There’s no magic. It often comes as a surprise to me when I meditate. There’s no magic in the meditation that will take away what is present in this moment. Damn.
In 1998 I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia (FMS). This was the year I was to start my second career as a psychologist in private practice. It was also the year Frank and I had marked as the beginning of realizing our dream of working less and writing more. We had planned carefully so that the finances would even out over the next 30 years and, having lived on one income for 15 years, we were confident that two working adults could figure out the math. We hoped to be free for 1/3 of the week to follow our dreams and pay off the 5 digit debt from my studies. I remember that we left for a vacation the hour after my appointment with the Rheumatologist. I don’t remember much about the vacation. There is no test that will diagnose FMS; usually physicians poke at the 18 trigger points and as you hit the roof or curl up in agony, they proclaim, “Yup, that’s positive.” Other symptoms are unrelenting fatigue, sleep disturbances, aching joints, and a low tolerance for fools.
Perhaps I jest about the tolerance for fools but not really. FMS is a disease that has been (and sometimes still is) relegated to the “it’s all in your mind” which took over “it’s a woman thing” from medical ages past. During graduate school, I recall being so fatigued and fuzzy that even I thought something was wrong. At the appointment with my MD, I described my symptoms. “You’re just bored,” he intoned. “All that sitting in classes listening to boring things.” Things have changed since those Dark Ages in the 1990’s. We are better informed and the diagnosis is not faith-based (physicians now rarely say “I don’t believe in Fibromyalgia!”). What has not changed is the attitude we hold to the disease. On the day I was diagnosed, I rebelled. This was not possib le and I was determined to prove it by working a full-time pace and doing every thing else at twice the intensity. It didn’t take long to burn out and, humbled by my body’s power over me, I surrendered.
Looking back I can see this was a deeply challenging practice in facing my greed. I wanted the life I didn’t have. I wanted more of the life I had before. I wanted the bright, sparkly things a higher salary bracket would bring me. I wanted those cruises, trips to Europe, new cars, wardrobes and 2 hour gym sessions with a personal trainer. I wanted to be like Oprah! It was also a deep practice in meeting my aversion to what was present in this moment. I didn’t want the breath-stilling fatigue, the inability to think a straight line, the aching joints. I hated the reality of trembling muscles and legs that failed because the brain signals to move couldn’t activate them. Blindness helped to push me past my limits. I ignored the impact on me as I tried to meet my obligations with work, family, and friends.
In reality, none of the things I thought had been taken from me would ever have been mine anyway. Nevertheless, it felt like a real loss. I didn’t know this at the time but what was left was not the truth of my pain but who I became in its presence. The gift of fuzzy thinking was an agonizing experience of each moment. Only this moment was manageable. Sadly, I don’t tend to learn when the lesson is given in building blocks. As I became more and more resentful of the direction my life had taken, I took on all the wellness practices – meditation, yoga, mindfulness, vegetarianism – with a vengeance. The magic of each ran out quickly and, once extinguished, I was left even more desperate for a fix (in all senses of the word). “Wellness” was now an addiction. The more I wanted “it,” the more I fell into a practice of greed.
That would become the focus of my practice for the next ten years.
Tomorrow: The work of greed in living well.
Thanks to Toni Bernhard, author of How to be Sick, for the inspiration to write this week’s posts.
I was married to a woman with fibromyalgia and know the debilitating effect it can have on one’s life. And, as you note, the self-inflicting sufferings that come with the disease bring the Buddha’s “two arrows” teachings into sharp focus – if we choose to look. Thank you for looking.
Thanks, Barry. It just takes too much energy to look away! So much easier to just practice. 🙂
Yeah, isn’t it a bummer that there is no magic pill and meditation doesn’t make things better! (Not even this present moment either…)
I don’t have FMS but I have what is called “Adrenal Fatigue”, a condition similar to Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, (which has very similar symptoms) on top of other chronic health issues. The AF knocked me on my ass for 2 years a while back, and continues to do so when I’m under a lot of stress, and I recently found out – exercise! So “Wellness Programs” have not always been helpful here either. And yes indeed resentment visits my door often. But I also realize that this body has given me the opportunity to deepen inwardly – to follow the path with more intention…
What gets me through is seeing everything within a greater context of the totality of life experience – cause sometimes the “present moment” is a bitch 🙂 Sometimes just stepping back into what is Looking, what is experiencing this experience and allowing is enough to remember WHO I really am in every moment – the essence that never changes type thing…Who you ARE in its presence… And always one moment at a time… .
I love your picture today! What is that?
Heart Hugs ~ Christine
Hey, Christine! I’ve been enjoying the views out your windows! The picture is a crafty crop of a really bad shot of the lake we were at this summer. I think that’s a cedar.
So true about the present moment being a bitch :-D! It’s hard not buy into the mindfulness propaganda of instant relief and life being wonderful if you just do X or Y. No one wants to hear that it’s a learning, a re-learning,that requires profound honesty about our intentions in this moment.
Heart hugs backatcha!