It's been a few days since an update with good reason. The past days have been really tough to get through emotionally. I'll get to that all in a moment, let me deal with the trivial physical stuff first:
I'm still having a bit of trouble sleeping without getting night sweats. For instance, this morning I woke at 5AM soaked in sweat and just sat in a hot tub of water for 30-45 minutes, almost falling asleep. My appetite has been good. I'm going to need it. I'm down to 140lbs. This is not good.
All of this may have been affecting my emotions recently. On Tuesday, Sarah and I went for a walk around the block - the first time I'd done any physical activity outside of the house in quite some time. But rather than make me feel better, it actually struck somewhere inside of me to really upset me. My body, which led me up Africa's highest mountain one year ago, was now havig difficulty getting around the block. I broke.
And I broke. And I broke. And I couldn't control myself anymore. I was so tired - possibly from lack of a good night's sleep, maybe from malnutrition - but I couldn't stop myself from crying. I had never experienced anything like this before. And it continued on for the next day too - my body didn't want to move, I wouldn't say that I wanted to die, but I definitely didn't have anything inside to help me fight against it and this scared me.
All of my life, I had been the type of person who could deal with stress head on - putting things into perspective and finding some inner strength to get me through. Here I was feeling hopeless because I would sit on the couch and while not feeling particularly bad about anything at in particular, I would just cry. And I couldn't stop it.
If I was this weak now, how could I ever hope to be strong enough when this disease got tough?
I've been able to get out of this pothole for the time being with the help of some of my mom's Xanax, some sleep and lots of calls and emails from friends who have been super-supportive. But I have a new understanding of people who go through depression and need medication to help them. I never understood why, until now.
