Friday, June 7, 2013
Last night’s fundraiser…
And then the night arrives. This time around, I was barely nervous. Surprising as that may sound, I chalk it up to simply having done this a few times and the slight desensitization that comes with repeated exposure to a stressful stimuli. One difference that made me feel a bit more vulnerable this time around was that I wore a short dress with a pair of sandals and my braces. I have spent years looking for non-sneaker shoes and it felt like a major triumph to be able to wear them out with a dress, despite the fact that it takes me about 15 minutes to maneuver my feet and braces into them. I was actually feeling pretty good about having my braces fully exposed. But when I stepped out of the car at the valet and I saw the first few people staring at me, I wanted to run away. I wanted to shrink into nothingness. I stood there feeling naked. I wished I had worn pants or a long dress. But there was no turning back. I tried to arrive right before I was slated to speak, but there was still about 20 more minutes of cocktails. I decided to go find my seat. I walked up to the front row and sat down. I didn’t want to be sitting somewhere farther back where I could see rows of people in front of me. I didn’t want to have to nod or make eye contact with anyone. And as people were filing in to take a seat and the podium was being set up, I took a moment to take it all in and just like that, it all came crashing down on me. I started to cry uncontrollably. I held my husband’s hand and stared straight ahead, past the podium into the dark night sky. I tried to take a deep breath, I tried to think of distracting thoughts, but there was no match for what was flooding in: What am I doing here? How did I get here? Is this really my life? Am I really here to speak about living with this horrible disease? Are all these people really here for me tonight? Is this really happening? Is this really my reality? I was desperately trying to pull myself together before it was my turn to go up. And eventually, I did. But not surprisingly, as I gave my speech, there was more where that came from. Because of course, there always is.
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