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The Letter To Normals
Hello Family, Friends, and Anyone Wishing to Know Me,
Allow me to begin by thanking you for taking the time out of your day to spend some time with me and get to
know me better. A person’s time is their most valuable asset and yours is appreciated.
I want to talk to you about Fibromyalgia (FM) and Chronic Myofascial Pain Syndrome (MPS). Many have never
heard of these conditions and for those who have, many are misinformed. And because of this judgments are
made that may not be correct… So I ask you to keep an open mind as I try to explain who I am and how FM/MPS
has assaulted not only my life but those whom I love as well.
You see, I suffer from a disease that you cannot see; a disease that there is no cure for and that keeps the
medical community baffled at how to treat and battle this demon, who’s attacks are relentless. My pain works
silently, stealing my joy and replacing it with tears. On the outside we look alike you and I; you wont see my
scars as you would a person who, say, had suffered a car accident. You wont see my pain in the way you would a
person undergoing chemo for cancer; however, my pain is just as real and just as debilitating. And in many ways
my pain may be more destructive because people can’t see it and do not understand....
Please don’t get angry at my seemingly lack of interest in doing things; I punish myself enough I assure you. My
tears are shed many times when no one is around. My embarrassment is covered by a joke or laughter, but
inside I want to die....
Most of my "friends" are gone; even members of my own family have abandoned me. I have been accused of
"playing games" for another’s sympathy. I have been called unreliable because I am forced to cancel plans I
made at the last minute because the burning and pain in my legs or arms is so intense I cannot put my clothes
on and I am left in my tears as I miss out on yet another activity I used to love and once participated in with
I feel like a child at times... Just the other day I put the sour cream I bought at the store in the pantry, on the
shelf, instead of in the refrigerator; by the time I noticed it, it had spoiled. When I talk to people, many times I
lose my train of thought in mid sentence or forget the simplest word needed to explain or describe something.
Please try to understand how it feels to have another go behind me in my home to make sure the stove is off
after I cook an occasional meal. Please try to understand how it feels to “lose” the laundry, only to find it in the
stove instead of the dryer. As I try to maintain my dignity the Demon assaults me at every turn. Please try to
Sleep, when I do get some, is restless and I wake often because of the pain the sheets have on my legs or
because I twitch uncontrollably. I walk through many of my days in a daze with the Fibro-fog laughing at me as I
stumble and grasp for clarity.
And just because I can do a thing one day, that doesn’t mean I will be able to do the same thing the next day or
next week. I may be able to take that walk after dinner on a warm July evening; the next day or even the in the
next hour I may not be able to walk to the fridge to get a cold drink because my muscles have begun to cramp
and lock up or spasm uncontrollably. And there are those who say “but you did that yesterday!” “What is your
problem today?” The hurt I experience at those words scars me so deeply that I have let my family down again;
and still they don’t understand….
On a brighter side I want you to know that I still have my sense of humor. If you take the time to spend with me
you will see that. I love to tell that joke to make another’s face light up and smile at my wit. I love my kids and
grandbabies and shine when they give me my hugs or ask me to fix their favorite toy. I am fun to be with if you
will spend the time with me on my own playing field; is this too much to ask? I love you and want nothing more
than to be a part of your life. And I have found that I can be a strong friend in many ways. Do you have a dream?
I am your friend, your supporter and many times I will be the one to do the research for your latest project; many
times I will be your biggest fan and the world will know how proud I am at your accomplishments and how
honored I am to have you in my life.
So you see, you and I are not that much different. I too have hopes, dreams, goals… and this demon…. Do you
have an unseen demon that assaults you and no one else can see? Have you had to fight a fight that crushes
you and brings you to your knees? I will be by your side, win or lose, I promise you that; I will be there in ways
that I can. I will give all I can as I can, I promise you that. But I have to do this thing my way. Please understand
that I am in such a fight myself and I know that I have little hope of a cure or effective treatments, at least right
now. Please understand….
Thank you for spending your time with me today. I hope we can work through this thing, you and I. Please
understand that I am just like you… Please understand….
Copyright of www.fibrohugs.com Written by Ronald J. Waller