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<\/p>\nHello again. \u00a0No I didn’t die. \u00a0I’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. \u00a0I am feeling\u00a0 better now and can continue the story. \u00a0OK, \u00a0where was I…………..<\/p>\n
I woke up the next morning and was surprised to find that I was still alive. \u00a0Not only was I still alive, but I actually felt better! \u00a0I think it was because I had finally slept that night. \u00a0For 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.<\/p>\n
They released me a few days later and I went home. \u00a0I still had this feeling like something was around the corner and I wasn’t out of the woods yet. \u00a0 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. \u00a0I drove my wife crazy with all of my concerns and questions for the next year or two.<\/p>\n
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. \u00a0We called my doctor and of course she gave me the advice she always did back then………”Go to the Mass General Emergency room!”. \u00a0My doctors would always give me the line “Considering your medical history you should go to the emergency room………better to be safe than sorry.”<\/p>\n
I went to the ER and to make a long story short, they admitted me into the hospital. \u00a0My old Oncologist who was my doctor when I had testicular cancer popped his head in the door. \u00a0He said that he was concerned that this might be a return of my cancer that had now spread to my lymph nodes. \u00a0If you remember back to that part of my story, they were concerned that the cancer might spread to my lymph nodes about four years earlier. \u00a0I of course assumed the worse, and thought for sure that now I had cancer coursing through my entire body and would surely die!<\/p>\n
They did a number of tests and decided that this lymph node swelling was just another symptom that was lingering after my TENs (Toxic Epidermal Necrolysis). \u00a0They let me go home and life continued for me. \u00a0My skin was a complete mess and I had to use a special cream on it everyday. It was always itching which drove me crazy. \u00a0Also, my wife said I was always complaining about the way my mouth tasted. She said I was obsessed with toothbrushes during this time and I would go out and buy a new toothbrush every couple of days.\u00a0 I was convinced that if I found the right toothbrush and brushed enough the weird taste in my mouth would go away.<\/p>\n
Also, I have to tell you that something felt very wrong with me emotionally. \u00a0By this point, it was late December, early January of 2001. \u00a0What I’m going to share here isn’t easy for me to share but it’s part of the story so it should be included.<\/p>\n
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After I got home from the hospital, I found I had very little energy. \u00a0 I would have more trouble than usual waking up in the morning and felt exhausted all day long. \u00a0Simple tasks like doing laundry or vacuuming felt exhausting. \u00a0I found myself spontaneously crying for no reason whatsoever that I could discern. \u00a0I just felt this overwhelming sadness that seemed to be like a dark cloud over my thoughts and I had no idea what to do about it.<\/p>\n
Soon after the dark feeling started,\u00a0 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. \u00a0If I was on a bridge I would think about just driving my car right off. \u00a0At first, these thoughts would just pop up out of nowhere but then they started coming more and more into my head. \u00a0When I took medication I would think about taking too much and going to sleep forever. \u00a0If I saw a movie with a gun I would imagine having a gun myself and imagine killing myself with the gun. \u00a0Now 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 running through my mind.<\/p>\n
I had always thought of depression as something that happened to people who were unstable and just couldn’t handle life.\u00a0 It was never something I would have a problem with. \u00a0My 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. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0It didn’t work. \u00a0It just seemed like I was continuing to spiral down and down.<\/p>\n
I wouldn’t call any of my friends, I hardly ever smiled, I wasn’t doing any housework, I wasn’t playing my sax, I wasn’t getting out of the house and trying to find more work as a musician.\u00a0 All those things seemed too hard to do and part of me just didn’t care. \u00a0I knew that I should care and I knew I should be feeling and thinking positive thoughts but I just didn’t. \u00a0During the day, I was tired and useless but at night I was a huge ball of anxiety. \u00a0I couldn’t sleep. \u00a0I remember going out for drives at midnight and feeling like I was having panic attacks. \u00a0I’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 second child while working 40 hours a week as a nurse. \u00a0I was home trying to take care of my 1 1\/2 year old daughter and going out on gigs on the weekends. \u00a0This was a very stressful time for us. \u00a0I feel bad that I put my wife through that. Her strength and love during that time were amazing!<\/p>\n
Finally, I decided to get help after Sarah was born. \u00a0I couldn’t keep putting it off. I went to see my doctor and we tried a few different medications. \u00a0I can’t remember the details but I seem to remember having a few adverse reactions to some of them. \u00a0Finally, I settled on one and took that for about six months. \u00a0During this time, I saw a psychologist who helped me out immensely. \u00a0We talked about all the things I had been through and all the feelings that I didn’t even know I was feeling. \u00a0I 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 emotional issues.<\/p>\n
I think I had always tried to do and feel what I thought was right. \u00a0If I felt mad or angry I would immediately squash those feelings down because they were bad feelings. \u00a0As I met with the doctor every week he would ask me questions about how things made me feel. \u00a0I 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. \u00a0I would always answer with these nice answers that the doctor would always question. Finally,\u00a0 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 \u00a0feeling so mad and angry at God. \u00a0I knew that I had been angry in the hospital but this moment revealed to me that I was still very angry. It also revealed \u00a0that I still thought God was out to get me and that I believed more bad things were coming.\u00a0 No matter what I did, I could not stop it or change that fact. \u00a0I still thought very strongly that I was cursed. \u00a0Obviously, \u00a0you can see how these kind of thoughts could make someone quite depressed.<\/p>\n
The other major breakthrough at this time is that the doctor had me read a book called “Feeling Good” by David D. Burns. \u00a0This book was amazing for me. \u00a0You can not even imagine how reading this book and talking to the doctor helped me change my life. \u00a0It was huge. \u00a0The book helped me see that up until this point in my life,\u00a0 I had an “All or Nothing” mentality. I would always go to extremes with things. \u00a0If I was going to be a musician, then I had to practice no less than eight hours a day. \u00a0If I only practiced two hours then I had failed and would get depressed about it. \u00a0I would then use these depressed thought and sad feeling to motivate me to set more unobtainable and unrealistic goals that for awhile I would reach and then fail again. \u00a0My life was a cycle of this type of thinking. I was all about motivating myself with negative thinking.<\/p>\n
I was also a perfectionist. \u00a0Every single recording I made, I hated. \u00a0In 1993, I made a recording and as soon as it was done, I hated it and thought it wasn’t good enough. \u00a0I never did anything with it. \u00a0I’d practice and practice \u00a0and people would tell me I should make a recording and I would always think that I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t good enough. \u00a0I had this fear that if I thought I was ready or good enough then what would motivate me to practice? \u00a0 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. \u00a0That was my motivation. I also had the fear that if I tried and put my whole heart into something and failed, that would mean I’m a failure. \u00a0Better not to try at all…….<\/p>\n
Obviously, this book helped me to see theses destructive thought processes going on inside me. \u00a0I still have these thoughts 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. \u00a0The old Steve would never have done that. \u00a0I would have listened to each one, thought it wasn’t good enough and discarded it. \u00a0Now I recognize those thoughts and I post the clips anyways deciding to overcome those thoughts and fears. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Another example is my practice habits. \u00a0I’m still tempted to get down on myself if I don’t practice for at least four hours a day but if I only practice for one hour,\u00a0 that’s OK! \u00a0I can be happy with that. \u00a0 It’s a matter of recognizing the thoughts and being able to get around them. \u00a0 There’s more that improved but I can go more into that in another blog post.<\/span><\/p>\n Needless to say, a lot was revealed to me in these session and while reading this book. \u00a0After about 6-8 months I slowly came out of this fog of depression. \u00a0The suicidal thoughts became less and less, \u00a0the overwhelming sadness lifted and I finally started smiling a bit more. \u00a0I actually had moments where I didn’t think God was out to get me and that some new disease or tumor was around the corner.\u00a0 If only I could be so lucky………. Part 14<\/a>…….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hello again. \u00a0No I didn’t die. \u00a0I’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. \u00a0I am feeling\u00a0 better now and can continue the story. \u00a0OK, \u00a0where was I………….. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":63,"featured_media":101893,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[226],"tags":[224,251,284],"class_list":{"0":"post-1188","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-brain-tumor-story","8":"tag-brain-tumor","9":"tag-cancer","10":"tag-depression","11":"entry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1188","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/63"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1188"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1188\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/101893"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1188"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1188"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.neffmusic.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1188"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}