Triggered by @jilles_com (link: next tweet), I was diagnosed with autism 18 months ago coincidentally in the same month my mentally retarded brother got the same diagnosis, followed by training.
I got a vocabulary explaining so many good and bad things in our lives!
Being able to explain I'm autistic (as one does not look autistic at all: hello @biancatoeps), the consequences it has in approaching me, how to sense when I get overloaded and what happens when I do were key in getting proper care.
Care that was confused why I took Covid-19 isolation so well, which was because I'm really good at following routines/rituals when I understand they benefit me or the community at large:
The diagnosis also unconsciously enabled me to drop almost everything else in life like a brick. Now I know why: I had to in order to be able to survive at all, as without survival, I would be there any more for the people close to me.
Having a vocabulary around autism also helped me to better understand why things happened the way they did in both my life and various lives of people close to me, including my brother and my Eega.
In addition, I can now better communicate with them and others.
That still often fails (you might think otherwise reading my streams of tweets, but trust me: communication for me is very hard), but not as badly as it used to.
It failed big time on Tuesday and I only could explain on Wednesday (it is one of the communication aspects I hate: only being able to see things in perspective very very late, often not being able to set things straight by then).
Tuesday had 2 important administrative deadlines. Administrative things are among the things I dislike very much, so they give me a basic stress level.
Being "in the zone" uses less spoons than normal, but hasn't occurred a lot lately as I'm still recovering from all the treatments, so I did not even consciously realise I was in it at all.
Suddenly, I got kicked out of the zone, causing me to be very angry.
The trick is to find where one can excel using the pros and coping with the cons, for instance by steering towards situations where cons hardly happen and pros happen very often.
@Kareja821@2unter2 I'm going to reply in English as (see profile) right now too little energy to do this in proper German. Sorry for that.
Some 20 years ago, we brought my mentally retarded brother to a winter holiday where we could stay at my best friends place 30 minutes eastward of Bern.
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@Kareja821@2unter2 We don't have kids, but I've known since I was 10 that someday I would become responsible for him. So he has been our "big kid" for quite some time now.
By now we know a bit more about his level (IQ slightly less than 50, mental age about 36 months), than we knew back then.
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@Kareja821@2unter2 So indeed he is a kid in a grown up body, sometimes with remarkable consciousness (he immediately related my intestine problems with what my mom had in the early 1990s).
I digressed (I'm autistic, similar to him), so back to winter holiday early 2000.
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MRI last thursday was a pain: the infusion needle didn't go in well at first, and took a while to settle. In the midst of the MRI the contrast infusion blocked, so part of the MRI had to be redone.
(Needle) angst and heat radiation made me sweat like crazy and the stoma prolapse moved itself out of my body very far both before and after the procedure.
Monday the results will be clear during my surgery appointment to prepare for friday surgery.
Loads of questions...
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I am still scared for the liver/gallbladder part, but I think I found out why.
If this does not work well, which they will only find out during surgery, I will have far more metastases than detected now, and require at least a new liver soon.
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@archer_rs Note that I find French a beautiful, but tough to learn language. This has to do both with dyslexia and autism. I still try. Which leads to odd and humorous situations.
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@archer_rs A long time ago, I traveled from the 25th W116 anniversary meeting near Frankfurt to a marchingband gig in Northern France.
(It's 20+ years ago, so I forgot the exact city and Google is not of help, so think a city like Lille, Tourcoing, Roubaix or Valenciennes).
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Too much to let sink in, not just about the hospital results and upcoming surgery, but also about Cindy and @danny_thorpe who just lost their house in the California forest fires, despite it being on the humid side of the Santa Cruz mountains.
If you can help anybody affected by the #CZULightningComplex, please do. Many families there are going through a rough time for the foreseeable future especially because of the combination of fires and COVID.
If you are in that area: be careful, be safe.
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For me it is mixed emotions time.
The chemo did make the cancer operable. Some tumors have shrunken, a few small ones are invisible, probably because of the chemo-induced hepatic steatosis, and no new tumor were found.
a still present adenocarcinoma (bummer) with the excision having clean margins (yay) and one of the 32 lymph node being contaminated (meh).
Some metastases are already suspected in the liver (and maybe other places) because of CT-scan, so the MRI was really important.
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MRI indicated 4 or 5 visible tumor regions in the liver, which (given the means of spreading) means there easily can be more (even outside the liver) that are not visible on the scan resolutions.
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I cried many times over the last few days, after decades of not doing as in the past it would not help.
So that's why there were no updates the last few days. Too many things to process and arrange for, a completely overflowing autistic mind which saw everything at once.
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Crying brought some relief, but did not take away the feeling of the shattered dream where I would outlive my mentally retarded and autistic brother. This is not to diminish the eega in any form: the best thing that ever happened to me.
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