Entry by Dana Sturgill-Bledsoe from Winchester KY, US:
My true love story doesn’t start when I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia it starts in 1984 when my husband had a dream that he met a dark haired girl with glasses and he married her. We have been through a lot in our nearly 29 years.
His job kept him away a lot and we felt he had no way out because we needed his insurance because our daughter was born with the genetic disease Cystic Fibrosis. Then our son was born and our family was complete.
But then things turned, I had a child starting to get sicker and needing more attention and my son realizing he wasn’t getting the attention he desired and became angry and depressed. So I had my three battles, my husband gone a lot of time, my son’s turning negative and my daughter heading down a path that would end in death. After looking back I had some symptoms but always brushed it off, blaming it on something else. But eventually things changed, my husband was able to changed jobs, my son and I gained a new bond through love and patience and my daughter received a double lung transplant.
So now, I will tell the happy but painful ending to my story. After my daughter recovered from her transplant I was not so focus on keeping her alive and that was when Fibromyalgia hit me like a ton of bricks. I was I so much pain that the only relief I could get was heat. I spent my days lying outside and wrapped in a blanket in the evening. It was hard for friends and family to understand what I was going through. I would hear anything from “exercise” to “if you would get up and move”. I didn’t feel like it, I hurt worse after.
My son he has turned out to be one of the most wonderful gentlemen. After taking control of his emotions he was able to help in caring for his sister at her worst and now he opens doors for me, helps carry groceries and the list goes on. I am so proud of him. Eventually they understood and mostly my husband. He knows how bad I can hurt and how down I get. He will do anything thing for me now. He does most of the laundry because the washer and dryer are in the basement. He rubs my back and feet to help ease the pain until his hands are tired and feel like they could fall off. He is also a wonderful cook.
Through the years I know I have taken advantage of him in so many ways but he knows I love him beyond what he can imagine. And, to put up with what he does and still comes back for more I know he loves me even with my pain.
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