Supportive Friends Can Make a Big Difference When Facing Health Issues

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Recently, my former brother-in-law Johnny invited me to his house for the weekend to spend some much-needed time with friends. He lives about 40 miles outside of Philadelphia, and I love visiting him because his home sits on a hill on a quiet cul-de-sac. I expected it to be a beautiful weekend given the fall weather and changing leaves.

Every time I visit, Johnny takes great care of me. He doesn’t mind picking me up along with my oxygen concentrator — not an easy grab-and-go item. I was looking forward to a relaxing stay.

My son decided he would join me on this trip. Johnny also told me that our mutual friends Eric and Gabe were flying in from Cleveland, Ohio, and Atlantic City, New Jersey, respectively. Johnny has known them since college, and I met them about 10 years ago. One of Johnny’s fraternity brothers would be stopping by as well.

Once my son and I arrived at the house and got situated, I hooked up my oxygen concentrator, put on my slippers, grabbed a beer, and turned on the TV. I needed some guy time and thought to myself, “Let the games begin!”

Later that day, the guys finally arrived. We hugged one another for at least 30 seconds each. I think the reunion was more moving for me than for the fellas who traveled farther. The last time we had seen one another was three years ago when they visited me at the hospital after my first lung collapse. That was a lonely and scary time for me. That’s not to say I no longer struggle with fear, but during that time, I didn’t even know if I would recuperate.

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A Hospitalization Reminded Me There Are Good Lessons in the Toughest Challenges

When you’re hospitalized and adjusting to a new way of life, it’s important to keep your head on straight. These guys helped me to do just that. They took it upon themselves to make the journey and visit me at my lowest point. Having friends like that can make all the difference between starting on the road to recovery and simply counting the days. They reminded me that sarcoidosis doesn’t define me.

I felt very comfortable over the next few days. Spending the weekend with these clowns was just what I needed. We even Zoomed with another old friend in Washington, D.C., who wasn’t able to travel. He and I went to Penn State together, so he shared stories and jokes about our time there.

The best part of the weekend was that no one judged me for my past medical crises or the current state of my health. We talked about my hospitalization from three years ago, and I answered my friends’ questions about rehabilitation, my exercise regimen, and how I’m trying to put all the pieces of my life back together. They offered words of encouragement to me and my son, and told us we should continue to share our God-given gifts with the world.

Sometimes we find the greatest support in the unlikeliest of places. The people who help us move forward may not be the ones we expected.

I was feeling a little self-conscious about having my oxygen concentrator with me, but the guys never gave it a second thought, considering that the last time they saw me, I was hooked up to oxygen and had chest tubes inserted. I was concerned my oxygen hose would get in everyone’s way, but it didn’t. As one of my friends mentioned, “If you need it, you need it. What’s the problem?”

And just like that, we made up for three years of not seeing each other in one weekend, and it felt like we had never missed a beat. I was reminded that accepting myself makes it easier for others to accept me. I can no longer race my kids or walk a mile, but I’m still here for a reason — if only to tell my kids that they can overcome any obstacle life throws their way. Even if I can’t do some of the things I did 20 years ago, I will damn sure still try — with my oxygen, of course!


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DebbraP avatar


Sounds like you had a great weekend, Charlton. Your friends sound even greater. I am happy for you. I am also glad you are accepting of yourself now. I've accepted my Sarcoidosis and even the oxygen. Afterall, it's the O2 that is keeping me alive. What I can't accept is the pain and fatigue. But I'm still learning. Stuff still needs to get done. Life doesn't stop just because we have Sarcoidosis. I'm learning to do things in other ways and of course, it's all about pacing myself. If I get Jobs A and B done but can't do Job C, I leave it for the next day or maybe even the day after that. I don't beat myself up over it. If I can wake up tomorrow and do ANYTHING, then that's a good day. Sometimes tho, we have to rest while our reserve tank refills. And so be it. I am learning that nothing that bad happens if I don't get the laundry done today or if I don't wash any dishes. I just do what I can or rest, which is also like a job in the way of importance. If people don't understand then oh well. I'm learning to let go of caring about what other people think of me. Glad you have friends that accept you. Hang on to them.


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