Hi my name is Tish and I am a 36 …
Hi my name is Tish and I am a 36 year old married to my high school sweetheart and have two beautiful little girls. I …
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First off today is my birthday and I have had a really bad day. I have been in a flare for awhile now and am over it big time. I had a frustrating doctors appointment today and my hubby and I got into it a few times to top it off. So I figure I'll go lie down and watch A&E Intervention. Maybe you've already seen it as it was a repeat, but I missed it the first time and I really wanted to see this episode as it depicted Brooke, a chronic pain patient whose family felt she was a drug addict. By the end I was so upset I could barely sit still. I felt so bad for her. Now I do have to agree, she had some issues, as she slirred her speech, fell into her food, had trouble going to places, like her sisters bridal shower. There is no question she was over medicated, but the way her family treated her was atrocious! Her sisters felt she got too much attention from her illness (RA), and took away from them. Her one sister who was getting married in 2 days called her and told her it would be better for everyone if she participated in the wedding from the chairs rather than standing up for her as a bridesmaid. You could see she was devasted. The day of the wedding she was standing outside all alone while the rest off the family was gathered inside. Her dad came and got her and as soon as she went in she started to cry. It was like she wasn't even part of the family.
Then her other sister banned her from coming to the birth of her child. They told her someone would call her. After she had the baby, they showed her holding him while Brooks mom and dad were both on cell phones calling other family members. Brooke finally called and asked if the baby was born yet and her mother in a nasty tone said yes and were busy and hung up on her. Brooke was so upset that nobody called her. I sobbed for her. I know that feeling so well of being left out and persecuted. They figured she was a junkie and they were going to disown her.
During the pre-intervention they brought in an addictionologist who dealt with chronic pain and addictions. He tried telling them that she was in pain and taking a little extra at night so she could sleep and not feel pain was "OK" for her , but then she ends up passed out on the kitchen floor, so their needs to be a different way. THe whole time he's talking, the one sister is rolling her eyes as she's made up her mind her sister is a addict as is over it. By the time they do the intervention, her parents say they are sorry and that they "get " it now. She says she'll go and the follow-up at the end of the show says after she saw the tape she said she was an addict, and was on different meds, but I thought it was a little misleading and wish they would do a full follow-up.
It just brought up for me all those years of fighting for validation and how painfull it was. At one point her family says they want that sparkle back and they want the old Brooke back. I yelled at the TV, she can' t give you that back as chronic pain has taken that from her. Yes I know we have to do the best we can to function but I'm not going to be naive that chronic pain hasn't robbed so mnay things from me. It has robbed my dignaty(how many medical people have seen me naked, I don't even care anymore). It's robbed the best years of my life, my career, my hope of having children, and so many small things I can't even count. Now I am going to continue to fight to live my life and to have fun when I can, but to think I will get the person back that I was before chronic pain and disease is ludacris . Geez just the lack of sleep anymore is enough to take the twinkle out of anybody's eye.
Well I certainly didn't mean to ramble on like that, I just felt so bad for her (and me).
Happy Birthday to me:-)
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I know how she feels. That is not right what they did to her ad I pray that Brooke is saved and finds comfort in Jesus. I pray your comfort as well! Read the following and I pray it comfort you:
Subject: This is beautiful ! Try not to cry.
Body: When you're down to nothing, God is up to something.
This is beautiful! Try not to cry.
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.
The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say"I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that ?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
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