Chronic pain and fatigue stole several years of my life. In retrospect, it appears that I am one of the lucky ones. At the time, however, I wasn’t sure how I’d make it through another day — or what the point would be even if I did. I was in pure misery, suffering from an “invisible illness” for which there was no treatment and no cure — and, really, no clear cause. These were the worst years of my life by a long shot! I was 25 years old and was just finishing up my final year of graduate school. I was just getting started with my “adult life” when the rug was pulled out from under me. Life, as I had known it, was over!
Good health was something that I’d always taken for granted, I suppose. I lived the first 25 years of my life without any real medical problems — never a broken bone; no major surgeries; never a hospital stay; no chronic conditions; and no need for regular prescription medications. However, in August 2002, all of that changed. And now I am finally sitting down to tell my story to anyone who will listen. If just one person finds this useful, then it is well worth the time it takes to do so.
Thanks to Christy Pooschke.