Pain

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Chronic pain is one of those conditions that affects every part of life but remains invisible to those who aren’t going through it. I have been living with bouts of chronic pain for my entire life, but I notice now that I’m into my 30s, the situation is getting worse. That’s just the natural progression of age, although people with chronic pain tend to feel like their bodies age faster than other people. I take enough pills for a woman beginning the elderly phase of life. The thing of it getting to me is that I had a pattern of normalcy and I could live with the level of pain in my body, but beginning this premature aging process means I’m uncomfortable much more often and I don’t know how to establish a new sense of normalcy.

The main source of my particular pain is osteoarthritis, which pretty much comes with the territory where my disability is concerned. It began when I was about 6-years-old in my feet and hips. Those are the parts of my body most affected by my disability. Over the years, the osteoarthritis pain spread into my hands, my knees, my shin bones, and became much worse in my feet and hips. Most recently, I’ve found new bouts of pain in my spinal column. I’m not sure how much further it can spread before my whole body is a big arthritic mess. Treatment has varied from a lot of different pills to joint injections with combinations of steroids and pain blockers. I’ve also had various surgeries meant to stabilize my body enough to relieve things. Some treatments have helped. Some have not.

One thing that doesn’t get talked about is the way physical pain affects the mental condition of a person. Chronic pain and depression go hand-in-hand. Not only that but being in pain also increases anxiety, irritability and makes it difficult to maintain personal relationships, jobs and self-worth. These are all factors written about in studies about pain. I have experienced all of these issues and I notice that everything weak in my mental condition becomes weakened even more when my pain level goes up. Every single one of my personal relationships has been affected one way or another. Pain causes me to feel sick to my stomach, so I get clammy and often disoriented if it’s particularly severe. Trying to hold down an intelligent conversation when you’re in pain, sick and disoriented is exceedingly difficult. Then I get mad at myself and that becomes a short-tempered issue. So when you know someone who has chronic pain and their behavior becomes short-tempered, it’s not about anything you did. It’s usually frustration from within about the situation. Knowing that no matter where you go or how you try to make it better, you’ll never get away from the pain, and it does things to your mind. Sometimes people understand but there are some who don’t and they can’t be blamed for it. It’s so difficult to understand a condition that can’t be seen. There is a lot of guilt that comes with chronic pain as well because your body simply won’t allow you to do all the things you want to do, which can disappoint other people.

A benefit, or perhaps a curse, with aging is the new ability to recognize that perhaps doctors don’t actually know everything that is best for you. I’ve had a previous doctor throw narcotics at me rather than get to the cause of my pain, which created a severe addiction to Fentanyl patches and Oxycodone. Long story short and battles with a subsequent alcohol addiction later, all of my medications are now supervised. The injections of steroids and pain blockers in my hip joints helped a lot, but there were strange side effects. I have become concerned in recent years that, while pills, injections and surgeries provide some relief, I don’t really know what the side effects are doing to the rest of my body. I never really thought to ask. You go to doctors for help and you trust them to steer you in the right direction, often on blind faith. This is not to say they’re giving you things to intentionally hurt you though. I’m just beginning to wonder if I’ve been presented with all of the options, including natural options.

So as I’ve begun looking at natural options like turmeric and fish oil, I see that I’m in over my head. An expert would be helpful to explain such options to me, yet there seems to be this position in Western medicine that natural remedies do no good. Those of us who are concerned about the damage injections and narcotic medications are doing to our organs don’t have much in the way of guidance toward alternate treatments. It is my belief, after venturing into being more proactive in my care, that Western medicine should be more willing to embrace treatments that don’t necessarily come from big pharmaceutical companies. I’m not against Western medicine at all. I just feel that there should be more of an effort to incorporate natural treatments into more traditional treatments. Doctors have the ability to help people understand which natural treatments might have adverse reactions with their current medical plans. I’ve heard there are doctors out there who welcome more individualized care plans but I personally have never been a patient of any such doctors.

One of my biggest goals in the upcoming new year is to get a better grip on my pain issues. This is a world where nothing is going to change if you don’t take the action to change it yourself, so I need to be more proactive in working with doctors on my care plan instead of passively accepting whatever treatment they offer. A few friends in similar situations have recommended pain management specialists in my part of Georgia who are willing to look at different ideas like anti-inflammatory diets and supplements like turmeric and omega-3 fish oil. For the time being, I will agree to another round of injections in my joints if only to give my body a break and my mind time to strengthen again. Another form of traditional treatment that I can’t avoid is surgery. I talked about having surgery a couple of years ago but it became evident that my mother’s need for a hip replacement was more important to get through first. Now that she’s healed, we’re back to my feet. I was born with clubfeet and I had surgery when I was a baby, but in the 28 or 29 years since then, my feet have reverted back to the painful contorted position. I’ll spare you the gory details but needless to say, correcting clubfeet is messy, painful and highly invasive. It will improve my quality of life in the long run, so it must be done. In the mean time, I can start the anti-inflammatory diet and research supplements that might provide some long-term relief without jacking up my organs.

The moral of the story?

Don’t sit passively by when your gut is telling you that your doctors are going down the wrong road. You have a right to speak up and suggest ways to individualize your care plan if you feel better about going in a different direction. I also urge you to research the long-term side effects of the medications you’re taking and weigh the pros and cons with a more educated opinion. If you feel your care plan is great as it stands, go on with it! If you have lingering questions, don’t be afraid to seek answers!

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Sticks and stones

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This person pictured at left is Ann Coulter.

Now you know why I’m here writing a blog called Sticks and Stones.

The truth is, I dream of a world where words like retard, cripple, cunt, nigger, kyke, homo, queer, gook, dyke, etc., no longer exist for people like Ann Coulter to use as bullying weapons.

There is an argument to be made that those words don’t really mean anything unless people feel hurt or anger about them. In other words, the words are just words and have no power until people attach negative connotations. I do agree with that but only to a certain extent. If you have ever been on the receiving end of those words repeatedly hitting you like bullets, one of two things will happen. You will either become tough to the point of not feeling anything anymore, or you will become so debilitated by the abuse that you never recover. That’s where suicides due to abuse and bullying happen. You cannot deny that it’s a real problem in the world, especially among young people.

In order to correct the problem of verbal bullying, it has to start with the adults setting the examples for the children. Like it or not, children are exposed to the media every day and it is evryone’s responsibility to teach them compassion. Children learn faster by watching the example of their elders than they do being told rules and ordered to follow them. A child growing up in an abusive environment is much more likely to grow up to be abusive and follow that example. These are facts.

When I was a child, I was bullied in school for multiple reasons. I was in a wheelchair, I wore glasses, I was shy and I was a bookworm. Added to that, the fact that I was a child medium got around as well. To suggest that I was bullied is an understatement. I didn’t really know any other way to live, so being bullied meant that I became a bully for a short time as well. There was a boy who was even less popular than I was named Omar. He was from a very conservative family and I think they were either Indian or some type if Middle Eastern. He was a classic geek and a momma’s boy as well. These were things he was raised to be and had no conception that he wasn’t cool until we started teasing him. Every day for a few years, we called him names and made fun of him in countless ways. Now, as a grown woman, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about that boy a little bit and wish I could take back my part in it. I was called crippled and lots of other things, so I took it out on him. Of course I didn’t know I was taking my own bullying out on him at the time. I was too young to understand.

That is exactly why children need to be taught by example. The cycle isn’t going to break unless we change the way we speak to each other and show our children how to be compassionate.

So while we do have freedom of speech in this country and people have the right to express themselves in any manner that they choose, is it really okay? Is it okay to spew out words that have caused scores of people to hate themselves to the point of wanting to kill themselves? No. There are more intelligent ways to express disagreements than spewing hatful words at each other that accomplish nothing more than proving who can hurt who the most. Really think about it – what does name calling accomplish? If we expect our children to grow up to be intelligent and compassionate, then why are we not living up to our own expectations? Articulation and language has continued to devolve over the years in America to the point where we sound uneducated more than we have in prior generations. Only conscious decisions to favor compassion and articulate discussion over verbal bashing and insults will provide good examples for the children we don’t want growing up to be bullies.

Someone like Ann Coulter is very smart in the way that she knows exactly what she’s doing with her bullying language. It gets her headlines. It puts her on Fox News. However, she’s a perfect example of how furthering yourself sets a terrible example for those in generations beneath her. Just posting this blog gives people like her attention but I had to do it in order to make my point.

The next time you feel the urge to call someone a bullying name, thing about two things. One, think about the times you were called names and hurt by abusive language. Do you really want to perpetuate the cycle? Two, ask yourself if you’re really furthering your argument by using abusive language. I’m willing to bet that it doesn’t do a thing to help your argument but just makes you look tougher. We all need to work every day to become better people and compassion is one of the most important traits to develop. Not conditional compassion. Real compassion.

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To the mothers of departed children

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It hardly seems possible that seven years have passed since I lost my child. This day is the anniversary of my miscarriage. Ordinarily, I avoid talking about it in public because I don’t like to think about it but I use this day to remind women who have lost children that they are still mothers. It’s something rather painful that I have observed since I lost my own baby, this phenomena of guilt by women who want to be acknowledged on certain days such as Mother’s Day but not feeling like they have the right because they never actually had the baby. The truth is, ladies, we have every right to call ourselves mothers and wish to be acknowledged in the same way that mothers are who have their children with them. My spiritual beliefs teach me that just because we did not give birth to full-term babies does not mean the souls of those babies cease to exist. They exist in a place where we will all see them again when our times come to pass from this world into the next.

For some of us, our departed children will return to us by means of reincarnation whether it is in this life or future lives. This anniversary came to me with a bittersweet air because my son was reborn over the summer to another mother, thereby fulfilling the promise made in the days prior to my miscarriage. On one hand, I will have the privilege of watching him grow into manhood, but on the other hand, he is no longer my son. You see, before I miscarried, I had a few dreams in which I was allowed to meet my child and receive comfort from him to soften the blow of the loss to come. He repeated more than once that he would be back, that I wasn’t able to be a mother yet. At the time, I thought he meant he might return to a future pregnancy of mine, whether this life or the next, but I was thinking in rather limited terms. A soul will come back in a variety of roles, something I failed to understand in my own life, despite teaching other people the same thing.

Last year, my son returned in a rather cryptic and vivid dream in which I was holding him and feeding him as an infant. Another spirit being came along – something much more evolved than myself – and touched his head, marking him somehow. Wordlessly, the being took my son from me and I was at peace with it. Not long afterward, a friend of mine announced she was pregnant and it dawned on me that the dream was meant to convey to me that my child found a new place in this world. I remained mildly skeptical, however, because such a quick turnaround rate in reincarnating (less than ten years) is not as common as one might think, although it can happen. When her baby was born, I recognized my son right away in the photographs. There is no more proof needed for me than that to know that my son found a mother to help him explore this life and still allow me to be part of it. His first initial is even still the same as it was when I named him seven years ago.

My purpose in sharing such a private story with you today is to inspire hope. Although my baby Joshua left my body seven years ago, his soul lived on and now he has a life to live here with us in the world. It does feel a little bittersweet at times knowing that I’m technically not his mother anymore but I was his mother for seven years. The love of a mother doesn’t die with the passage of time. I still have rather maternal leanings toward other souls whom I once called my own children even though many of them are older than me now. A few of my former children are now my friends and another is one of my sisters. Even my brother still behaves in a naturally paternal manner toward me because he was once my father. So you see, even though we temporarily endure the agony of loss, the loss doesn’t last forever. In one way or another, we will all meet again. Until then, try not to feel alone because the souls of those you have lost still love you and look in on you from time to time. Everything is by design and happens for a reason. Allow yourself to grieve but never forget that you are still a mother no matter if you gave birth to a full-term child or miscarried in the earliest stages of pregnancy. Allow the universe to show you the way through your grief. The light is at the end of the tunnel but you may need help feeling your way through the darkness.

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