QUOTE (ballerina @ Oct 19 2007, 02:22 PM)

I do wonder sometimes when I don't have the 'foggy brain', if the constant worrying about my health is actually making the physical symptoms even worse. From the moment I wake up feeling lousy I worry constantly about what could be wrong with me, virtually until it's time to go to bed. On the rare occasions that I don't feel quite so bad, I will suddenly experience a 'symptom' and then the worrying starts all over again. It's hard to believe that there isn't something terribly wrong with you when you feel so ill so much of the time. I try to help myself by eating quite healthily, and also trying to be active but alot of the time I feel so awful it's hard to exercise and eat the right things, it takes all my energy just to get through the day and look after my family.
Living out each one of our lives takes TREMENDOUS energy and MONUMENTAL effort.
But when I feel like I can't go on, I think of what my best friend endured before she died of leukemia.
One day, she had a rash on her leg that wouldn't go away. The next week she was in the hospital undergoing harsh chemotherapy.
She was always weak.
She was always tired.
She lost all her hair.
She was always nauseous. She carried around a plastic lined tote bag in addition to her regular purse. We called it her "puke purse" because she never knew when or where she would have to vomit.
All through this she maintained her part time job as a nurse, was president of her kid's PTA, ( she has 4 children!!) and never missed a soccer game or a la crosse game for any of her kids. Did I mention she cooked dinner almost every night in spite of her extreme nausea?
This went on for 10 YEARS!!!
Her veins collapsed, so they put a permanent shunt in her chest wall for her chemotherapy.
The harsh drugs eroded her bone marrow.
She underwent 2 hip replacements, 1 year apart.
Her suffering ended three years ago on October 25.
I never heard her complain.
Sure, we cried together many times, but I never saw another human being push and push and push to provide her husband and family with the wife and mother that WOULD NOT BE DESTROYED BY CANCER!!
She is my hero still.
Whenever I think I'm having a bad day, whenever I feel my aches, whenever I have to push myself just to get out of bed and live my life.................I think of her.
She is looking down at me and waiting for us to join up again.
And I will NEVER disappoint her by letting her hear me complain.
So whenever you can't go on, there is another woman pushing herself through a worse hell that you can possibly imagine. (Iraq? Iran? Afganistan?)
And my pain is nothing compared to that.