What is your cage doing to you?

http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2010-07/uocd-rfm071610.php

The person who posted this to the Motor Neuron Disease boards followed the link with this quote:

"It doesn't only affect us."

I am generally a very "social model" of disability kind of person, but sometimes it fails us. It fails us when we can't do things a different way anymore, when we simply can't do them at all. What the poster was referring to ultimately is being "locked in”, the point that all connection to the outside world ends.

90% of locked in people experience brain death in short order. I am working with a man a little older than me at a local nursing home, and he has been in that state for 4 years. He isn't quite locked in by medical standards, but lack of any kind of occupational therapy has denied him the use of his remaining movement - some level of blinking and a right finger twitch, a small ability to move his head to the right. He is still in there, and I am in awe of his mental stamina. He makes his high effort, small head movement when a pretty lady walks by or one teases him that she has lost weight. He opens his eye widely when dad asks him if he wants to try our newest contraption. We are making progress, and we may have real yes\no\maybe communication this very week! It is a great mystery, what he wants, what he likes, what kind of person he has become. I look forward to really meeting him.

I know that having my communication limited has changed how I think, not just how I express my thought. I think of things to say that didn't come to mind before, things pre-structured to get a positive response with few words. Conversely, I have inner monologues that are new to my thought life, unfiltered for sharing with others. They are the thoughts of a solitary person, even though I live in a bustling house. That is what my cage is doing to me.

Distilling the Cry of my Heart

As my disease progression has gone bulbar, I am losing my ability to speak. It started with my ability to sing, and now if I talk too much or too loudly I wear out my voice very quickly. It is a philosophically interesting journey. The cliche is "talk is cheap“, and it certainly used to be. I am downright garrulous, and I have yakked late into the night about the most trivial of topics. I shudder to think how many hours I have spent comparing Star Trek series, D&D classes, or debating the best theoretical voting system.

Talk is no longer cheap, but instead priced fairly high. I have to think about how worthwhile a comment is, and like internet posting, it results in a lot of self-censorship. In the meantime, I am setting up a speech device and working on voice banking. Voice banking is the process of recording yourself saying things so that you can incorporate it into electronic speech. It seems simple enough at first glance, but then you realize you are going to be stuck with this collection for the rest of your life! What will you desperately want to say in your own voice in 5 years? 10 years? Does a recorded "I love you" convey more genuine emotion than spontaneously synthesized speech or will it just be repetitious?

Setting up a speech device also makes you divide your life into categories of prewritten phrases. Some serve two functions: "Faith!" could be exclaimed as an answer to a sunday school question or to alert my sister of something. Most things, however, are situation specific. How much work you put in ahead of time to each one is a very serious priority decision. Talkers are impatient and will often change the topic before you are able to type an in depth response. What should you be prepared to say well?

Xena, Warrior Princess

I just finished watching the full show in order, thanks to Netflix and still being stuck in bed until I get a powerchair. It was surprisingly gratifying on a number of levels. There is an underlying consistency to its alternative myths, though its cosmology is full of holes. There was even a consistent, tragic, ultimately hopeless theology if you ignore the scattered eschatology. It confronted real questions of absolute morality, even when its world had no answers. Silly episodes aside, there was character growth that included greater humility. Humiliity having been kicked out of the virtue list in favor of self-esteem, that is cheeringly old fashioned! Many geek favorites have a tendency to forget previous solutions to problems, ala Star Trek's hastily abandoned transporter ressurection technique, but the Xena team either kept using them where appropriate or explaining why they wouldn't work. I think especially of the "Pinch". It shows up in many other instances, too. They took care to bring a cleanly defined ending for the many repeat side characters, even addressing the fate of future reincarnations.

What most amazed me, given the campy nature of the show, was the ability of the character's struggles to reach my heart strings. The circumstances surrounding their internal morality conflicts were often arbitrary, but explained well enough to put you in the character's shoes to confront their choices. Those choices, whatever the enforcing macguffin, were generally timeless. Where do your rights end and another's begin? How do you confront someone who you have wronged unhypocritically if they need to be confronted for the sake of others? If you don't believe in a mediator, how do you adress a crushing load of sin? If you recognize nothing greater than yourself, how can you be transformed? What weight does the law carry when it fails to bring justice? When is meekness more effective than brute strength? How can you decide which group or individual's needs outweigh the other's?

I really appreciated the chance to watch it all. Watching in order took my enjoyment and respect for the show to a completely different level. I would love to see more long running shows that tackle a good and evil deeper than environmentalism and cultural relativism. I don't have to agree with the answer, but I am grateful when they pose the question.

A Long, Cold Winter

We often picture life in seasons, and rightly so. Just as nature has its spring and summer, fall and winter, each preparing for the next and leading organically into them, so do we. There are seasons where our social scene is growing, and others when even our daily bread is vanishing. Our marriages come with times of great joy and unity, and harsh storms of strife and discontent.

I am roughly in February right now. Its still hard, the cold biting wind hasn't really let up, but I can see the possibility of spring in my future. Perhaps soon even green shoots and early bloomers will appear to bolster my spirits, then I'll know I made it into March.

I have struggled with depression on and off throughout this winter, as my eyes wandered from the goodness of God's character and love for me, and to the darkness and difficulty of my circumstances. By God's grace, I'm mostly winning. Indeed, I'm surprised to find there really can be winning in this place in life.

1 Pet 4:19 Therefore let those who suffer according to God's will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good.

Entrusting is not a passive act, it is a very active thing. It is a daily, nay, hourly choice to depend on God to work things to good, to cling to him and the hope he gives, to his promises, and praise him. It is the struggle of Job, of David while running from Saul, of Nehemiah as he desperately tried to get his wall built with small armies amassing against his labor force. When we trust, bless his name in our hearts and with our lips, there is victory. Others might not see it, but Peter warrants it something of worth:

^{1 Pet 5:9} But resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same experiences of suffering are being accomplished by your brethren who are in the world.

Suffering well, fruitfully, faithfully is an accomplishment. It is something to strive for in the darkest and coldest winter.