I Hope You're Feeling Better
“I hope you’re feeling better.” We’ve all heard it. When earlier in the day we were on the phone with insurance companies trying to get an experimental treatment covered. When we were up all night vomiting, trying to gauge whether we even had the energy to make it to the emergency room. When we are facing permanent disability and shortened life spans. When we have received a diagnosis with no cure and comprehensive treatment. When we are in the thick soup of pain that never resolves or abates.
Over the past thirteen years of illness, I have come to realize that the phrase while cloaked in compassionate concern is symptomatic of our culture’s inability to truly witness and understand suffering and illness and death. True, the phrase works if you’ve had the flu or a stomach virus. But for many people your illness doesn’t have a cure. You cannot perform the healing narrative that other people, panicked by the sense that something might not have a neat or happy ending, require from you.
When you say to someone ill, someone who has been clear they have a degenerative and incurable illness, a chronic illness, a terminal illness, a tricky prognosis, “I hope you’re feeling better”, what you are really saying is, “I want to discharge my social responsibility. And I want you, the sick person, to make ME feel better about situations that I find scary and confronting.”
What you are saying is, “Perform wellness for me. Make me feel better.”
But many of us cannot perform this. We cannot get better. We need to problematize our discomfort with people who do not follow a standard healing arc: illness, diagnosis, and recovery. What if you can’t recover? What if you can’t reenter the kingdom of the naively well? How do we stay with that complexity and witness it? When you are life-threateningly ill and someone says with a cheery smile, “Hope you’re feeling a bit better!” you are being covertly asked to perform a story of healing. And the reality of your experience is being expertly erased to appease a well person’s discomfort with disability and illness that renders you illegible, outside the normal plot line.
Your demented hope is often a way of erasing the intensity and nuance of another person’s lived experience. And this same demented hope fuels a self-congratulatory environmentalism that is looking for “good signs” instead of understanding with depth and care the cascading crises we are confronting.
Next time you feel compelled to say this to a person navigating complex and incurable conditions, take a breath. Think about what it really means. A more helpful thing to say is, “How are you today? How are you managing? What is today like for you?”
Just as we are uncomfortable with other people’s illness, other people’s dying, so are we uncomfortable with the environmental devastation and pain around us. Do not go outside and say to the clearcut forests, the poisoned East Palestine ecosystem, the microplastic-threaded oceans, “Hope you are feeling better!” If we can develop a greater capacity to witness and accompany pain and illness in each other, we will be more sober and compassionate in our assessments of our own environmental entanglements. Can we stay with the trouble?
I am not feeling better. And I may feel worse. But I am feeling with every part of me. Can you feel with me?
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