I was under the misguided perception that society as a whole did not live within a vacuum, that each was not so encapsulated in their own world that they were incapable of even making an effort to understand or even have the slightest bit of empathy for their fellow man, or in this case woman. My latest frustration is with my pharmacy... not just any pharmacy, but with the pharmacy that I depend on for a monthly shot to keep my estrogen levels down so my endometriosis doesn't kick into overdrive. Ordering my medication and running into complications that caused delays, which could mean the difference between a visit to the emergency room or not... and I might as well been discussing shoes with the person on the other end of the phone. I am telling you, in no uncertain terms that I need this medication, it a critical tool of many to help keep my condition at a tolerable level so I can function as a normal human being - including keeping my job... and the disconnect and apathy on the other end of the phone was almost as intolerable as the pain I was in. Now I can't for the life of me understand why a two diseases (endometriosis and fibromyalgia) that so many women suffer are still so misunderstood and literally unknown. I realize many women don't want to discuss either. One being somewhat personal in nature and most people believe that it has more to do with reproduction and infertility. For some yes, for others, not even close. Try discussing with your employer why you miss so much work... oh yeah, mention fibromyalgia and they think you are mental and should consult the shrink with the employee assistance program, and mention the endometriosis (which I have been dealing with the side effects for 38 years) with a 30 something supervisor that blushes so red you know that he wouldn't be caught dead purchasing feminine products for his wife or girlfriend... I'll get right on it. Try going to the nearest emergency room doubled over in severe pain for help and see what happens - even if you tell them what is going on and mark it in your medical history. Time and time again listing "endometriosis" on my medical history is continuously overlooked and dismissed... yet I have stage IV which is deep invasive and is more related to how it interferes with my internal organs and the subsequent pain. Ironically, the intensity and overall global pain of my fibromyalgia tends to coincide with my estrogen levels. Again, they try to do tests to find out what is wrong, why you are in so much pain and then pat you on the head and tell you to suck it up you are having a painful period go purchase a heading pad at the pharmacy and wait for it to pass... Okay, that isn't going to help the fact that I can't eat anything because the adhesion's around my stomach are inflamed keeping it from expanding even when I try to drink water, that a portion of my bowel doesn't work because it is fused to my pelvic wall and again the adhesion's keep it from doing its job, and the list goes on an on, but that's another rant. Both diseases are different, yet for many women the symptoms run parallel to and ebb and flow along with estrogen levels. What frustrates me is that only recently has the medical community taken a shine to endometriosis, and mostly because of what that means in terms of infertility. Now don't get me wrong, I have the highest understanding for those who are unable to conceive.... but I also know that there are equally as many women out there whose relationship with endometriosis is completely different. It is so new that your standard spell check doesn't even have it in their dictionary.... With stage IV endometriosis, it has overgrown ones internal organs - attaching and affecting any and all exposed organs and tissue. Yes surgery is an option for some, but not for others and that depends on the depth and breadth of the invasion... Tell me, would you let a surgeon remove growth from the outside of a critical organ just because he says he can when other surgeons have told you that it would not be safe to do so? Then it becomes a matter of pain management, and therein lies your relationship with your doctor and pharmacies and of course your medical provider. Now I realize that the person on the other end of the phone listens to endless whining and complaining all day long, and each person, either real or perceived needs their medication NOW - but the attitudes I have dealt with are no different than those I would encounter if I were calling my cell phone, cable or any other customer support company. To me that is just plain wrong. When you are in tears and in so much pain that that medication makes the difference of you going to work or deciding if you really want to deal with the pain just one more day... and you are dealt with as if you were having an issue sending a text message. ...and yet we have no choices. Both endometriosis and fybromyalgia - like many other conditions/diseases, etc. have been around for years, and yes, there have been some research in the recent years, but compared to the number of women (and men with fibromyalgia) that are dealing with these they are not nearly far enough along in either eradicating or controlling them. Like many others, until they decide it is worth it to their wallet, thing will never change. March was Endometriosis Awareness Month, and now May is Fibromyalgia Awareness Month... but we can no longer limit our to "Awareness Month's", we need to launch all out awareness all year long. |
Friday, May 13, 2011
Unconscionable Apathy....
Thursday, March 17, 2011
I just dont understand...
I've recently experienced the heartbreak of that comes along with an invisible illness firsthand.
Im a logical, rational person, and until recently was considered a type-a personality. A full time job, my own business, very involved with my community, holding office and member on several boards of local non-profits....
Then three years ago, everything began to change. I dont readly share my health issues with my friends and co-workers, I just never felt it necessary.
After a chain of events that resulted in three shoulder surgeries, and ultimately my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, there were times I had to discuss it to explain my sudden, drastic change in behavior, and inability to continue with current obligations.
I only told my boyfriend, a couple of my closest friends and family members.
I have been shocked, and yes, even crushed by the broad spectrum of responses.
My boyfriend was wonderful...he is a common sense and logic kind of guy, so he did what I knew he would....hit the internet snd read everything he possibly could on both endometriosis and fibromyalgia. He has been amazing.
The one that is the most crushing and heart breaking is from someone I considered my best friend for the past 18 years.
We have worked together on many projects, but while I am organized and linear in thought, she is very manic, impulsive and will more than likely be hours late to her own funeral....but I love her dearly.
A year ago, while working on a project, my fibromyalgia was beginning to manifest itself, and I could no longer spend unlimited hours (over and above my full time job) working in front of a computer editing photos, designing and laying out massive marketing projects with critical deadlines.
At the end a major project last year, I said I would take it on again, but only if the timeline I layed out was respected...no last minute 36 hour marathon crunches.
During the past year I have upheld the timeline and my obligations, stressing at every turn that an insane manic mad dash at the end was not an option for me.
During the year, as my symptoms increased, I sent her websites, articles, everything I could so she would understand just what we were dealing with and just how serious I was.
Well, none of it mattered, and I have had to downright get mean with to force her to keep critical deadlines to no avail.
So after banging my head against the wall, I finally came to the painful realization, that it just doesnt matter to her.
The thought that she would sacrifice my health and well being to accomplish her goal made me realize, that I must not matter enough to her to get her to try to understand.
The reality is people establish expectations of each other within relationships, we each have a role...and now I can no longer fill that role.
It broke my heart to realize that our friendship was realy only as deep as what role I fulfilled, and the changing of that role was not allowed, even though I explained the physical pain and exhaustion....
After a lot of crying and soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that rather than continue to pound my head against a wall trying to make her understand, it is healthier for me in the long run to just walk away.
The bottom line is I can't expect her to change, or even understand how this illness has robbed me off my ability to do the things I love most...I can't control how she processes the information I have given her, but I can control how I let someone treat me, and how I treat myself.
Im a logical, rational person, and until recently was considered a type-a personality. A full time job, my own business, very involved with my community, holding office and member on several boards of local non-profits....
Then three years ago, everything began to change. I dont readly share my health issues with my friends and co-workers, I just never felt it necessary.
After a chain of events that resulted in three shoulder surgeries, and ultimately my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, there were times I had to discuss it to explain my sudden, drastic change in behavior, and inability to continue with current obligations.
I only told my boyfriend, a couple of my closest friends and family members.
I have been shocked, and yes, even crushed by the broad spectrum of responses.
My boyfriend was wonderful...he is a common sense and logic kind of guy, so he did what I knew he would....hit the internet snd read everything he possibly could on both endometriosis and fibromyalgia. He has been amazing.
The one that is the most crushing and heart breaking is from someone I considered my best friend for the past 18 years.
We have worked together on many projects, but while I am organized and linear in thought, she is very manic, impulsive and will more than likely be hours late to her own funeral....but I love her dearly.
A year ago, while working on a project, my fibromyalgia was beginning to manifest itself, and I could no longer spend unlimited hours (over and above my full time job) working in front of a computer editing photos, designing and laying out massive marketing projects with critical deadlines.
At the end a major project last year, I said I would take it on again, but only if the timeline I layed out was respected...no last minute 36 hour marathon crunches.
During the past year I have upheld the timeline and my obligations, stressing at every turn that an insane manic mad dash at the end was not an option for me.
During the year, as my symptoms increased, I sent her websites, articles, everything I could so she would understand just what we were dealing with and just how serious I was.
Well, none of it mattered, and I have had to downright get mean with to force her to keep critical deadlines to no avail.
So after banging my head against the wall, I finally came to the painful realization, that it just doesnt matter to her.
The thought that she would sacrifice my health and well being to accomplish her goal made me realize, that I must not matter enough to her to get her to try to understand.
The reality is people establish expectations of each other within relationships, we each have a role...and now I can no longer fill that role.
It broke my heart to realize that our friendship was realy only as deep as what role I fulfilled, and the changing of that role was not allowed, even though I explained the physical pain and exhaustion....
After a lot of crying and soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that rather than continue to pound my head against a wall trying to make her understand, it is healthier for me in the long run to just walk away.
The bottom line is I can't expect her to change, or even understand how this illness has robbed me off my ability to do the things I love most...I can't control how she processes the information I have given her, but I can control how I let someone treat me, and how I treat myself.
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Circle the Wagons Fellow Spoonies!
March is Endometriosis awareness month ~ there must be awareness and support for research to understand and end these painful and often debilitating diseases...
Lets start with Endometriosis: http://www.patient-experience.com/index.php/awareness-endometriosis/
Lets start with Endometriosis: http://www.patient-experience.com/index.php/awareness-endometriosis/
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
The One-Two Punch....
I have had stage 4 Endometriosis since my early teens, which was deemed inoperable, and was just recently diagnosed with fibromyalgia.
I currently take Depot Lupron for the Endometriosis, it suppresses the estrogen production to keep the growths fromai cycling and spreading. For both Fibrimyalgia and Endometriosis pain I take Lyrica, Norco and Ambien.
Fibromyalgia and Endometriosis are very different, yet have many commonalities. Many endometriosis sufferers have TMJ, asthma, chemical sensitivity, migraines, depression, ibs and the list goes on.
Fibromyalgia is a triggerd/overactive brain response/signal, while Endometriosis is endometrial tissue found growth/chocolate cysts inside and/or outside of the reproductive system.
Stagesh are determined by the amount if internal organ involvement. It attached itself to ANY organic surface in the pelvis region such as liver, bladder, bowel, kidney, and yes, the sheath of the spine.
There the tissue begins to grow, but out also responds cyclically during a womans cycle engorging within blood, sloughing off, and reattaching to yet another surface or organ, then these growths attach to each other and can web/fuse the organs together or to the pelvic wall. They also begin causing scarring and adhesions that can make moving the wrong way feel like you are tearing your insides.
Fibromyalgia can add a whole new level of hell on top of it. Neither one is curable, all you can do is attempt to manage the pain and stop the spread of the growths before they can seriously interfere with the function of your internal organs. It can fuse your bowl to your pelvic wall and other organs and the adhesions can seriously interfere with bowel function. It had also been found to tear and growths can get inside the bowel as well. It can grow and cause adhesions on your liberty, kidneys, bladder, stomach and even attach to the outside of lungs, all restricting function and causing pain.
Before fibromyalgia I was able to go to a chiropractor to regularly realign my spine because the adhesions are pulling it out, the ems result being my right leg almost am inch shorter than my left before an adjustment. After fibrimyalgia, I can no longer use chiropractic, a simple adjustment can trigger an unbearable painful episode.
I too have had for shoulder and thee knee surgeries and more nerve blocks in my back, shoulders and neck than I can count. I am on self injections for migraine, have nebulizer for asthma.
It was so many years before mine was detected that there was nothing to be done and surgery was waaay to risky. They cauterized what they could safely, patted me on the head and said have a nice life....but it doesnt work that way. I ended up on the Depot Lupron nearly 15 years ago after continuously showing up in the emergency room for at least once a month.
Depot lupron suppresses the return production in order to stop the cycle and retard the growth ol of the adhesions. I am one of the lucky ones who can take it, so only one week out of the month is hell due to endo, the rest I can thank Fibromyalgia for. Especially the "glass" hips, where I feel like I have ground glass in my hips and lower back making it nearly impossible to walk.
Fibromyalgia had caused pain and aching in my joints, my worst areas are my neck, shoulders and arms to the elbows, back to the middle of my shoulders..... Then my lower back, hips, pelvis (and the endo participates as well) and down both legs to my knees.
But I still have a job, a man who is absolutely wonderful and even though my life went from 100mph. to nearly zero... I am happy and learning to live with, and work around my pain and physical limitations.
I currently take Depot Lupron for the Endometriosis, it suppresses the estrogen production to keep the growths fromai cycling and spreading. For both Fibrimyalgia and Endometriosis pain I take Lyrica, Norco and Ambien.
Fibromyalgia and Endometriosis are very different, yet have many commonalities. Many endometriosis sufferers have TMJ, asthma, chemical sensitivity, migraines, depression, ibs and the list goes on.
Fibromyalgia is a triggerd/overactive brain response/signal, while Endometriosis is endometrial tissue found growth/chocolate cysts inside and/or outside of the reproductive system.
Stagesh are determined by the amount if internal organ involvement. It attached itself to ANY organic surface in the pelvis region such as liver, bladder, bowel, kidney, and yes, the sheath of the spine.
There the tissue begins to grow, but out also responds cyclically during a womans cycle engorging within blood, sloughing off, and reattaching to yet another surface or organ, then these growths attach to each other and can web/fuse the organs together or to the pelvic wall. They also begin causing scarring and adhesions that can make moving the wrong way feel like you are tearing your insides.
Fibromyalgia can add a whole new level of hell on top of it. Neither one is curable, all you can do is attempt to manage the pain and stop the spread of the growths before they can seriously interfere with the function of your internal organs. It can fuse your bowl to your pelvic wall and other organs and the adhesions can seriously interfere with bowel function. It had also been found to tear and growths can get inside the bowel as well. It can grow and cause adhesions on your liberty, kidneys, bladder, stomach and even attach to the outside of lungs, all restricting function and causing pain.
Before fibromyalgia I was able to go to a chiropractor to regularly realign my spine because the adhesions are pulling it out, the ems result being my right leg almost am inch shorter than my left before an adjustment. After fibrimyalgia, I can no longer use chiropractic, a simple adjustment can trigger an unbearable painful episode.
I too have had for shoulder and thee knee surgeries and more nerve blocks in my back, shoulders and neck than I can count. I am on self injections for migraine, have nebulizer for asthma.
It was so many years before mine was detected that there was nothing to be done and surgery was waaay to risky. They cauterized what they could safely, patted me on the head and said have a nice life....but it doesnt work that way. I ended up on the Depot Lupron nearly 15 years ago after continuously showing up in the emergency room for at least once a month.
Depot lupron suppresses the return production in order to stop the cycle and retard the growth ol of the adhesions. I am one of the lucky ones who can take it, so only one week out of the month is hell due to endo, the rest I can thank Fibromyalgia for. Especially the "glass" hips, where I feel like I have ground glass in my hips and lower back making it nearly impossible to walk.
Fibromyalgia had caused pain and aching in my joints, my worst areas are my neck, shoulders and arms to the elbows, back to the middle of my shoulders..... Then my lower back, hips, pelvis (and the endo participates as well) and down both legs to my knees.
But I still have a job, a man who is absolutely wonderful and even though my life went from 100mph. to nearly zero... I am happy and learning to live with, and work around my pain and physical limitations.
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Saturday, February 26, 2011
Open Letter to Normals....
"There are the things I would like you to understand before you judge me...
Please know that being sick doesn't mean I'm not human.
I may spend most of my day flat on my back and I might not seem like great company, but I'm still me stuck inside this body.
I worry about school, work, family and friends and I'd still like to hear about yours.
Please understand the difference between "happy" and "healthy". When you've got the flu you probably feel miserable but it will pass. I've been sick for for so long that I can't afford to be miserable all the time, in fact I work hard at not being miserable. So if I sound happy, it means that I'm happy, it does not mean that I am well.
I may be in pain and sicker than ever.
Please, don't say, "Oh, you're sounding better!". I am not sounding better, I am sounding happy. If you want to comment on that, you're welcome.
Please understand that being able to stand up for five minutes, doesn't mean that I can stand ten minutes, or an hour. It's likely that five minutes has exhausted my resources and I'll need to recover -imagine an athlete after a race. They couldn't repeat that feat right away either.
With a lot of diseases you're either paralyzed or you can move, but with Fibromyalgia it gets more confusing.
Please repeat the above paragraph substituting, "sitting up", "walking", "thinking", "being sociable" and so on ... it applies to everything.
That's what a fatigue-based illness does to you.
Please understand that chronic illnesses are variable. It's quite possible (for me, it's common) that one day I am able to walk to the park and back, and the next I'll struggle to reach the kitchen.
Please don't attack me when I'm ill by saying, "But you did it before!". If you want me to do something, ask if I can and I'll tell you. In a similar vein, I may need to cancel an invitation at the last minute, if this happens please don't take it personally.
Please understand that "getting out and doing things" does not make me feel better, and can often make me worse.
Fibromyalgia may cause secondary depression (wouldn't you get depressed if you were no longer able to participate in life?) but it is not caused by depression.
Telling me that I need exercise is not appreciated or correct -if I could do it, I would.
Please understand that if I say I have to sit down/lie down/take these pills now, that I do have to do it right now -it can't be put off or forgotten just because I'm doing something.
Fibromyalgia does not forgive. Please understand that I can't spend all of my energy trying to get well. With a short-term illness like the flu, you can afford to put life on hold for a week or two while you get well. But part of having a chronic illness is coming to the realization that you have to spend some energy on having a life now. This doesn't mean I'm not trying to get better. It doesn't mean I've given up. It's just how life is when you're dealing with a chronic illness.
If you want to suggest a cure, please don't. It's not because I don't appreciate the thought, and it's not because I don't want to get well. It's because every one of my friends has already suggested every theory known to man. I tried them all, but quickly realized I was using up so much energy trying new treatments I was making myself sicker, not better.
If there was something that cured Fibromyalgia, all of us would know about it by now. If you read this and still want to suggest a cure, submit it in writing but don't expect me to rush out and try it. If it is something new, with merit, I'll discuss it with my doctor.
Please understand that getting better can be a slow process. Fibromyalgia entails numerous symptoms and it can take a long time to sort them all out. I depend on you -people who are not sick for many things but most importantly, I need you to understand me."
I do not know who authored this letter, but if you know pleaser let me know so I can be sure give them the credit the deserve for writing this.
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Please know that being sick doesn't mean I'm not human.
I may spend most of my day flat on my back and I might not seem like great company, but I'm still me stuck inside this body.
I worry about school, work, family and friends and I'd still like to hear about yours.
Please understand the difference between "happy" and "healthy". When you've got the flu you probably feel miserable but it will pass. I've been sick for for so long that I can't afford to be miserable all the time, in fact I work hard at not being miserable. So if I sound happy, it means that I'm happy, it does not mean that I am well.
I may be in pain and sicker than ever.
Please, don't say, "Oh, you're sounding better!". I am not sounding better, I am sounding happy. If you want to comment on that, you're welcome.
Please understand that being able to stand up for five minutes, doesn't mean that I can stand ten minutes, or an hour. It's likely that five minutes has exhausted my resources and I'll need to recover -imagine an athlete after a race. They couldn't repeat that feat right away either.
With a lot of diseases you're either paralyzed or you can move, but with Fibromyalgia it gets more confusing.
Please repeat the above paragraph substituting, "sitting up", "walking", "thinking", "being sociable" and so on ... it applies to everything.
That's what a fatigue-based illness does to you.
Please understand that chronic illnesses are variable. It's quite possible (for me, it's common) that one day I am able to walk to the park and back, and the next I'll struggle to reach the kitchen.
Please don't attack me when I'm ill by saying, "But you did it before!". If you want me to do something, ask if I can and I'll tell you. In a similar vein, I may need to cancel an invitation at the last minute, if this happens please don't take it personally.
Please understand that "getting out and doing things" does not make me feel better, and can often make me worse.
Fibromyalgia may cause secondary depression (wouldn't you get depressed if you were no longer able to participate in life?) but it is not caused by depression.
Telling me that I need exercise is not appreciated or correct -if I could do it, I would.
Please understand that if I say I have to sit down/lie down/take these pills now, that I do have to do it right now -it can't be put off or forgotten just because I'm doing something.
Fibromyalgia does not forgive. Please understand that I can't spend all of my energy trying to get well. With a short-term illness like the flu, you can afford to put life on hold for a week or two while you get well. But part of having a chronic illness is coming to the realization that you have to spend some energy on having a life now. This doesn't mean I'm not trying to get better. It doesn't mean I've given up. It's just how life is when you're dealing with a chronic illness.
If you want to suggest a cure, please don't. It's not because I don't appreciate the thought, and it's not because I don't want to get well. It's because every one of my friends has already suggested every theory known to man. I tried them all, but quickly realized I was using up so much energy trying new treatments I was making myself sicker, not better.
If there was something that cured Fibromyalgia, all of us would know about it by now. If you read this and still want to suggest a cure, submit it in writing but don't expect me to rush out and try it. If it is something new, with merit, I'll discuss it with my doctor.
Please understand that getting better can be a slow process. Fibromyalgia entails numerous symptoms and it can take a long time to sort them all out. I depend on you -people who are not sick for many things but most importantly, I need you to understand me."
I do not know who authored this letter, but if you know pleaser let me know so I can be sure give them the credit the deserve for writing this.
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Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
New Kid on the Block...
So now that I have learned how to live my life around endometriosis, and a few other inconveniences, along comes this new player: Fibromyalgia.
I had always loved horses...I'm sure equine DNA flows through my veins. The graceful beauty of their fluid movements and their huge gentle eyes that look right into your soul. I had ridden, shown, trained and horses since I was young and loved every aspect of it.
I loved to hop on my horse and take long rides in the beautiful rolling hills of Southern California, enjoying the beauty that others seldom ever saw.
Of course there were the falls and barrel racing accidents that come with being a daredevil on horseback. Before I had completed high school I had been inconvenienced by extensive surgery on both knees. One to re-attach a kneecap wiped off by a barrel, the other to splice back tendons, ligaments and remove bone fragments from a fall. Back in the mids 1970's arthroscopic surgery was not available so it was old school and took a long time to recuperate...which to me required too much time out of the saddle!
Through the course of growing up and starting a family, horses took a back seat, but were always in my heart and I knew one day, I would be back in the saddle.
That day finally came. My son was nearing graduation from high school, I was already heavily involved with a local non-profit as a board member, volunteer, and once the weight was lost, I was going to be certified as a therapeutic riding instructor for the disabled. When I was introduced to this beautiful filly and it was love at first sight.
She was right out of the pasture as a three year old and needed a good start, and I needed to lose 80+ pounds., it was a match made in heaven. So I sent her off to the trainers, and I went to work on losing the weight. During that time I ended up having yet another knee surgery...but they didn't slow me down.
Fast forward to the spring of 2008. I had lost the weight, (though I still wanted to lose more) was working full time at my day job, teaching riding lessons all day Saturdays, and feeding 25 horses almost daily by loading and throwing hay and fifty pound bags of feed from my pickup truck by myself. The lessons entailed readying the horses, lifting students on and off the horses, walking with them the entire time in the arena for each hour our half-hour lesson, on my feet walking for about 12 hours a day, etc. I was also working my horse and riding any chance I got including monthly horse shows, even achieving top ten two years in a row.
In steps my new friend Fibromyalgia.
I was having searing pain in my neck and shoulders and in random other parts of my body. It was April 2008 and I was doing laps in the local American Cancer Society Relay for Life. I had been walking all day and suddenly the pain was unbearable and I had to stop and take a break. I sat down in the chair and covered myself with a blanket, it was freezing and I was shivering.
After resting for awhile, I put my hands on the arms of the chair to push myself up, and I couldn't near any weight on my arms author seating pain, and the weakness and the pain was so bad I had to leave. During the next two days, I lost complete use of my left arm, and the pain persisted in both. I also noticed an increasing, unexplained pain throughout my body. I was still working and teaching, but had someone else do all the lifting and my son was feeding the horses.
While awaiting a doctors appointment, during a lesson, I accidentally grabbed the lead of my lesson horse with my left hand while assisting my student, the horse tossed his head, and tore my rotator clear through.
I had a surgery to repair the tear, but that was just the beginning. A total of three surgeries, hours and hours of painful physical therapy in the next two years and limited use of me arm and excruciating pain all over my body became a new constant.
After seeing multiple specialists, having nerve blocks in my shoulder and c-spine to no avail, being told that it was all in my head, that I had neurological damage, etc., my primary care physician diagnosed me with fibromyalgia in August of 2010.
I have not been able to ride our work my horse since the first surgery on my shoulder and little by little over the last three years I have had to give up almost everything I love to do including riding my horse, teaching and volunteering with the disabled, and had to resign from being on the board of directors of three non-profits I love dearly (but thankfully that does not include my job). I had to send my horse to pasture, which was so painful, knowing I might never ride again.
So this was the beginning of a new chapter in my new life.
I had always loved horses...I'm sure equine DNA flows through my veins. The graceful beauty of their fluid movements and their huge gentle eyes that look right into your soul. I had ridden, shown, trained and horses since I was young and loved every aspect of it.
I loved to hop on my horse and take long rides in the beautiful rolling hills of Southern California, enjoying the beauty that others seldom ever saw.
Of course there were the falls and barrel racing accidents that come with being a daredevil on horseback. Before I had completed high school I had been inconvenienced by extensive surgery on both knees. One to re-attach a kneecap wiped off by a barrel, the other to splice back tendons, ligaments and remove bone fragments from a fall. Back in the mids 1970's arthroscopic surgery was not available so it was old school and took a long time to recuperate...which to me required too much time out of the saddle!
Through the course of growing up and starting a family, horses took a back seat, but were always in my heart and I knew one day, I would be back in the saddle.
That day finally came. My son was nearing graduation from high school, I was already heavily involved with a local non-profit as a board member, volunteer, and once the weight was lost, I was going to be certified as a therapeutic riding instructor for the disabled. When I was introduced to this beautiful filly and it was love at first sight.
She was right out of the pasture as a three year old and needed a good start, and I needed to lose 80+ pounds., it was a match made in heaven. So I sent her off to the trainers, and I went to work on losing the weight. During that time I ended up having yet another knee surgery...but they didn't slow me down.
Fast forward to the spring of 2008. I had lost the weight, (though I still wanted to lose more) was working full time at my day job, teaching riding lessons all day Saturdays, and feeding 25 horses almost daily by loading and throwing hay and fifty pound bags of feed from my pickup truck by myself. The lessons entailed readying the horses, lifting students on and off the horses, walking with them the entire time in the arena for each hour our half-hour lesson, on my feet walking for about 12 hours a day, etc. I was also working my horse and riding any chance I got including monthly horse shows, even achieving top ten two years in a row.
In steps my new friend Fibromyalgia.
I was having searing pain in my neck and shoulders and in random other parts of my body. It was April 2008 and I was doing laps in the local American Cancer Society Relay for Life. I had been walking all day and suddenly the pain was unbearable and I had to stop and take a break. I sat down in the chair and covered myself with a blanket, it was freezing and I was shivering.
After resting for awhile, I put my hands on the arms of the chair to push myself up, and I couldn't near any weight on my arms author seating pain, and the weakness and the pain was so bad I had to leave. During the next two days, I lost complete use of my left arm, and the pain persisted in both. I also noticed an increasing, unexplained pain throughout my body. I was still working and teaching, but had someone else do all the lifting and my son was feeding the horses.
While awaiting a doctors appointment, during a lesson, I accidentally grabbed the lead of my lesson horse with my left hand while assisting my student, the horse tossed his head, and tore my rotator clear through.
I had a surgery to repair the tear, but that was just the beginning. A total of three surgeries, hours and hours of painful physical therapy in the next two years and limited use of me arm and excruciating pain all over my body became a new constant.
After seeing multiple specialists, having nerve blocks in my shoulder and c-spine to no avail, being told that it was all in my head, that I had neurological damage, etc., my primary care physician diagnosed me with fibromyalgia in August of 2010.
I have not been able to ride our work my horse since the first surgery on my shoulder and little by little over the last three years I have had to give up almost everything I love to do including riding my horse, teaching and volunteering with the disabled, and had to resign from being on the board of directors of three non-profits I love dearly (but thankfully that does not include my job). I had to send my horse to pasture, which was so painful, knowing I might never ride again.
So this was the beginning of a new chapter in my new life.
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