My Reason

My sweet Elijah has used every wish, every prayer, every day to ask for my complete healing. I knew in 2008 because God told me when I first started getting really sick that things were going to get much worse but He would heal me only when His timing is right and He receives the glory for my healing. For those of you that do not know, I have Idiopathic Gastroparesis caused by a genetic condition known as Autonomic Dysfunction. I am currently on IV nutrition through a central line and on several medications. I had a gastric pacer implanted in 2010 to alleviate some of my symptoms and it worked well for 6 months but my nerves quit responding and I finally had it removed this January. In other words it did get much worse. I start this blog now because I know God will not let my baby's faith die.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Day 358 - Day 361

I am so tired of this illness controlling my life. I don't know how much more I can take. I know God says He will never give us more than we can bear, but I feel I am quickly getting to that point. The endless nausea, weakness, and pain, unable to do anything about it. Doctors giving me no hope, and losing hope for what they can do for me is very disheartening. I feel like I am stuck watching everything around me just fall apart. I almost don't want to post this to my blog because I just want to be a source of inspiration and I feel like a total failure. At this point I don't want to write anything good, bad, or indifferent, I just want to cry and I am. This is so hard. I don't know if I am strong enough to keep on keeping on. My blood work looks great while my body is falling to pieces.
I stopped writing this and was not going to post it because I have been going on a downward spiral that is not pretty. This is most definitely the ugly side of illness. The mundane day in and day out constant nagging at you. Nobody want to see that. I am just an emotional wreck right now because my meds are not doing much good and I keep getting weaker. I will finally get back to a specialist at the end of this month and it is the only glimmer of hope I have because I feel like I have just been left dangling in the wind. Either I can't sleep or I sleep all the time. My pain is back to a point where it is constant. I just feel so helpless and so lost. I am too weak to get up and take care of the things that have needed to be done for months. I am also afraid if I go to this doctor and he just tells me the same thing that I am going to totally lose it, if I haven't already. I am disconnected from the world, disconnected from my family even though they are right here, especially disconnected from myself. This is not me. I can't even find myself in this shell. i have spent so many years being so hopeful even when every door was slammed in my face even when i was treated less than, I still knew that I was going to get through this. Now I just feel hopeless.

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