy in our house. None of that stuff can be classified as normal.
We didn’t have to worry about available handicap parking or if a building was accessible, we just didn’t have to do things that are now a routine part of our life, stuff that no one who understands normal would consider normal.
Back when I was normal I didn’t like sick people, they made me really nervous. I would never have thought that the life we now live, our new normal, would ever become everyday living for us. I was afraid of hospitals, doctors and the people that frequented those places, you know, sick people.
I was uncomfortable with disability; I was never comfortable with those afflicted with catastrophic, chronic illness, I never knew what to say or what to do. I found it hard, uncomfortable to visit with clearly ill or broken people, I felt out of place reaching down to touch someone who was in a wheelchair, I was not comfortable with illness, certainly not devastating life altering chronic illness.
The everyday things our family now experiences as normal life, checking blood pressure, monitoring oxygen levels, monitoring blood sugar, suctioning, and breathing treatments are not parts of most people’s lives. Spending time surfing the web shopping for the right deals or the new device on the plethora of medical supply web sites becomes part of job. Lifting Marty from her chair to help move her to another chair is not something I would have thought ever needed to be one of my skill sets.
If we are going somewhere for more than a few hours we take supplies, we take hygiene items, we take a nebulizer, we take oxygen, we take instruments and tools and the ever present wheel chair, it’s not normal, but it is what we do though, all the time.
Wheelchairs, using wheelchairs as a required means of transportation is not normal, figuring out how to maneuver a wheelchair through the maze of the world is not normal, advance reconnoitering to know if you can get a wheelchair into a restaurant, is not normal behavior. It has become normal for us, it is now second nature, it is a part of how our whole family, me, our children, my family, her family, our friends, now have to live.
How do you get to where this is normal? It’s really simple; you don’t think about it, you just do it. You just haul the stuff, you do the procedures, you focus on the lifting, you let the wheelchair and all of the other pieces become vital tools of the house and eventually it all becomes part of the normal rhythm and ebb and flow of your life.
Our lives, the changes we have made, are a testament to the resilience and the ability of humans to adapt. Marty adapted, I changed, the kids changed, Marty’s family accepted, my family accepted, we all evolved, just like other families who experience chronic illness or some other life altering event. Human beings adapt, hundreds of thousands figure it out every day, thank God.
I can’t imagine living our life today with the eyes I had ten years ago, I couldn’t have done it, I wouldn’t have done it, we have all had our view of normal radically altered. We couldn’t have survived without the ability to understand, to accept, to change, to evolve.