Is this NationalÂ Chronic Pain Month? I’ve been battling deep pain in my right hip — 14 years after it was replaced — and several of my friends are recovering from surgery or dealing with other painful health issues. With that in mind, I’m posting an earlier essay I wrote after my last hip replacement surgery. . . .
THE GIFT OF RECEIVING
August 29, 2002
A few years ago, when I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis in both hips, I read everything I could find about coping with chronic pain and illness. I was amazed at how often Iâ€™d stumble on a paragraph that advised patients to â€œlook for the gift in your pain.â€
Pain is a gift? Thanks, but no thanks, Iâ€™d mutter to myself. I had just turned 44 and hadnâ€™t planned on slowing down so soon.Â I still had miles to travel with my journalism career — and a family that included a very active teenager. If pain was my gift, well, where was the return policy?
Within a year of my diagnosis, the disease progressed so quickly that total hip replacement surgery was my only option. By that time, I was unable to walk without assistive devices. Even on a good day, it hurt so much to crawl out of bed that I refused to unplug my heating pad and leave the house. Suddenly I was disabled â€“ and even qualified for a â€œhandicappedâ€ parking permit.
Having been fit and active most of my adult life, I was way too proud to let others watch me struggle on a walker. I hated toÂ appear needy. I started canceling lunch dates and appointments, and tried to hide behind a steely mask of self-sufficiency.
But my closest friends and family didnâ€™t buy any of it. And it was through their patience and love that I finally discovered the â€œgiftâ€ in chronic pain: It slowly unravels your pride and opens you to the boundless generosity of other people.
â€œSurrender is no small feat in a culture that applauds the strong, the independent, and the self-sufficient,â€ writes Victorian Moran in Creating A Charmed Life: Sensible Spiritual Secrets Every Busy Woman Should Know (HarperSanFrancisco). â€œThat heroic stuff is fine when the problem is something we can handle through our own self-sufficiency. But nobody climbs a mountain alone.â€
Of course, stubborn self-reliance isnâ€™t the sole province of the disabled.
Most women I know pride themselves on being nurturers, fixers, problem-solvers, givers. Weâ€™ll supply all the brownies for the bake sale at school after weâ€™ve organized the rummage sale at church. Weâ€™ll rearrange our schedules to baby-sit other peopleâ€™s kids. Just ask, and weâ€™ll triple our workload at the office and still make it to the evening PTA meeting. Yet some of us would rather have a wisdom tooth pulled than ask somebody else for a favor when we need it. As a girlfriend told me recently, â€œItâ€™s my job to be the glue that holds everyone and everything together. I canâ€™t ask for help.â€
The truth is, people who care about us really do want to help — if only weâ€™d drop the mask of total self-sufficiency and admit that weâ€™re not all-powerful all the time.
Discussing the aftermath of September 11 and the clean-up at Ground Zero, a talk show host suggested that if anything positive rose from the ashes of the tragedy, it was that America quickly evolved from a â€œMeâ€ nation into a â€œWeâ€ nation. As she explained it, even the most self-absorbed among us realized that we cannot function as loners or islands. We need each other.
It was a good lesson for me to review immediately after my first hip replacement surgery. Strapped to a hospital bed and hooked up to several intravenous tubes, I was hit with the sobering reality that I wasnâ€™t going anywhere by myself.
And during the early weeks of my recovery, I had no choice but to graciously accept support from my family and friends. When my husband processed mountains of laundry at home, I tried not to feel guilty. When our neighbors sent casseroles or offered to drive my carpool shift to school, I swallowed my pride and allowed their care to work like a healing balm. And it did.
As hard as it was to surrender, I discovered thereâ€™s real strength in vulnerability.
Deep down, I still believe itâ€™s more blessed to give than to receive. And I still believe that putting the needs of others first isnâ€™t such a bad precept to live by — unless it renders you incapable of accepting a favor or asking for help when you really need it.
Nobody climbs her mountain alone.
— This essay is excerpted from my book of published columns and essays, Writing Home (Hearth Stone Books; 2005). It was published in Chicken Soup for the Soul (Healthy Living Series) and reprinted in Catholic Digest, April 2007. It was also featured on Sirius Catholic Radio.