Hello again.  No I didn’t die.  I’m sorry for the delay with this chapter but every once in awhile I have a problem with tendonitis in my arms and have to take a break from typing for them to get better.  I feel better now.  OK,  where was I…………..

I woke up the next morning and was surprised to find that I was still alive.  Not only was I alive but I actually felt better!  I think it was because I had finally slept that night.  For the next couple of days the doctors kept and eye on me to see how far the allergic reaction would progress but it looked like it had stopped and that I might be OK.  They released me a few days later and I went home.  I still had this feeling like something was around the corner and I wasn’t out of the woods yet.   When you have been through so many health issues you start to get a bit paranoid that every little bump,pain or weird thing is another deadly illness.  I drove my wife crazy with all of my concerns and questions during this time.

A couple of weeks later, I noticed that there were what seemed like large bumps in my neck that I had never noticed before. Another question to bother my wife with……. My wife took a look and she said that my lymph nodes were really swollen and enlarged.  We called my doctor and of course she gave me the advice she always did back then………”Go to the Mass General Emergency room”.  My doctors would always give me the line “Considering your medical history you should go to the emergency room………better to be safe than sorry.”

I went to the ER and to make a long story short, they admitted me into the hospital.  My next visit was from my old oncologist who was my doctor when I had testicular cancer.  He said that he was concerned that this might be a return of my cancer that had spread to my lymph nodes.  If you remember back to that part of my story, they were concerned that the cancer might spread to my lymph nodes about 4 years earlier.  I of course assumed the worse, and thought for sure that now I had cancer coursing through my entire body and would surely die!

But, I was wrong this time.  I didn’t have cancer thank goodness.  They did a number of tests and decided that this lymph node swelling was just another symptom that was lingering after my TEN (Toxic Epidermal Necrosis).  They let me go home and life continued for me.  My skin was a complete mess and I had to use a special cream on it everyday. It was always itching which drove me crazy.  Also, my wife said I was always complaining about the way my mouth tasted.  She said I was obsessed  with toothbrushes.  I would go out and buy a new toothbrush every couple of days and was convinced that if I found the right one and brushed enough the  weird taste in my mouth would go away.

Also, I have to tell you that something felt very wrong with me mentally.  By this point it was late December, early January of 2001.  What I’m going to share here isn’t easy for me but it’s part of the story none the less so you have to hear it.  I did  not feel right at all. After I got home from the hospital, I found I had very little energy.   I would have more trouble than usual waking up in the morning and would feel exhausted all day long.  Simple tasks like doing laundry or vacuuming  felt too tiring to do.  I found myself just crying for no reason what so ever.  I just felt this overwhelming sadness that seemed to be in me and I had no idea why or what to do about it.  Soon after this I started having odd thoughts. I would just be driving down the road and suddenly think about just yanking the steering wheel and running into another car coming my way.  If I was on a bridge I would think about just driving my car right off.  At first, these thoughts would just pop up out of nowhere but then they started coming more and more into my head.  When I took medication I would think about taking too much and going to sleep forever.  If I saw a movie with a gun I would imagine having a gun myself and imagine killing myself with the gun.  Now I know these are some alarming thoughts and some of you might feel uncomfortable reading about these things but those were the kinds of thoughts that were going through my head.

Now, before this time I had always thought of depression as something that happened to people who were weak and just couldn’t handle life. (I don’t think that anymore, I have read that it can be chemical and I believe that)  It was never something I would have a problem with because I was strong.  My wife helped me come to grips with the fact that no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I was in fact very depressed and that I should get help.  I can be quite prideful at times so for awhile I tried to fight that decision and work my way out of this state of mind by pure determination.  It didn’t work.  It just seemed like I was continuing to spiral down and down.  I wouldn’t call any of my friends, I hardly ever smiled, I wasn’t doing any housework, I wasn’t getting out of the house and trying to find more work as a musician. All those things seemed too hard to do and part of me just didn’t care.  I knew that I should care and I knew what I should be feeling and thinking but I just didn’t.  During the day I was tired and useless but at night I was a huge ball of anxiety.  I couldn’t sleep.  I remember going out for drives at midnight and feeling like I was having panic attacks.  I’d be up most of the night and then be even more tired the next day. My wife was 8-9 months pregnant and was about to give birth to our 2nd child while working 40 hours a week as a nurse.  I was home trying to take care of my 1 1/2 year old daughter and going out on gigs on the weekends.  This was a very stressful time for us.  I feel bad that I put my wife through that.

Finally, I decided to get help after Sarah was born.  I couldn’t keep putting it off. I went to see my doctor and we tried a few different medications.  I can’t remember the details but I seem to remember having a few adverse reactions to some of them.  Finally, I settled on one and took that for about 6 months.  During this time I saw a Psychologist who helped me out immensely.  We talked about all the things I had been through and all the feelings that I didn’t even know I was feeling.  I don’t know the bottom line to why I was feeling so depressed but as I went to those sessions and talked about things it was clear to me that I had some issues. I think my whole life I had always tried to do and feel what I thought was right.  If I felt mad or angry I would immediately squash those feelings down because they were bad feelings.  As I met with the doctor every week he would ask me questions about how things made me feel.  I shared about my whole medical history and after each part of the story he would ask me how that made me feel or how I felt towards others, myself and even God.  I would always answer with these pat nice answers that the doctor would always question. Finally when we got to the last episode of being in the hospital and breaking down he broke through my nice answers and I remember just sitting there crying and  feeling so mad and angry at God.  I knew that I had been angry but this moment revealed to me that I was still very angry. It also revealed  that I still thought God was out to get me, that I believed more bad things were coming and that no matter what I did I could not stop it or change that fact.  I still thought very strongly that I was cursed.  Obviously,  you can see how these thoughts would make someone quite depressed.

The other major breakthrough at this time is that the doctor had me read a book called “Feeling Good” by David D. Burns.  This book was amazing for me.  You can not even imagine how reading this book and talking to the doctor helped me change my life.  It was huge.  You see, up until this point in my life I had an “All or Nothing” mentality. I would always go to extremes with things.  If I was going to be a musician then I had to practice 8 hours a day.  If I only practiced 2 hours then I was a failure and would get depressed about it.  I would then use these depressed thought and sad feeling to motivate me to set more unobtainable goals that for awhile I would reach and then fail again.  My life was a cycle of this type of thinking. I was all about motivating myself with negative thinking.  I was also a  perfectionist.  Every single recording I made, I hated.  In 1993 I made a recording and as soon as I had it done I hated it and thought it wasn’t good enough.  I never did anything with it.  I’d practice and practice  and people would tell me I should make a recording and I would always think that I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t good enough.  I had this fear that if I thought I was ready or good enough then what would motivate me to practice.  Those were the negative thoughts that kept me working tirelessly all through high school, college, and adult life. I couldn’t let go of those thoughts.  That was my motivation.

Obviously, this book helped me to see the destructive thought processes I was having.  I still have the thought but now I recognize them and can work around them. For example, now on my website I have hundreds of sound clips of me playing the saxophone.  The old Steve would never have done that.  I would have listened to each on, thought it wasn’t good enough and discarded it.  Now I recognize those thoughts and I post the clips anyways deciding to overcome those thoughts.  Another example is my practice habits.  I’m still tempted to get down on myself if I don’t practice for  at least 4 hours but if I only practice for 1 hour that’s OK.  I can be happy with that.   It’s a matter of recognizing the thoughts and being able to get around them.   There’s more that improved but I can go more into that in another blog post.

Needless to say, a lot was revealed to me in these session and reading this book.  After about 6-8 months I slowly came out of this fog of depression.  The suicidal thoughts became less and less,  the overwhelming sadness lifted and I finally started smiling a bit more.  I actually had moments where I didn’t think God was out to get me and some new disease or tumor was around the corner.