Hi everyone! I know it's not Saturday, but I've been in a "Fibro Flare" since Wednesday and it's all I can do to get one post out. I still wanted you to have this information so just pretend the weekend is not over:)
I had an interesting conversation with a clerk at Barnes and Noble last month. I laid a book on the checkout counter. She snatched it up and said, "I didn't know we had this! Where did you get it?" and I thought, Well obviously here, if I'm trying to buy it. But instead of being sassy I said, "I found it in the 'diseases' section."
Turning it over in her hands she said, "I have to get one. I have Fibromyalgia." I said, "Me too!" like we'd just discovered something marvelous. We commiserated with one another and talked about treatment and medications - what worked and hadn't worked, etc.
Just like that, I'd met a fellow sufferer. In our few minutes of time we spoke using the words that can only be understood by someone in the same circumstance. It was a communion of sorts. However, in one way she was different. Frustrated with the medical process, she gave up trying to find medicine that could help her.
I'm not that brave.
In any case, it was important that we shared stories. I hope you know you're not alone. Unfortunately, there are millions of us - mostly women - and research is being done. In the meantime, it's up to us to educate and help ourselves and each other as much as possible. This book has been a source of comfort for me, so I'm sharing it with you...
I'd love to hear your story and any sources of comfort you could share!