Your journey
September 3, 2011 1 Comment
I forget that I have fibromyalgia. It is such a part of my daily life that it has become a part of me. But then, I meet people that remind me that times used to be different.
When I first became really sick, my illness was me. It consumed me. My fibro owned my life, and unfortunately it also owned the lives of the people who were closest to me. I could never gain a hold of my health or my life. Some of my friends left me as times got tough, and others just slowly vanished.
I digress; this is not a tale of woe, but one of triumph and success. In the last few months, I have watched one of my dearest friends face the same battle that I dealt with almost a decade ago.
We all know the story. You go to doctor appointment after doctor appointment, procedure after procedure, and surgery after surgery, just to have at least 1% of your pain relieved. You’ve even tried every single homeopathic “cure” out there. But, nothing worked. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Until one day, you discovered what works for your body. It’s like the angels parted the clouds, and you have a life again!
Now, I want you to take moment to stop and really think about the past.
What did you lose?
What did you gain?
Getting your health back is more than just that. You will see the world now in a different light. The wisdom and strength you have gained can never be taken away from you. As people around you rush forward with their lives, you appreciate yours even more. The life you live, the journey you have taken, and the path that you are now on is up to you– only you.
I’m proud of you Medea for never giving up the fight.
About Amy H
Amy it’s Medea just have a different registration for stalker crap-I appreciate all your help. there were times I felt so isolated despite the love and support I have from my partner and family etc there is this hole us chronic pain people go through. I finally had my hysterectomy which went flawless but found out my gallbladder was in fact cause extra pain there was a lot of scar tissue and white sticky substance that actually caused a severe ‘pull’ on the surgeons end and my liver and gall bled and a majority of my pain is there right now a pathologist will confirm what my uterus had wrong with it etc but she said it was very swollen.
I have had before and now a bout 2 times after of my body and brain realizing my boy can’t have a baby EVER again. It shocks me it even comes up as you know in addition to the female part issues I have Degenerative Disk Disease in 1,5 disks that has caused some severe pain and life issues. so, I had to quite my job as a nanny, a field I put time,energy,money and my soul into. I knew I would be a high risk nor do I have the money to do so but the right partner. My son is 20 the age gap would be too much for a sibling relationship so no, I really had no plan to ever do so but I had to come to terms to accept at the age of 40 I can’t be a radical woman who has a late in life child like many have met,worked for and known. I gave it up to live my life. I figured if I ever fix my back and win the lotto lol I can adopt but before the Operation I cried twice watching some damn show that a baby was born n(lol I admit it was Ice Loves CoCo,my gosh what you watch when you have insomnia) I figured it was normal to lament but yea I had one yesterday where I had neighbor gay men parents who had a adopted daughter of black descent(they were white) and she was adorned with all these multi- colored barrettes and I had a son both were almost 1.In the dream Jasen was Daddy and had odd work hours and I was going on a much needed Victorian theme weekend and my neighbors were going to take my dram son for the weekend and it was a Friday they offered to take him Friday night since I were to leave early and that way Jan and I can have some date time, I was cooking when across our air shaft that connected us I saw my son crying, I went over to console him and he cried ‘mamamama’ I figured he was too young for me to leave for nearly 3 days and reluctantly cancelled my affairs putting him first but the heartbreak I felt then quickly mended by the happiness he demonstrated wen I held him and his coos when he calmed down. I guess I was crying in my sleep(on pain pills) and Jasen woke me up as he often does when I have nightmares, I was crying for real. I felt this emptiness and I told him all about him and he held me saying and doing all the right thing I just explained my body and mind are lamenting and connecting. To think I really did not and if I could would not have another child. This with the physical recovery has been intense! Thanks for giving me a space to vent,
I may re-post elsewhere not sure, sorry for type o’s