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Not every day will be a win

Today I wanted to write because it was just not a good day. Everyone wants to know how I get through life and remain positive and all that. I wanted to say it doesnt always happen. I always try to be honest about things because I THINK I always want people to be honest with me. I would have much rather had been told the truth about how bad labor was going to be, all the complication that could happen and all the horror instead of just the normal bs lie we tell in order not to scare the new mom. I would much rather be scared and prepared. I have told the truth before it was the in thing to do. Today is the truth. Not every day will be a win

Today I woke up in great pain. Partly because I picked up my 12lb niece yesterday but I was already in pain before then. I was dizzier than normal and had to hold onto furniture to even go to the bathroom. I was so afraid today that I told the kids that if I fell asleep to try to wake me. If they could not to call 911. The migraines have just been worse, everything is worse. I cant explain it. I dont know what to blame it on. Thats not the point though.

Today I couldnt just get through it. I couldnt get things done because someone has to do it. Or none of the other crap folks say. In my life if you can get it done because someone has to, then you can do it PERIOD! Then you dont understand me. You dont know what its like for your babies to be crying with hunger and the pain is too great to scoot down the stairs to feed them. So you have to call someone else just to bring food you have from the kitchen to feed your infant children. It HAD TO BE DONE! You think I wanted them crying? Thats how today was. It just was not a doable day

Still I felt all the same feelings. Guilt mostly. Then I felt useless. Then I felt society judging me, although no one was even here, just based on past experiences. I dared not reach out to anyone as even other chronic sufferers sit and judge each other and I just didnt feel like playing the WELL I AM WORSE THAN YOU game today. Or hearing about how THEY had a migraine but yet managed to work a 15 hour day, go to mall and then hand knit a blanket for their grandchild. I just really was in no mood

Still I wanted REAL people to know, those that honestly do search for answers, understanding and help. Even for those that dont suffer but care enough about another human being just to seek understanding so they can stop being part of the problem. There will be days when you just cant suck it up. Its ok. In this case you must believe there will be a tomorrow to try again. Its ok

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New youtube page launched!

http://www.youtube.com/TheInvisibleAmongUs

Right now the only videos I have are a few I made on how I change my ileostomy bag I did for a friends on facebook that was having trouble with hers. I learned 99.9% of everything about ileostomies and care from youtube years before I ever got one. I knew one day I would need one and I wanted to be prepared. There are TONS there now. On just about anything having to do with any type of ostomy there is

In addition I will also make updates of all the other stuff I go through. You know it wont be a regular type of thing as it never is. I admire those that can make a video when they are so sick so others can know how to deal with it. I could barely talk before I had my surgeries and after each one it was worse. I have days that bad just FMS related so I cant say I will film when I feel crappy. I will try

Anyway, bookmark it and let me know anything you would like me to address there. I know many would rather watch the movie than read the book haha. Nothing wrong with that. I will try to incorporate both

I am including the video about the products I use for my ileostomy just to see how it will work haha

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Its not the ‘normals’ that need to change and accept us. Its us that need accept them

(this is long, I am emotional, will shorten later, sorry)

We are the invisible amongst them. Think about it. We are those that live the lives we do because they can not fathom it. They can not understand. I now believe this is not wrong. This is not a bad thing. It doesnt make them insensitive and less compassionate

I once read or saw that the brain can only function because it does not focus on the bad. For instance we are fully aware that we can slip and fall in the tub, get in our car and die, get hit crossing the street, lose our children as our country as one of the worse infant mortality rates and so on. We know this. Yet in order to function our brain does not focus on this

Now follow me here.  If we go through this and are depressed, many kill themselves, just unable to function and so on, how can we expect a normal to understand this? Ok, we are not asking them to understand. Just to be compassionate enough to accept they dont understand, they never will but just be there for us. Now think about that. Honestly

When I was told my husband had cancer my breath left my lungs and another could not enter. I felt light headed. I felt my knees buckle. I could no longer hear the endocrinologist as all I heard was my own heartbeat. So loud. Then I heard a woman crying. I was thinking why doesnt she shut up. I cant think with all this. Will she just shut up! That woman crying was me. Something in me had broken off. It did.

To complicate this, I have never lost anyone close to me. Yes, I have known a hundred that have died I am sure. Drug over dosed, folks shot I went to HS with, heart attacks, someone in the family died of cancer and all that. I known many. I WAS NOT CLOSE TO THEM. I had not seen them in  years. When I had I was a child or it was a friend of a friend or just someone I went to school with. So this as the first time this was so real to me

Stay with me please. Now I had to go through months of not knowing. It was a test, then another test, then it was cancer, then it wasnt, then he was going to die then he wasnt. This went on for months but because it was daily and we had to wait it seems endless. There are days I was so stressed at waiting on the biopsy results I could not breath. My kids grades suffered. I handled all business in our house so that has gone to crap. It was only because of the Samitan Network that we ate at all, we got the money so hubby could have his surgery and the reason we are not living on the street yet. I could not function at all. I can barely function on a good day. This was too much

I was on 10 every day! Every hour or every day. I never knew what was going to happen. Every day was different. We didnt know how much or how little to tell the children. No one knew how to comfort us. People wanted to help and didnt know how. He found the lump in November, had his surgery in February and is still today having side effects from the radiation and very sore from the surgery.

His surgery was fast. It was all fast. Yet his family that he oesnt even talk to unless I cry for him to even call his mom, all rallied for him. He was in the hospital 24 hours yet almost his entire family came. Including his almost 100 year old grandmother that I dont think he has ever called. His mother came out to cook for him and clean for him although she doesnt even come to see her grandchildren. Again, NOT saying anything bad, life happens. I say this so you will understand. We were all on 10! I mean just so afraid and so unsure. Everyone swore they would call and come by and we would not be so far apart ever again. Now, a month later, no one hardly calls, none of them come over and its just going back to how it was. ITS LIFE yes? We all get so busy but we know how to drop everything and be there for a loved one

My husband still has cancer. He is still in pain. We wont know if the cancer treatment is working for months. We dont know if he has to have another surgery. More radiation. Chemo or what. Today though we can say the word. HE HAS CANCER. I can say it and not cry. I can even think that one day he might not be here and not faint. I can prepare for a time that I might actually have to care for my kids without him now. I can do all these things now because my brain just can not be on 10 all day. I can not live that way. I physically started dying worrying so much. My body broke down. My mind snapped. I know now I will never be the same. I know that is possile that one day I may not have him. We might not actually live to 100 and die in each others arm. I know this

OUR LIVES ARE ON 10 EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY! All the time. Day in and day out. The pain my husband felt I feel daily. The surgery I had twice in 3 months to remove my colon, even waking up with no pain meds for 3 days, on antibiotics a week, blood transfustions, them not being able to control my pain so therefor my heart and so on….NO ONE WAS THERE FOR ME! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ONEEEEEEEEE!!!

True, I did not ask for anyone to be there. Neither did he though. Yet when I asked later every felt the same thing. “You are always sick. You are always in the hospital. They always tell you you are going to die we know you will be ok. You have God on your side. I have seen you crawl on your hands and knees to care for them kids you dont need me.” This is what I hear so many years thats why I no longer tell anyone anything. I lie and say I am ok. I have surgeries and dont even tell my own mother. For what? They dont care. NOT TRUE. His family loves him and my family loves us both. They show me when I let them. Even when I dont. They just cant face knowing their daughter, they sister, their aunt is in such pain, you can visibly see, knowing that one of these times they say she will die, she will but yet they know when they just show up its worse because now I am hanging over a bucket puking or a migraine or just fatigued and they feel bad they are making me feel bad and trying to engage them when I can barely walk to the toilet.

You can not be on 10 all the time. They really dont know what to do. They really cant keep up the pace of care I need all the time. They really cant worry every week when I get pneumonia now shingles, now sinus infection, now back for more crohns or whatever. They can not. Yet I know I am loved because each and every single time I do ask for them THEY ARE THERE. They dont know what to do, they dont know how to do it, they even tell me its hard because seeing me like this depressing them as they cant help me. I watched my grown nephew cry because I never let him see me so sick. He surprised me one day and I didnt have time to put my phony on. To think of a joke. I just went to the bathroom. I didnt have time to meditate the back pain away. The hip and the knee pain. He hugged me and my skin was on fire. I didnt have time to explain to him how often that happened. I cried in pain. Do you see?

We are invisible because we must be. We can not live among them. We dont know how. We say just sit with me but when they do we cant take it. We have a migraine or cant sit long or too weak to even talk. How can we ask of them what we dont even know we need? HOW CAN WE ASK THEM UNDERSTAND WHAT ITS LIKE TO DIE A LITTLE EVERY SINGLE MOMENT OF EVERY DAY? Who can even fathom that?

I THINK, today, right now, we can not ask them to accept us but we must accept them. I think that is the only way we can stop committing suicides and being so depressed and learn to live when we can. We must stop feeling guilty about not being able to fit into THEIR life but still stop being so pissed that they WONT fit into ours. We dont even know how to deal with ours

If you feel you can make a plan, do so. If you cant follow through, say you cant, you dont need to go into detail, they feel bad enough too. Understand they are just upset because yet again they cant see you because THEY LOVE YOU and THEY MISS YOU. They are upset you didnt call back because THEY LOVE YOU. Be specific if you need help. Ask if you need laundry done. Explain that you might be able to anything but sit there while they do it. That will let them help you and YOU have to stop feeling as though you dont deserve it.

We must indeed learn to accept who we are. You can not change another. You can only show yourself and continue to educate when you can so that they can one day see and change their outlook. That is nothing they can read or be told about. Did any book you read prepare you for the labor you felt? The loss of your mom? The empy nest when your child left? Until we have documentaries or appear on talk shows AND BE HONEST. Not someone trying to sell the juice maker. Or someone saying “I have FMS but lyrica allowed me to climb mount Everest!” Uh…yeah whatever. If it did happen great. They need to know that its not the norm.

A success story to me is hearing how someone got to shower today. Saw their kids game. Didnt lose another job from missing too many days. Finally wont their ss case because they were unable to work for 8 years and was forced to live with their grown child with no income. THESE are success stories. Hell, my success story today is that I made it out the bed and to the toilet through the pain without peeing my pants.

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What is happiness truly? Am I really happy? Or just a survivor?

I have always prided myself on being able to make the best of any situation. I feel I have. I understand that I can only compare this to my own limited life experiences. I also think that I fair better than many in the same situation even from a young age. I often coach others in this. You can not change another person but I can show you how to find happiness in every situation. I am unsure this is the same as being happy. Maybe it is just a survival technique in order not to kill yourself. I dont know.

I started to anlise this further when I now see that my own young family now turns to me. Not the usual things you can just kiss and put a band aid on. They are real adults now with real lives and some even have kids older than my own. I had to think was this right. Was I teaching them a way to cope with life or a way to run from it. Just as someone may use alcohol or weed to escape it. Is this really being happy or just finding moments or happiness in order to get through such horrid things that happen in life. Is this even what happiness is

This led to back to myself. Why I am what I am. What events make me me. Why is it I have not killed myself yet. I should have. Long ago. I have not lived such a hard life as some yet I have lived much more horrendous things than many will in 10 life times. Yet I BELIEVE I am happy. I know I have happy moments. I laugh, I smile, I am easily pleased and I take joy in the smallest things in life.

Is this just because I have never had much so I am happy to have just anything? As I see on tv where people go through these poor foreign villages passing out candy to the kids and they think they just won the lottery. Is that what it is?

Or am I truly pleased with such small things? I believe I am. I really do ride in the car, a song can come on and I weep. All those around me know its “just Dee”. No one says anything. No one sings along. We wait until Marvin Gaye sings about Whats Going On and we all know whats going on. I see the images. I feel the notes. My body visibly get goosebumps that can be seen from the kids in the back seat. I then sob because I am so happy that in this awful world we are happy. I THINK we are. We are together. We are in the car, singing and laughing about nothing. We actually enjoy this. The kids want to spend time together. I dont have to beg them. They really do enjoy being just as silly as I do and blame me for their silly gene. Who of course I do what any normal child does, as I am still someones child, I blame their grandmother. Then we laugh more

Is this happy? I can tell my friend that if she totally understands she lives with an alcoholic and she wants to accept this knowing the challenges I can help her still find her happy. Usually we can do this. I have not found a situation where I can not help someone find a way to keep their sanity and be happy. Is this happy? Or is this just survival?

I now question how happy I really am. I question if I should be so willing to share myself with others. I havent a college degree. I dont know anything other than what I have seen in life. What I have been through with friends. What I have learned from reading. What I have learned from watching others. I am a big watcher. Still is this happy? Maybe I am not doing anything but teaching people another way to run from life

Am I really happy or have I successfully learned how to run from life without becoming a drug addict or leaving life by blowing my brains out? What is truly happy?

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“Thank God you are ok and he only has thyroid cancer” — Grrrr…I AM NOT OK and cancer is cancer!

This will read very selfish and thankless. Its not that. I just am losing my mind, I believe that whole heartedly and I need to write. I always have written and I always publish.  I have learned that if I am going through it, someone else has or will. If they have, I learn from what they tell me. If they will, knowing that I didnt blow my brains out yet usually helps them. So its not a slap in the face to those that have been there. I know that my life was saved because God put many people in my path to save it. From my surgeon that removed my colon to a girl that I met on facebook that lives in another country but yet felt so strongly for me that she begged to call me and talk to me and I am glad she did. I have been holding this knot in the rope for so long now. I have been resting in others arms for just so long. I would not make it without the well wishes, the prayers, the notes on my facebook wall, the donations from The Samaritan Network and their prayers. I know 100% I would not be here. I am so so thankful and grateful and I know I will never find the words to express it. I never will. With that said….

Everyone keeps saying THANK GOD YOU ARE OK TO CARE FOR HIM. I am so not ok. I am not. I have fibromyalgia that’s always in a flair and STILL IS. I have crohns and always it flairs from anything and it STILL DOES. My Arthritis and bercitus as so bad on a good day but its cold out so that means its STILL BAD. So on and so forth. Nothing in my life has changed. Other than now I have diarrhea in a bag and don’t puke all day. I still FEEL nauseous often and when I get diarrhea I still feel weak, tired, get dehydrated and then more weak and more tired. I have no colon so can not absorb much liquid anyway so if I am stressed I can not eat and I can not drink as its more to puke or get diarrhea. Nothing has changed for me. I still have scoliosis and hurts to sit. Just putting up clothes today, mind you I did most while sitting, my back hurt so bad that I could barely walk to the toilet. Now my bladder hurts from holding it for so long. I am bleeding from my butt again and my stomach is so painful. That is just from hanging up Terrys clothes, putting up a basket of the boys socks and helping Terry bathe. That is the good part
I can no longer spend all my time focused on me and dealing with my pain so I now must take more pain medication. I know so many that are addicted to their meds that I never took mine even as prescribed. Life is what it is. If something takes you out of pain, or even lessen it, you will take it. As you take it you need more and more to do that same job. I didnt make it up. I know many get pissed at me and say they have no choice or its medically dependent and all sorts of stuff. ITS CALLED BEING A JUNKY! Drug dependent. I just dont want that. Yet that is where I see I am headed.
My brain is still so foggy. Its worse now with the extra stress. I have just 2 weeks to find a lawyer and file my social security appeal and I just cant. Now for this I am told to suck it up and handle my business. Now pay attention here right. Hubby has no thyroid now. He has all the symptoms of graves disease. Or say when you thyroid is not working. This is what I was tested for. The blood test said yes, the uptake scan said no and because its so hard to diagnose they wanted me to repeat it. I couldnt because I was in such pain. You need to go back the next day for the scan and the car ride is 30 min away and I cant. Anway, so here is the thing. Hubby has been told by every doctor that is how he will feel. The symptoms are so close to fibromyalgia its a real trip. I mean just google or bing or whatever you do. They are almost the same thing. Now folks are not telling him to suck it up. They are not telling him to just focus. He cant right? I CANT!!! I JUST CANT!
Right now its 1:30a and I am so tired. My friend, insomnia, is here tonight being helped along by hubbys snoring that is so loud it has awaken the 6 year old once already. This usually happens 3-4 times a night. My ileostomy pouch/bag/appliance or whatever is pc, still itches almost all the time. I have to be aware cause many times in my sleep I have scratched it off. My skin hurts there all the time. My stoma still swells and hurts. I have no way to explain that pain. They say that the stoma has no feeling. Thats crap. Most I talk to in support groups or search on also feel something. I feel itching always all over it and pain often. Even when I manage to sleep Prada (my stoma) is sure to wake me at least once every single night. I know this still might change but its doesnt help me tonight
Thats the other thing: EVERYONE has the answer! Just drink green tea, or do this or that. Put in ear plugs or put on headphone for snoring. Oh my begeesus! I know everyone has good intentions but then they get an attitude when I didnt do all the 800 jillion things they suggest. So now its MY fault I go through this. I cant help that I love my kids and know that if I put on headphones or earplugs I cant hear them. I cant hear Taylor when he cant wake himself from his nightmares. Nightmares that he has cause he cant sleep well cause I cant afford all of his meds. Or that I want to listen to Terry as he was born with RSV and asthma is so severe now that he has laid in my arms on 2 occasions gasping for air. If I listened to others he would be dead. As everyone told me “its just a cold, all babies go through that”. HE WOULD BE DEAD!
I have problems since the surgery that make it painful to sit. I still don’t know if my heart if the reason I cant breath well and get shortness so fast and with 2 blood pressure meds its still so high some days I get dizzy even sitting. Yet I cant find out cause Anthony cant drive. When he could it was all he could do to take us to the ER or get food in the house. Nothing has changed. Yet I cant complain cause everyone feels HOW DARE I! My husband has cancer and I am complaining.
I have no one to talk to as all my friends kids are grown and they now have lives or either they all have grandchildren and its about something else. I am happy for them but I am still IN IT. I have a 6 year old that demands time. I have 2 teenagers that fight all day and want to spend no time with anyone let alone a 6 year old. I have a 20 year old that I believe to be clinically depressed. Friends call me and we talk about everything under the sun. Everything but whats important to me. For me to talk takes a lot of air. It hurts my throat. I cant always justify not being able to laugh with my kids or do homework with them cause I spent all day talking about what was on sale at Walmart. Although, yes, I do need that and need my friends. It would be great if I could talk about something meaningful. Even if I had to cry 15 minutes, can I just do that? Can I not be told how phucking strong I am and to just put on my big girl panties? So I am still back to avoid people like the plague. I want them there but not.
I have a husband now fighting cancer and he cant get much support because every says OH I HAD A FRIEND GO THROUGH THAT AND SHES FINE. Well hell! He had a dose of 150. If it was 151 or more he would still be in the hospital. The radiation has his throat swollen all the way to his chest. He is a freaking chef and has lost his taste. He has pain in his hips and legs that he can not explain. When I Google its hundreds and hundreds of people going through the same thing. Years later even. Some got their taste back after a month or more and others still cant taste salty or sweet. Most complain of pain in their hips and below. So much so that they are on pain meds and even get steroid shots for the pain. Yet Anthony cant get support because ITS ONLY THYROID CANCER
I dont know what is wrong with me. Everyone I have talked to has told me that its normal to feel as I feel. Its normal to be on auto pilot and this and that. I am strong and I been through so much more than this. I can get through this. So on and so forth. I want to see a shrink. Although I know to say that opens up all kinds of other things. I read that sometimes when ppl close to you go through something so unexpected you get traumatized. You cant think clearly and you relive it over and over and it becomes paralyzing. That is how I feel. With more.
Even if hubby is cleared and the cancer has not spread, I see that the world still does not “accept” my limitations as such. I get such a hard time, it still makes me avoid people and now that I can do more, I want to. I know that I love people so much I would not hurt anyone. So I just say OK and I then go cry when they leave, or we are done talking or done chatting. I dont know if this is venting, if its a pity part or if its the wall I am told that I might come up against and if I need to, to just talk to someone. I do know I have no one to talk to. No one to take me out for coffee. No one to come sit and have coffee. No one to talk to on the phone. I am alone. I am not ok. I just say ok. I am not ok. I AM NOT OK!
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I just cant give up yet

I most recently decided to deal with taking care of myself and family like an actual job. I am told time and time again that you can not take care of anyone else if you dont care for yourself first. Now that I am a bit better, I thought I would now go back to seeing all the doctors I havent been able to while I was unable to leave the toilet the last 6 or so years. I would get back into researching all my illnesses and ailments and checking if there is anything new to try. I would spend all my time and energy trying to continue to get better and what little bit of me I did have, to spend with my family. I was so sure of this. Until today.

My hubby has never fully understood my illnesses but has always been by my side. He was there through each terrible diagnosis. Still he just didnt GET it. He now has cancer, he has not been himself for months. Since his surgery he feels better but not. Since his thyroid levels are just about 0 until he gets his radiation he is beyond tired. A fatigue that I have tried to explain since we met. Even making a simple dinner leaves you wiped the rest of the night. As much as he wants to laugh with the kids and enjoy his time off, each giggle screams inside your head like its coming through a bullhorn. As much as you want to now do all the things you couldnt when you had no time, you cant think, you are too weak, yet too exhausted to sleep and less gets done. Even when you just want to lay in your lovers arms and feel as one, its just too much. Even to watch tv is hard because it involves paying attention which is hard to do when your mind is always fuzzy and every minute your mind is diverted to gathering the energy to prepare your legs to lift your body to just go pee. That task alone can take total focus and up to an hour or more to complete. I even peed my pants once I was in such pain

I explained the spoon theory My husband. Although I use this for myself for years before spoons, I used to explain it with sugar packets (dont ask), he never got it. Today he did. He has never understood my illnesses no. He has never done anything to help me in my efforts to help the world understand. I think given his temporary situation, he will be more understanding and helpful. I told him that what he has lived through is what I have felt my entire life, I go through every day and he times that by 10, or 50 or 100 he will never ever still know what I have been through. In no means do I want him to suffer. I cant wait for him to feel better. For him he KNOWS he will feel better. He takes his radiation on Tuesday, there are no side effects and he starts his thyroid hormones on Wednesday. In 3 days he will be one of the “normals” again. I will still be in the same situation.

Watching him go through this makes me feel more and more that I cant give up on my self imposed quest. To just help one persons life easier. To help one chronically ill person to know how I got through things. To show the spouse of that sufferer how not to give up. I dont know how I will do this. I have been writing the same book now since my primary doctors asked me many many times almost 20 years ago. I will not give up now. I will find a way

I get many notes time to time from many people I never met or hate to say, but didnt even notice. We just play games together on facebook, or someone referred them to me on advice how to go about dealing with Fibromyaglia or something. I am posting one that has the most profound effect on me ever.  I have thought about what she has said every day since she said it. I will make another post with all the notes she shared. Keep in mind this is from a woman that I never met. Whom I never knew was “watching” me or had no reason to believe she read anything other than our games. There are many. This one drives me I believe. I think

This is from a gal that added me to a facebook game July 8 2011. We never spoke. I didnt pay much attention as I have thousands of game players and most of us never talk. Then on November 2, 2011 she wrote me this;

Dee,

This may seem like it comes out of left field but I wanted to write and tell you what an incredible lady you are. I don’t get on FB as often as I used to, but I always check your wall to see how you’re coping with the days. You’ve made me laugh and made my heart weep, often in the same post. I’ve never met you Dee, but your heart is a joyous song, and you personify dignity and courage and grace. Your inner strength is a testament to the lady you are, and I’ve been blessed time and again by your words and your wisdom. And I thank you for being so willing to share your struggles. Life can be ugly and messy and painful, doesn’t mean there’s not beauty or joy in it, but the reality isn’t something that should be hidden away out of sight either. If I could wrap up a box of wishes and send them to you, I would in a heart beat. Folks always seem willing to tell others hurtful things and fallshort on telling them the things that matter the most. So let me do that now:

Dee thank you for being a light in my world, you give me joy just from being in it. Thank you for your courage in the face of unbelievable struggles and so much pain, for sharing your thoughts and feelings so openly. You’ve inspired me to dig a little deeper on days when I think no more. You’re a gentle spirit in a world where gentle is seen as weak, and you’ve proved that wrong time and time again.

I wish you peace and comfort in equal measure tonight as the antibiotics start to do their work. I hope your family feels bettersoon, it’s so hard to be sick and look after sick children on top of it all. I hope your sister and niece are still mending, getting stronger. Every day forward is a victory.

Sleep well Dee, when and if you can. Wishing that tomorrow is just a little easier than today.
Carol

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The Greatest Story Ever Told (The Longest Anway!)

I have thought a lot about how to make this post. My main concern was that I always say too much and I fear if its too long no one will read it. Yet if its too short I wont make the point I wanted to.  So I just decided to just write.  (This is LONG! I apologize)

I want to tell you about myself and family first. None of this should matter but lets face it, we are human and not Gods, so it does. As far as I have been told and as far as I can remember I was always sick. As life went on I have been diagnosed with scoliosis, crohns and colitis, fibromyalgia, arthritis, asthma and something tachycardia. I am sure I am missing something

As of today I have had my entire colon removed and now have an ileostomy for the last 4 months or so. For those that never heard of it I wear a bag on my stomach that collect waste. Yes…crap, poop, feces or whatever you want to call it. I have taken lots of medications over the years which have exasperated some of my other ailments. My teeth just started falling out when I started imuran for my crohns. I have 1 molar thats cracked and rest gone. My bones all suffered from 15 years of steroids. Things like that. On my last heart echo they suspect they have finally found a name for my heart defect but I cant find the paper just now. Its where you should have 3 arteries or something but I have 2. I already had an ablasion on it 15 years ago maybe. Still my heart rate always high

Again this has been going on my entire life. I missed a lot of school as a child still I managed to skip 2 grades. I did attend college but lack of money prevented me from continuing. My health was so bad I found it hard to work even part time. So I started looking for answers at age 20. The tests were so expensive I finally gave in and took a job at the phone company for the medical benefits. I didnt want to as this was no career to me but a job. I still felt if I found out what was wrong I could have a career. I could be the psychologist and writer I always wanted to be.

Of the 6 years I worked, I spent about 3.5 out sick and on disability. Finally at the age of 31 I was fired. I was told my health problems were too great, I couldnt even work part time, they let me have every chance they could and if I came back and got sick again I would get fired without disability. So I left. That was 2 days before Christmas I think. So every Christmas since has been really hard since then. Mentally as well as financially

My husband and I now had been married about 8 years and had 1 child. We wanted a family but I was raised, and life had taught me, to try my best to do everything right according to the law and God. So much so that I didnt even believe in sex before marriage. I dated at least 100 men I would think. I slept with only one. That man is my husband. I would not bring other children until I was well enough to care for them and could afford them. I did not think this would go as it did

We ended up buying a home because I had saved for it and each year I was sick. I knew that if we didnt get one now we never would. So instead of the 150,000 home I thought I would have in a great area, we ended up in a 80,000 home in a not so great area. I thought once I was well and could work again we would move on and continue our plans. Maybe 2 years at most. So we thought while I was off, we might as well complete our family. We had 2 more children which turned out was just too much on my body. My husband lost his job of 10 years because he had to stay at home to care for us all.

Now I had a home I could no longer care for, 3 kids which I could barely physically care for and now we were financially in a place I never knew existed. Well not if you did everything right. Not if you lived your life “right”. Now if you planned and used common sense and worked for everything you had. I had had a 401k, stocks and bonds and all that once. I was not familiar with this place I was in. It was worse than the childhood I could remember and my mom was a single parent with 6 kids. This was the start of what I thought was the end

As years went on Anthony, my husband, did get another job. He had to take a low paying job with flexible hours so that he could still care for me and the children. He went to school and studied to be a chef. He went from cooking meals that I couldnt even pronounce to being a cook in a kitchen yet again. If he took a real chef job that meant night work and I was not getting any better but worse. We even had to leave our home before we sold it. The area had gotten so bad that our kids couldnt even go in the backyard to play. The kids took it over like a park. There were little kids as young as 5 years old that would call us all sorts of curse words when we told them to get out our yard. One night there was a prostitute that got raped right under the window where my bed was. The police came and said it happens often. They didnt take a report and then said they had another call and left. That is the same thing they said when our home had gotten broken into. So we left

Now today, we are in the same situation. We have had our last child and he is now 6 years old. I felt we might as well since I was getting so ill and it was our last chance. I thought I would have a remission as I did with the other pregnancies, well of sorts anyway. It was much worse than anything I could imagine. This child had to be taken 4-6 weeks early because I could no longer carry him. I was bleeding rectally so much and could no longer hold my bowels to get to the bathroom. That was the good part

In addiction to my illnesses, my children were born with their own. Anthony had only bronchitis and now he has an onslaught of illnesses just this past year. The worse part being an enlarged thyroid. He pays for insurance and so do I. His deductables are 7, 35 and 50. Mine are now 2, 6 and I forget the other. They only just fixed this this year. All these years they kept arguing with me because they still had me as working. So we had to decide what medicines we could afford. I believe this is why I got so much worse. I cant believe to calculate the costs of my medicines without insurance.

In addiction we have lots of medicines which are now over the counter. Those run a great deal. On top of that, Taylor and Terry both have a defect with their feet that causes them great pain. We tried braces with Taylor, which we had to pay for, but they did not work. We never got the money to try with Terry. Every day they come home from school in pain and can do nothing but sit. I watched Taylor go from riding his bike daily and wanting to play soccer to gaining 50lbs and a video game fanatic just as the orthopedist said would happen. The older he gets the more pain he will have. The more pain he has the less he will be able to get around. So the more weight he gains. Now its happening to Terry

Thats the other thing. Everyone just assumes we spend our money on McDonalds and the kids are overweight because of it. Then they dont want to even donate food as they feel we are less deserving then dogs to treat our kids like that. Our oldest has a weight issue that his doctors knew about when he was young and so does he. He really is addicted to food since before he ate solids. Tyler has only gained once he couldnt go out and play. Then his asthma got so bad when we moved here cause we couldnt afford all his medicines. Taylor didnt gain until his feet got too painful and now Terry is doing the same. They eat the garbage lunches at school when they dont make them sick and we cant afford real food anymore at home. We can only afford 2 pieces of fruit each a week if we are lucky, not a day. Although we are human and we will willingly eat noodles 3 days for lunch in order to order a pizza or go to the 3 movies across town

When I met John Ardis and found out about how I THOUGHT the Samaritan Network worked I felt I would never see him again. He said that they were not set up for anything ongoing just as the rest of the country had told me. We make too much for any county, state or federal assistance and too little to live. We can only survive just barely. I even googled the network once and saw an article in the Beacon and some other paper. He wrote me about a woman whos son had been shot and what they did for her. I then gave 20 myself. I thought thats what it meant. If a lot of ppl gave a little of something it would help another. I dont know what I didnt pay that month to give that money but I know I could not give again. I did post the webpage on my facebook and looked for a facebook link to help get others involved and I figured that was my way of giving

John (I feel I have cried enough tears to him that I can now call him by his first name haha) emailed me again and asked what he could do or how we were doing. I dont even think I replied. I felt he was such a nice man but as I told him before, we are in quicksand with no way out. I could not imagine anything that would help. The only thing would be for someone to get better and lessen the medical costs, but every illness is incurable. Or for hubby to get a better job and we covered that already. I guess a 3rd option would be to go move to a home in a very bad part of town but even when I looked there the rent was just 300 less than here. Our mortgage at our house we left in Maywood was even 300 more than we pay here I think.

So when he emailed me again about Christmas I started to reply and then I deleted it all. If I told him what was really going on it would sound like I was lying. Anthonys thyroid is still growing and now bothering him to swallow. Yet we cant get a biopsy til we make arrangements to pay for his ultrasound. To get that ultrasound we had to make arrangements on the balance of his cat scan and that was over 500. We also had to pay for his and Tyler emergency room visits, the 75 copay for each, when they had their asthma attacks. So to date his surgery is not scheduled

Tyler still needs an MRI. Cancer runs in my family, my brother currently has brain cancer even. Tyler has had trouble with balance and more since birth and they are again checking him. If not cancer it could be he has autism and we dont have money to pay for the therapy and classes he will need and the family will need to learn how to deal with him

Its just on and on and on. Its not one thing or even 10 that I can think anyone can do to help. Because each day its something else. We start out each month something like -600 and go from there. So I dont get as many as my medicines as I feel I can do without. Those that we take the same I give to them as I get it cheaper. We dont have a car payment or anything else. We have internet and satellite tv. So there was nothing I felt he could do for us. Still he asked again. Like if we needed toys and food. Now this was something we needed but I didnt want him to help us if someone else needed it. I had bought my kids a gift in October and they knew they would get 1 gift and 50 from their Dad bonus. Oh yeah, did I mention all that was spent on the crappy car?

I cant say exactly how it went but I know it was a lot of screaming and crying involved. That was from me! First he said that they had money to offer that was raised already. It was not going to hurt another person and I just screamed with joy. Then he said he would just tell the group about us but he could not promise anything. I knew this now as he had explained how the network actually worked. He even said that one day he might call upon the boys to help move someone to a new home. I really felt excited because this made us part of it. When I thought we could do nothing. I felt on top of the world

It seems there was a lot of phone calls after that. He would call and say someone gave headphones for the oldest. They had a helicopter for the baby and so on. It was just on and on and so very fast. I could not think at all. I really didnt believe it. He said he would drop off some gift cards and decorations for our tree. (darn the tree story was good but my fingers hurt. Another time maybe haha). Anthony was home and they had never met so I didnt even try to get down the stairs. We already had to go across town to a doctors appointment and then to walmart to try to get something for them. I felt so bad about them having nothing. Fischer school had extra gift certificates and had given us some for them already. I used those on food. I picked up the new bopit like 4x and put it back. I told her I was going to get that toy now. When we left we didnt go through the cards. I just knew we had to go.

When we go to the store we ended up spending more on food than I thought. Then we were all sick again and had to get more cold pills and all that. Nothing was going as planned. I did get bopit though. I knew that John said he was bringing dinner and I knew we were ok for the weekend. Then one of the gift cards wouldnt work and we had to pay for it. When we got home we were -29 in the bank. I still didnt care. I knew we were ok

The best part of all this was that we were celebrating Christmas on Christmas eve. Anthony usually has to work on holidays unless they fall on his days off. This year he had to work so we had a family meeting. Tyler and Taylor, now 12 and 13, said they knew there was no santa. They did know that the school helped us a lot and they knew we were not having a traditional dinner because it costs too much. The baby was just 6 so we agreed to just pretend Christmas Eve was actually Christmas day. Usually the boys had to wait until their dad got home to open anything. Even if it was 8p that night. So they knew the feeling and didnt want to do that to Terry. Everything was going so great!

Our Christmas morning came and the boys let us sleep an extra hour and played xbox. When we finally got down stairs they waited and took turns opening things as they usually did so we could take pictures of them. For some reason my camera was just dying and wouldnt work. So I told them to just open them and anthony filmed it on his cell phone. We were all shocked. I dont even think thats a good word for it

The xbox games they got seem as though they were picked out just for them. One of the games was one that Tyler had wanted so badly and already planned on using any Christmas and birthday money for it. There were games for all of them. Then there were books. I cant believe the books. Right now its 3a and AJ is reading one. He hasnt been able to put them down. Terry is just 6 but he reads more on a 2nd or 3rd grade level than 1st. He doesnt like baby books and right now he has his entire pile of books in my room keeping safe until we find a spot haha

Its like it wasnt a lot of thigs or things like their friends got. Their friends all had smart phones and tablets. My kids had a mini tablet which I got on groupon for 49 and shared a phone with aj that I just bought as I had to get my turned off to save money. They are normally grateful kids to start with and understand they are not well off as others. This year they felt no different at all. The things they got were what they would have picked out and the best part is they felt it wasnt charity. They didnt feel like the poor kids that had to do tricks or something for a book. John never made them feel like that at all.

I always tell my kids there are angels. They might ask how did we get food of who helped us buy them a gift or where did something come from. I always tell them its angels. The world is full of them. We didnt even eat the dinner Christmas Eve as we were so exhausted. That day, which was our Christmas, we ate, we played, we hugged, we smiled and we were happy. All day. I just cant put it into words

I wrote this mainly for those of the Samaritan Network. So that you might know that you helped a family beyond anything maybe you thought you would. No we are not in a shelter, we dont have a son with MS or any of those stories that appear on the news. We are a true family. We married for love when I was 23, I was not pregnant, I never had an abortion, we had our first son at 27 after he was long planned and prayed for, we saved twice for a house before we actually bought one, we had 3 cars and all that. We worked for what we had, we did not live outside our means and had no intention of ever being a burden on anyone else or raising kids in poverty. Life just happens sometimes. I didnt even take a tylenol with any of the pregnancies even though I was very sick. I only took prednisone with Terry as it was life or death and children get prednisone safely. He has to take it occasionally now for his asthma even. In our case its all medical, no solution and nothing we could have done to prevent it, nothing we did to make it worse and nothing we can truly do to make it better other than be able to afford all of our medications

From January 1 2011 until April I went to sleep wishing I would die and woke up cursing God because I didnt. I went from believing that God made miracles happen, having had more than a few in my life before, to questioning the very existence of a God. Of any God at all. My prayers were not the usual world peace and joy which they had been all my life. They were now death chants. So often and so loud that I no longer cared if my children heard. You can read past blogs to get an idea of what life was like. It was 20x worse as I had even stopped blogging. I was too sick and hated the world too bad to care. I no longer didnt try to take my own life because I thought I would go to hell. I didnt because all I had were pills and I puked all day. My thought is God, if was real, hated me so much that he would have me live but then brain dead if I tried.

I was told a few times that the reason I have trouble understanding fighting and evil and why no one helps another is because I dont know anyone like myself. I have bought food for people I never met in real life but only online.  I have paid peoples bills. I have sat up on the phone with them all night and cried. I have spent hours reading their posts and praying as I was in too much pain to sit and type back to them. There has never been a year, until we moved here, that someone hasnt lived with us and never have they paid a dime. If I saw that I could help someone I just did. I didnt have to be asked, begged or thanked. Most times I forget it even happened until the person tells me years later. Thats not why I did it. I loved people more than you can know. That was all gone. Then John came. Then Samaritan Network came

Tonight I was giving Terry his medications. We are all still sick, he was born with rsv and now that translates to very bad asthma. While we were waiting I was closing out my computer to sleep. An email came in and he told me to look at the pictures. Then we went to the email. It was a person I came across on youtube while I was searching for videos to show how to change my ileostomy bag and care for my stoma. It was a girl very sick and in the hospital. She was asking for prayers. Terry started to cry because her colon had came through and burst as mine almost did. She had the g-tube down her throat as I had. He said she must be in great pain as I was. He wanted to pray. I took his hand and I told him how we pray. How I pray. When we were done he said he remembered that we used to pray. He remembers when I used to tell him stories about the bible. When I was always talking about God and when my bible was by my bed not in a cabinet. We both cried.

I never usually accept anything from anyone. I feel they can always give to someone that needs it more. Mostly I feel that it wont help me so why take from another. I think this is the first time someone just didnt say “ok, whatever you say”. Someone kept asking. Someone kept trying. Someone kept caring

I believe in God not because I didnt die yet again. I dont believe in God for any other reason other than the people I have seen and met this year. Those on facebook that prayed for my premature niece without hesitation. Those that prayed for me, and even called me from other countries because they knew my absence and hollow words when I was around was my death cry. I can now say that I met people like me. I met people that love others because God says so. That help others because they can not because they are commanded.

This is the longest post I can think that I have written in my life, I still didnt cover what I wanted to but my hands hurt so bad I can say no more. (I know you are happy about that hahaha) I do know there is a God. He is good. He is love. Its ok for me to keep loving as I and I know I am not alone. I am not stupid. Or naive. I am a good samaritan and I know that there are many others out there. Thank you http://samaritannetwork.com/sn1/

(will add pic and video links tomorrow)

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SOMETIMES REALITY IS FUNNIER THAN ANY JOKE

SOMETIMES REALITY IS FUNNIER THAN ANY JOKE: Social Security sent me to their own doc today citing that one person can not have so much wrong. I go see the doc, he looks at the paper and says “this cant be right. No one person can have all this”. I knew it wasnt going to go well when said that I can only chose TWO illnesses to discuss. I told him that crohns and fibromyalgia bothered me most. One we started talking he said he didnt know what an ileostomy was, couldnt say the word or spell it. When we got to FMS he told me that the only symptoms of fms were fatigue and sore muscles, nothing more. He said my heart rate and blood pressure were high, I had very stiff joints with limited movement, muscle weakness on the left side and he doesnt know why I keep shaking. I  said that I had tachycardia, arthritis, scoliosis, nerve damage and a heart defect. At the end of the physical exam I am crying, the nurse has a tear streamed face, the lady in the next room is shaking and the doctor is holding my hand saying “I am so sorry. I just cant see how one person can have this much wrong with them”. He said he wasnt allowed to read my medical records, he couldnt put down all the other things wrong and he had no say in judgement he was just the doctor. As I was leaving, he told the next woman that was obviously paralyzed on her right side from a stroke to put her cane down and walk across the room so he could see how far she can walk unaided. The entire room got silent. I cried and left

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How do I feel about having an ileostomy? Well…

I had my first surgery sometime in April.  This was to remove all but 4 inches of my colon and the rectum. Although it was a great improvement I was still sick. I was so mad at the world as I not only had to go to the toilet 10x a day to empty my ileoostomy bag but also still go 10 additional times, and sometimes more, for diarrhea and/or bleeding. The pain was absolutely horrid. I cried all the time, just as I did before the surgery and I was unable to do anything at all. Things were much worse and more went on but my goal is not to gross you out or take away the good in this post. As good as things were, they were still so bad. So I really dont count that sugery as most do as their ile birthday or when their new life started. The date I celebrate is July 21, 2011.

On that day Prada (my ileostomy) was officially born. Although it was put in as perm during my first surgery. My surgeon and I pretty much knew from my history that I would not be able to get a reversal. My surgeon would not consider me for a j-pouch because of crohns. I wont go into detail about this as that is an endless medical debate and I am not a doctor. As we thought, 2 weeks after my first surgery I was almost just as sick as before.

Having an ileostomy has been like having my first baby. EVERYONE that has had one before me feels they are an expert. Everyone has hints and tips to share and, just as they did when I had my first baby, get offended when I question them or want to try someone elses advice. Those that dont have one will try to help based on what someone else has told them or that they read. Often times, just like with a new baby, its not good information. Its not that they dont mean well, they just dont know. For instance a couple of people were telling me what their aunt does, or their cousin or what they googled but just dont understand those people had a colostomy and I have an ileostomy. Almost all of what they were so adamant about, although coming from a good place, just would not help me. So I am hoping not to offend anyone.

I have been reading about possible surgerys for many years. I have been in support groups online and off since I was diagnosed sometime in 1992 or 1993. I am thinking I have spoken with hundreds of thousands of folks with some type of IBS and IBD. Having various outcomes and various symptoms before and after. The one thing I can 100% say is that no two people are the same.

Just as my disease varied day to day, I notice that life with a stoma can be the same. Some days Prada is very noisy not matter what I eat or even if I eat. Other days I can do the same thing and its quiet as a mouse. Some days the output looks as if I just emptied coffee into my bag and other days it looks like a normal soft stool. The one thing that has been the same since the day I had my last surgery is how good I feel. I can not remember a time in my entire life feeling this well. I can remember back to 2-3 years of age

I have read countless people that have leaks and appliance (why is it called an appliance when its just a bag?) malfunctions, skin problems and just all sorts of things. I have been very lucky. A few minor leaks, a couple of yeast and infections and my bag has “broken” just twice since the first surgery. I am allergic to adhesive and itch even with benadryl but that has been the worse for me so far

I am happy again but its different. Its like happy on steroids. Trust me I know about steroids! I no longer have to wonder if this will be a good hour or not. I went through lots of anxiety at first. I would still look at food and cry. I am unsure if others had such vomited as I did. I was always told that its not part of colitis or crohns exactly but there is no way to be sure. I do know that I havent thrown up since my first surgery in April. I havent been as nauseous since this last surgery at all. I was taking 4mg of zofran 3x a day and I think I took just 1 pill at all last week. Not 1 a day. JUST ONE PILL. Just on and on. I could write an hour just on the symptoms I had

I also knew the placement of a stoma was about 3 inches to the side or the navel and then 3 inches down. I didnt want my bag so low that it hung out from under my clothes or that I had to wear it in my pants which I read so many hated. I also didnt want to have to worry about my pants at all. For many they can longer even wear fitting jeans again as the stoma is right at the waist line. My stomach is maybe 3 inches to the right of my navel (or where my navel used to be) and then 1 inch ABOVE it. I love the placement and I am the one that decided to put it there.

My goal was not to hide my ostomy. I cant hide that I wear glasses or my cane. Its just part of life. Some get offended when they see it and even guide their children away. As long as its not a clear bag and stool is visible I just really dont care what others think. Heck some could care less about the ostomy but dont like me because I am black, or a woman and sometimes, because I am a useless chronically ill person. So I just really wanted to make things easier on me, my tattered body and my hardly working hands. The placement has been prime in my eyes

I can easily see why many that have lived as I did can not stop talking about their ostomy. Just as a person does with a new child. I am learning new things each day. Each day life gets easier. I have just such a multitude of health issues but I do not want to muddle this post with that and confuse anymore. Just speaking as a crohns/colitis survivor, having an ileostomy has been the absolute more wonderful thing that has happened to me…since the birth of my babies

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To BLOG or VLOG? What do you think?

I been thinking about this for as many years as I had highspeed internet. Now I am thinking about more for 2 reason:

1. Its easier and faster to just listen to someone. You can walk around, continue to surf or whatever while you listen

2. Its getting harder and harder for me to type. No one really wants to read that much anymore. I can fit what it takes me pages to write in a 5 minute video. Also I have to disable comments here as I get like 1,000 spam comments and never know if its helping anyone at all

I am sure I will write or keep some sort of record always. Its my way to vent. Then when someone is going through something I did I can just refer them to a link they read when they want with links I found that may help

However I DO want to help people. That is my first love. Yet I look bad now from the years of medications. I have no teeth. I would not want to put my face in the video as to not distract from the main goal. Yet would anyone watch it with no face? Then too the point is to be HONEST. To see my face now is to know how hard these illnesses can be and how hard I have fought

To continue to blog or go to vlog? I will let you decide

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