Nobody truly knows what is going on inside of you,except you. We all have some sort of besetting struggle. You may look at a person's life and think "Boy, they really seem to have it made". But the reality is that they too suffer with something. Some people are just masters at cover-up. I hope that in sharing my story, I can help others to see that they are not alone in their suffering. Our journeys may be very different but the destination should always be the same. Victory!
April 6, 2011
The Eye of the Storm
It was time to sell our tenement house. I was done being a landlord! We bought an adorable brand new little three bed ranch in the boondocks. I was working part-time for a Nursing Agency and loved working with new mothers and their newborns. The job was perfect because it took no physical exertion. My husband and I were discussing having another baby but I was so afraid of the brutal back pain I endured for 9 months with my first pregnancy. I actually asked God to either take the pain away or not allow me to become pregnant. It was the first time I prayed with such fervency. He answered my prayer! I became pregnant with Luc at the age of 27. I carried him so far in the front that when I turned around I hardly looked pregnant. He didn't rest on the nerves of my back. I went through the first five months puking up everything I ate, but my back felt great. It was a very needed respite from the chronic pain........ My son was born. The headaches and fatigue persisted and my discs would periodically rupture. I took care of my kids and worked part time but still needed my almost daily nap. Many times I think back and wonder how I did it. I entertained, made 4 and 5 course holiday meals, decorated ten foot Christmas trees, baked Italian cookie trays, Easter breads, had birthday parties, had play dates and everything else a normal mom would do for her family. The difference was that after I did something big, I would crash for three or more days! That was my life, but I was still young and could handle it. Things seemed manageable, but little did I know the real storm was just beginning.
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