Like so many who live with this disease, I can remember the EXACT
MOMENT I LEARNED I HAD ALS. I felt as if the rug had been suddenly pulled out
from under me. My world changed with no possibility of turning it back.
A new rule
At that low point, a childhood memory bubbled up inside my
mind; it was a special rule my father had added to the board games our family
played together.
His rule was that, at any point mid-game, he had the power
to call out, “Rotate the board!” We dutifully complied by carefully turning the
board halfway around. Suddenly, my winnings or points sat with another player
while I now had his or her previous scores in front of me.
No amount of pleading, arguing, pouting, or tears would
change my father’s mind about the rule. The challenge, of course, was
that — good or bad — we had to make the best of our new lot and play on.
The game board always changes
It was a valuable lesson that in life, the game
board always changes. In other words, it’s something out of our
control, we can’t stop it, and no amount of begging brings the old positions
back again. We have to move on, making the best of our changed circumstances
and new perspective.
As a kid, I often tried introducing the “rotate the game
board” rule during play sessions with childhood friends and was amazed at the
different reactions it drew from each player. Some friends took it in their
stride, relishing the challenge to try to gain back their advantage. Others
flat out objected or became angry, and a few even stomped off, refusing to
participate.
Over time, I could see how my father’s rule tested our sense
of control over change and our reactions to losing control - - as well as our
ability to recover.
This particular lesson helped me through numerous job
changes, cross-country moves, and relationship ups and downs. But it was not
until I faced the biggest challenge of my life, my diagnosis of ALS, that
I truly appreciated the value of that old game board rule.
How about you?
When life gave your game board a mighty rotation – such as
being told you had ALS — what kind of player were you?
Did you:
- Stomp
away in anger, isolate yourself, and refuse to interact with others?
- Stay,
but whine and complain, while blaming everyone else?
- Remain
stuck in shock and unable to focus or see the big picture?
For me, deep down I knew ALS meant a permanent change, but
my emotions argued otherwise. I’ll admit that I spent some time in my own ALS
WAITING ROOM. But by RESETTING
MY MINDSET and giving attention to BALANCING
MY WELL-BEING, I found a way to accept my illness and return to my seat at
the game board of life.
I believe you can, too. Join me, as we continue together to
learn how to live well while living with ALS.
Let’s play on!
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Dagmar Munn ALS and Wellness Blogger |
The game of life is not so much in holding a good hand as playing a poor hand well.
H.T. Leslie
A version of this post first
appeared as my column on the ALS News Today website.
Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI needed that today! You have given me some thoughts to overcome this depression.
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