In describing my life, most would likely characterize me as a devoted mother. They might highlight my creativity and dedication, but few would associate me with illness. To the casual observer, I appear healthy; my chronic condition is not immediately visible. The only indications might be my discreet medical ID bracelet, hidden beneath my watch, or the alarm on my phone signaling it’s time for a medication. However, most people are unaware of the struggles I face daily.
To clarify, I am not bedridden or disabled in the conventional sense, but I do live with a chronic condition that fundamentally shapes my existence. I am hypopituitary, a diagnosis that emerged following surgery to remove a tumor from my pituitary gland. This critical gland was unable to be preserved, leaving me reliant on a complex regimen of medications to replace the hormones and cortisol that my body can no longer produce.
At first glance, this may not seem significant. Yet, without the proper function of this “master gland,” my body cannot sustain itself. I take various medications: one for thyroid function, another to prevent early menopause, additional pills for kidney regulation, and crucially, one to substitute the cortisol I lack. This last medication complicates matters. In stressful situations, illness, or injury, my husband must administer a dexamethasone shot to prevent me from slipping into a coma. I carry these emergency injections with me at all times.
What weighs most heavily on my heart is the awareness my daughter has regarding my health. From the age of three, I’ve had to teach her how to contact her father in case I lose consciousness while he’s away. Now that she’s five, her concern is palpable. When she sees me resting, her instinct is to ask, “Mommy, are you OK? Should I call Daddy?” This reality is devastating. I never envisioned my child needing to care for me at such a young age, especially when I’m only in my thirties.
Moreover, my illness limits my ability to care for her during her times of need. While I can manage minor ailments like a cold, anything more severe—such as strep throat or a stomach virus—forces me to keep my distance, fearing the consequences of exposure. This inability to comfort my child when she’s unwell is perhaps the most painful aspect of my condition.
Our family life is also impacted by my health. We’ve missed countless events, from birthday parties to vacations, due to the risk of illness in crowded settings. Recently, I had to keep my daughter home from school because another child came in after being sick, which left her in tears wanting to be with her friends. Similarly, we had to cancel a much-anticipated trip due to concerns over infectious mosquitoes, leaving her heartbroken.
As mothers, it is natural to desire happiness and health for our children. However, I find myself inadvertently imposing my own fears onto her. She has developed an obsession with hand sanitizer and immediately bathes upon returning home from school. I notice her growing cautiousness around me, as if she fears I might break. When one of her grandmothers approaches for a kiss, she seriously reminds, “It’s cold and flu season, Nana.” While I find humor in this, I am also reminded of the need to rein in my anxieties, leaving me feeling defeated.
Those aware of my health condition frequently inquire about my well-being, and I consistently respond that I’m doing great. The truth is far more complex; I grapple with anger—not just at my situation but at the impact it has on my family, particularly my daughter. I live with a constant fear of illness, whether from food poisoning or a contagious virus, and I dread the thought that she might one day resent me for the childhood experiences she missed because of my condition.
The notion that she may one day recount how I ruined her childhood by forcing her into a caretaker role haunts me, as does the fear that she might inherit my condition.
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In summary, living with a chronic illness profoundly affects my role as a parent. The emotional turmoil of balancing my health needs and my responsibilities to my daughter creates a unique challenge that weighs heavily on my heart.
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