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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise  A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge. This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby. Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog. I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh. For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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| I keep getting messages for me to update my blog. Mostly, I don't see any reason to since it doesn't appear that anyone ever reads it. But on the off chance that someone might, I would like to request prayers for my family. I could review the many maladies I have and face, but that takes time. I'm Marilyn, known by my writing friends everywhere as Kenzie. I have fibromyalgia and all of the other maladies that tag along with it. Three years ago, I had a massive heart attack and ever since have been on oxygen. If I try to do any kind of exercise or even household chores, it leaves me breathless. Last week, I had a mammogram. This week I had a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. Next week I will be getting biopsies of lumps in both breasts. My hubby is a writer here too. We met here about 20 years ago. Incurable Romantic. He has had mild cerebral palsy since he was a baby. Now in his elderly years, his leg muscles are weak and if he falls down, he can't get back up. He has diabetes II and now something is going on with his kidneys. Next is my son. For years, he was our rock, doing the physical things around the house that Jim and I can no longer do. Then he woke up one morning unable to feel his hands and feet. He has unexplainable neuropathy. One doc insisted that it was due to a lack of B vitamins because he was a vegetarian for 10 years. Before that could be settled, he woke one morning with blood coming out of his mouth and nose. That they decided was non-alcoholic liver problems. He's been learning to cope with all of that when suddenly he has a lump where his leg meets his groin. Seeing a doctor should be a priority, but my son has agoraphobia. He needs antianxiety medication just to leave the house. But his doctor doesn't like prescribing it. So there we are. We need some prayer warriors. And when I went looking for some, I couldn't find any here. That surprised me. I can certainly ask for prayers on Facebook and Twitter. But this has been my comforting place since September, 2001...one week before 9/11. Pray for us, please. |
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