I have found as a
sufferer of Fibromyalgia, that those that suffer are rarely understood. No one
that has not suffered can ever TRUELY understand what it is to suffer with pain
twenty four hours a day. And knowing this, how can we understand the pain and
suffering of those that suffer death from torture and injury? Can we truly
understand the pain and suffering that Jesus endured at the hands of the
Romans? I can't imagine, even with the worst days of my flareups, or
remembering the pain of a broken ankle and childbirth, all rolled into one,
could not equal the suffering that He endured for me in just five minutes of
his Passion. I shiver at the thought! I would have fainted with the first
strike of the cat-o-nine tails on my back! The Jews would never have punished
anyone the way Jesus was punished that day. The maximum lashes to be given were
never to exceed forty, so to ensure no accidental miss-counts, they would stop
at thirty nine lashes. The Shroud of Turin in reverse photography shows the
lash mark blood stains. But the Romans, who had perfected the methods of torture,
had no compunction to stop so soon. If the Shroud of Turin is as real as I
believe it is, our Lord was struck over 100 times!
How can we, as pampered Americans, who have outlawed all
methods of corporal punishment, who have actually made the death penalty as
painless as a needle in the arm, ever understand that kind of pain and
suffering? It’s simple, we can't. With that understanding, we should be humbled, and with
great humility, surrender ourselves to Christ's love. Anyone that would endure
the unendurable for my sorry butt, deserves my un-dying love and gratitude. For
myself, I am not a person to let pain stop me from living my life. I decided
after a time of feeling sorry for myself, that I would not let it stop me from
enjoying life, but it took a while.
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I remember crying in my husbands arms shortly after my
diagnosis, thinking that I would never be able to enjoy long walks on the
beach, again, or playing with my children, and my grandchildren. I was seeing
way into the future and crying about things that had not happened yet.
Fibromyalgia is one of those hard to diagnose problems, as
the symptoms are similar to so many other conditions. Joint pain is similar to
Rheumatoid and Osteo Arthritis. The Chronic Fatigue is similar to RA and Lupus,
and Hyper-Thyroidism, heart conditions, etc. First they must test for all the
things they have tests for, and then make a conclusion when everything else has
been eliminated.
In time, I learned more and found that a person can have FMS
for their whole life and it finally manifests itself fully after a stressful
event or trauma. The doctor started me out on medications, pain relievers,
muscle relaxers, anti-depressants, and because my blood pressure was raging
high, blood pressure medicine. Yikes! I was feeling older by the minute!
Eventually, I had to find ways to reduce my stress, changing jobs, changing
meds, but the pain was always there. The fatigue never left me. I tried
swimming in warm water, and I got a little better. I heard about an alkaline
diet but I blew it off for over two years as hokum. Then one year, after
meeting my son's Chinese in-laws, they made me see that eating right may be the
answer. And I had six months to try it before my son's wedding. After two
months of eating stir-fry veggies, cutting out meat, and eating more fruit, I
was feeling so good I began to wean myself off the meds. I flipped out my
rheumatologist, eventually leaving and never going back. God answered my
prayers when I got out of my own way. (And I got to dance at my son's wedding!)
I could have been off the meds years ago if I had listened to the people He
kept sending to me.
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So, long story short, I am in control of my pain. It is my decision
if I do not follow the proper diet, it is my fault if I let myself get stressed
out to the point of causing a flareup. God didn't do it to me, He showed me how
to manage it myself. Today, when I find myself unable to stick to my diet, for
reasons not important here, I "offer it up" for Jesus. I offer my
pain and suffering to him, to accept and use for good. I offer my pain for
others needs, for my husband, for my friends, for my own time in purgatory.
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Have you experienced pain and suffering? Has it caused you
to doubt your faith? Have you left church and feel alone? Come home, come back,
we will welcome you with open arms, and we will pray for you. Life can be good
again, you just have to get out of your own way.
Blessings,
The Catholic Lady©