Monday, May 6, 2013

I Come Out & Get Feisty

Dear John,
 
I've had another good day - ran errands in town and mowed - and will probably pay for it for a week, by which time I'll need to do it again. But it was another lovely day, and warm enough for me to break out the shorts. I'm glad I haven't gotten the grass fed. If I had, I'd never be able to keep up with it. It looks like I've mowed hay again. When Mama was my age, Daddy got her riding mower for her birthday. (That's a hint.)
 
I'm doing something new, don't know what the reactions I'll get, and don't really care. I decided to be more open and vocal about the fibromyalgia. I haven't talked about it much before now because it still has a stigma attached to it. But now that you're gone, I have to work more hours and take care of everything around here. So it's taking a greater toll on me and I can't hide it like I used to.
 
Since next Sunday is Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, this seemed like a good time to increase awareness on Facebook. So I've been posting something every day, sometimes funny and sometimes serious. It's interesting that very few people have responded. Either people don't know what to say and therefore say nothing, or they don't want to hear it. There's probably some of both.
 
Well, we fibromites don't like it either, but here we are, and the world needs to deal with us. The illness is invisible - it's victims aren't. (Told you I was getting feisty.) You were perfect - you knew how to help and support when I needed it without hovering and fussing over me. And you believed me. You never doubted me when I told you how I felt. There's a new study out on how fibro affects relationships, and a majority of husbands believed their wives exaggerated or made up their pain.
 
Thank you for not being like the majority of husbands! Thank you for loving me even when you had to take care of me. Thank you for wanting to be with me no matter what. And yes, as I say all that, I know that I did the same for you. That's what a loving marriage is all about. And I'd expect nothing else from the world's only perfect man. But I need to say thank you, and you need to know how much I appreciate you. Fibromite life is much harder without you. But so is everything else, like breathing!
 
Love you with all my heart,
Joan.

2 comments:

  1. I think I like John very much...he took care of you! Good Good man

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