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!
May 9, 2011
Can someone just bring me out to the shed and shoot me?
Over then next four years, I saw more doctors and developed more health problems. I actually have to keep a list in my purse of all the procedures, surgeries, medications, and allergies that I have had. The list is so long, and I couldn't remember them if I tried. I have had and still have all kinds of gastrointestinal problems. I was hospitalized for internal bleeding. They put me on antibiotics and did a colonoscopy. It was inconclusive. Six months later they removed a polyp. A year after that, I was rushed to the hospital from my Primary Doctors office with Atrial Fibrillation. My heart was pounding at 150 beats per minute for 3 days and my blood pressure was 168/130. Oh joy, more medication! Then less than a year later, I had to have my esophagus dilated because it was constricted and spasming. When would this insanity end? How many things could possibly be wrong with just one body? I hated the fact that my entire life revolved around my health, or better put lack of it. I was ALWAYS sick with something. I was a lemon! My poor husband married a lemon! I don't know the pain he suffered through all of this because I only felt my own pain. Every second of my life was distracted with thoughts of myself. It seemed impossible to pull away. It dominated my every moment and I tried everything I could to get better. But I never got better, I just got worse and my list of diseases and ailments got longer and longer. I would have periodic meltdowns and would call my best friend from childhood. We have always been each others crutch and strength. She suffers with MS and understands everything I feel. And vice versa. We cry to each other and pray for one another. She has gotten me through many many difficult times during my journey and I am forever grateful. I honestly do not know what I would have done without her all these years. Everyone needs someone that can sympathize. Some people talk to strangers, or attend support groups. I never needed that because I had my friend. She never judged me nor scolded me when I was feeling selfish. She gave me just what I needed. Just someone to understand. That's all I ever really needed. Just someone to understand.
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