Missing the ‘Old Me’ on the Fourth of July

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by Brittany Foster |

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Celebrating the Fourth of July looks a lot like wearing red-white-and-blue bathing suits, sipping drinks with a straw in a festive cup, floating around on inflatable flamingos in a pool, relaxing in the sun, cookouts with family and friends, going to parades, and watching fireworks. My social media accounts were filled with pictures from these celebrations.

Looking at other people’s pictures from the weekend, I started feeling jealous. I was jealous of my friends sporting their tans that seemed so effortless. I was jealous of the pictures of people drinking and partying, the ones taking vacations and long weekend getaways. I was jealous because I was struggling with remembering who I once was this time of year.

Although it was great to be around my family and friends last week, I felt defeated by my body because I wasn’t the girl I used to be. I was no longer the party girl, like those I was envying in the photos on Instagram. Trying to have a few drinks just made me feel overly exhausted, sick and sweaty, and it wasn’t worth it. Drinking made my heart race to the point where I had to take medication just to control the rate. Taking this medicine just made me feel more tired and I was unable to tolerate the heat. It was tiring to go back and forth from the beach to my beach house to cool down, get more oxygen, check my stats and blood pressure, and walk back as if everything was fine. The harsh reality was the party-girl me was gone.

Not only was “Party Britt” gone, but also the beach bum was gone, too. I tried very hard to avoid using my oxygen on the beach. It is difficult for me to have people come up to me and immediately ask “What’s wrong?” instead of greeting me as they once did.

I used to get compliments on my bathing suit, questions about how school was going, comments about how “good” I looked (thanks to when PH was an invisible illness), or was asked simply, “How are you feeling?”

This weekend, I wanted the oxygen cannula to go away, if only for a few hours. I wanted the version of me who was treated like a “normal,” everyday girl. I didn’t want the version of me who could barely sit in the sun and breathe in the ocean air. I used to lay in the sun from 7 a.m. until 5 p.m.; I didn’t want this version who felt exhausted and worn out after laying out for an hour. This me couldn’t swim in the waves, something I used to to all day. The harsh reality was that “beach bum Britt” was gone.

Last week, my biggest enjoyment came from watching the July 4th fireworks. I was able to enjoy the experience around those who were doing the same thing. Aside from the oxygen on my face, it was the first time all weekend I felt like I could enjoy something that I always had done. Of course, it came with new anxieties, especially with the idea of open flames being near an oxygen tank. I couldn’t use a sparkler or sit close to a fire, but I could appreciate them from a distance. I also was able to enjoy the cookout (mostly because of the ice cream and brownies). Dessert-loving Britt, thankfully, is still sticking around!

This weekend, I learned the hard way that there are versions of me I once loved that I will never get back to the same extent. I push myself to try to still be all I was before. But at what price? Any version of me always would want what is best for my happiness and health. It’s important to let yourself grieve who you once were. It’s also important to start to figure out what you still can do.

Chronic illness leaves you thinking about and mourning “the old you.” A lot of times, we forget that it gives you the opportunity to create new versions of yourself, too.


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Andrea Rice

Hi Britt, beautiful writing about how you see life now versus the past. I was reading a post from another that said something similar to being disabled can come on at any time and this put everything into focus for me. I too am suppose to be starting on oxygen from first visit with pulmonologist. After hearing this all sorts of insecurities flooded my mind and how insecure I would feel. The problems aren't the ones that suffer from illness it's the general public view points on how we are received is the real issue. So for me, I will wear the oxygen when I get it to the best of my abilities and anyone that decides to ask me any questions I will welcome them with open arms. Afterall, there are no stupid questions except the ones that are never asked. Asking questions is how people learn about things. If it weren't for the pulmonologists and the cardiologists I wouldn't know about this illness nor would I know what to do about it. So, I'm grateful to them and the countless scientists coming up with new treatments to many illnesses that most of us never see. You can still be who you once were but it comes with planning and a support team to back you up. Long before I was diagnosed with PH I was in a horrible car accident and suffered a horrible injury. As a result I have PTSD and this started the whole changing who I once was. Can't work and used to teach, sunk into a deep depression, with anxiety levels that rise quickly when on the road around other drivers. I became reclusive my choice and loved it because I do things I want to do or nothing at all on my time, when I'm ready. I also see a therapist and have come extremely far in my recovery. Will I ever be the same exact person I once was? No. But I'm learning thru therapy to embrace life where I am in my life currently. There will always be days when I can choose to do nothing but daydream and memories of my past will always be there because no one can take these away from me. I was told by the pulmonologist once I start on oxygen I will have lots of energy 2 do things. Maybe walking the whole store at Walmart I'm unable to do now, or spending quality time walking up and down the isles of Hobby Lobby and Michaels unable to do now to. I don't like it that I have to settle for smaller stores but I have checked out online shopping and this is an option worth checking into. If you'd like to respond to your experience with using oxygen I'd appreciate any opinion you have to say.

Patricia Fox Attarian avatar

Patricia Fox Attarian

Wish the Doctor would give me my full diagnose, if it's more than IPF, Anoxic Brain Injury, Shortness Of Breath, Gastroparsis, Thyroid, HPB, Heart Murmur, PTSD, I WANT TO KNOW!


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