I have learned that vulnerability scares me and chronic illness has added to the fears. Throughout my life, I have built walls and reinforced them more and more as the years have passed by. I avoid letting others get too close in an attempt to protect myself physically, emotionally, and mentally. I do not like to let other people know the most protected aspects of my inner self and personality. Being vulnerable, in my experience, often provides others with too much power that in turn ends up harming me in some form or fashion. Vulnerability as a patient, literally scares the hell out of me, especially with doctors that have not earned any of my trust. Vulnerability requires transparency, reaching out from my comfort zone, and taking risks that I will be dismissed, doubted, questioned, or mocked from the very doctors (or nurses) that I am trying to receive help from. Past medical experiences that I've endured have led me to retreat further and further, and created new apprehensions, memories, and fears. I've been dismissed, ignored, told it's all in my head, etc various times since being a teenager. Those same doctors, the ones that were supposed to be treating me and helping me get better, instead told me that there was nothing else they could do to help me. I believed them, because what they said was supposed to be right. They had the medical degree, not me, so I tried to convince myself to work through the symptoms, stop complaining, and to stop being a wimp. And you know what? After months of dealing with the same issues with no improvement and often worsening symptoms, I finally ended up seeing different doctors which eventually led to answers and relief. In some cases, I had to deal with the ignorance in emergency and/or hospital rooms until a new doctor was assigned to me or my vitals went haywire. Each of these times, I had known that my body was not right - but was simply not listened to or not believed - and taught to doubt myself and my reasoning when I had been right all along. I get it, we can't expect to be "cured" or "healed" when we don't know what the issue is, but making patients feel like they are making it up or not experiencing what they most definitely feel within their body, is more damaging and sometimes downright dangerous. In some cases even life threatening. If a doctor doesn't "see" the problem, if the test(s) aren't discovering the definite problem, the least one can do is reinforce with the patient that you believe them and are going to continue trying to help them find a solution that will help them feel better. It may take a while, it may take patience, it may take monitoring or trial and error symptom management, and that's okay. It appears at times that Doctor's will suggest a possible issue, may (or may not) conduct a test or two to rule out a possible diagnosis, may try a medication, but then if you don't improve, it comes back as being the patient's fault. The patient is blamed for how they are feeling or blamed for not getting better yet. Many doctors can't seem to accept that they may be full of knowledge, but they still don't know everything. Some (thankfully not all) doctors carry too much pride or arrogance to admit that they don't have the answer or the cure. As a patient, most of us gain respect from a doctor that admits this and follows by saying that they will not give up on helping us find improvements, even if symptom management is all that we can do. And trust me, there are some rather awesome doctors around! I can admit that. A little suggestion from a patient, please don't tell patients that they are not feeling what they feel, or that it isn't real, and then send them away or drop them as patients. This doesn't help! Patients remember and internalize the way they are treated and begin to resist and doubt the intentions of doctors in the future. They begin to lose hope, withdraw, and at times give up on not only the medical field, but on themselves. When we begin to feel as if no one or nothing can help us, that we are at fault for being sick and feeling as awful as we do, we lose our perspective. Many of us carry around the weight of being (or feeling like) a burden to our families, losing the careers that we worked so hard for and even loved, watching our family worry too much, or even begin to feel worthless. Who wants to live like that? We are all different, how we think and process things may be different as well, but at some point the resiliency and desire to keep trying so hard diminishes. We are expected to trust our doctors, sometimes more than we trust ourselves. We are expected to expose our vulnerability. But how? According to urbandictionary.com, the definition of Vulnerable is "Someone who is completely and rawly open, unguarded with their heart, mind, and soul. Being vulnerable happens when you trust completely. Rather its vulnerability by pain or joy, it's being exposed with all of the emotions that make it easy for someone (someone you trust) to really do some emotional damage or healing.. Vulnerability is the surrender of all control and personal power in regards to letting someone close enough to destroy you!" Vulnerability as a patient is most definitely daunting. and intimidating. Placing your self care in someone that you are expected to trust, when so many other medical encounters have proven otherwise, is a difficult challenge. The frustration of some doctors minimizing pain and sickness, condemning you for not "getting better" or allowing your disease to interfere with your life, condemning or blaming secondary gain if you try to hang on to blessings or portray optimism - is a no win situation. Unfortunately, some doctors create more harm than good. Don't get me wrong - there are magnificent doctors around as well. They are able to "see" and "understand" their patients, are beneficial, and truly make a difference in healing or improving their patients' health, and in return life. The thing is, when a someone is already struggling and falling apart from illness and it's impact on daily life, a doctor has the power to throw the life line to help or the anchor to make one drown faster. Sometimes the tide that moves us, is set in motion by the personality of doctor that treats us. Literally, our lives can depend on the luck of the draw or flip of the coin. For example, I spent months dealing with severe off and on lower back abdominal pain and nausea as a young 32-33 year old adult. I had extreme pain spells that would take my breath away and bring me down to my knees. My primary continued to tell me that if I lost weight it would help. According to him, my pain was a result of my eating habits and lack of exercise. I was told to take tylenol. There was nothing else he could do. Labs were fine. Could be a pulled muscle. Probably just stress. Etc.... (Chronic Patients know the routine.) I was made to feel like a fool. But once again, doctors are "supposed" to know best. So I continued teaching through the sporadic pain spells. Tried to ignore them. My young kids (a first and third grader at the time) massaged and walked on my back to help relax the muscles. Labor Day weekend 2011 my symptoms became too extreme to stand or sit. I couldn't stop throwing up and heaving. I could no longer ignore my body's messages. I could no longer convince myself that the doctor was right and that nothing, besides my weight, was wrong with me. Hours later, I gave up and drove myself in the middle of the night to the local ER. (I have no idea how I made it there in the condition I had allowed myself to get in.) Treatment in the local ER was inadequate as well. My pain level was off the charts. I couldn't stop vomiting. I couldn't find a comfortable position. The pain was making me extremely restless, dizzy, and weak. They discovered that I had a 9 mm kidney stone. We were told that I would be sent home with medicine and would just have to wait it out. While there my body was literally shivering out of control. My teeth chattering so hard that I was unable to get them to stop or even slow down. I was FREEZING internally. But I had no fever, so the nurse berated me, telling me that it was "JUST a kidney stone - stop being a baby." My husband left to go pick up the medication while they went through the discharge procedures. My mom was concerned and kept telling them that they could not send me home like this. Apparently, my coloring did not look good to her. Something was definitely not right. They ignored her. I was in too much pain to talk. They took my vitals one more time before discharge to find that my blood pressure had dropped to 60/30. I went from being rushed to discharge to raced upstairs to the ICU, had emergency surgery, and upon being placed in a recovery room, my blood pressure crashed again so I was rushed back to the ICU. A day or two later, after I stabilized, I spent nearly a week hospitalized in a regular room. My mom told me that it was like I was in a coma (though wasn't). I didn't talk, move, or open my eyes for days. The "just a kidney stone" that I was such a "baby" about was actually impacted and had caused a major kidney and bladder infection. My body was going into septic shock and my family was told that my kidneys had been in the process of shutting down. My doctors later told my family and I that I would likely have died if I had been discharged from the ER. I was fortunate. During the madness, someone did step up, listen, and take care of my needs. I have other memories validating the fact of medical professionals doubting and dismissing my health concerns, only to later find out that I did indeed have something going on that could be corrected, contrary to their belief that "everything was fine." From gallbladder stones, to severe constipation and impactions as a result of colonic inertia, pain and problems from pelvic floor dyssynergia, esophageal spasms from hypertensive lower sphincter, and central line infections (including bacteremia for at least 2 weeks while searching for answers and help while extremely sick), my experiences have varied over the past few years. Doctors have proven to me that vulnerability is a risk that I may NEED to take, but still fear greatly, because of previous medical experiences. Stating that, I must give credit to the doctors (and nurses) that did listen and help me in the midst of the negative experiences. Additionally, I must remember that, like us - doctors are human. Like us - doctors choose how to react and will make mistakes sometimes. Like us - doctors have good and bad days. Which unfortunately doesn't make being vulnerable any easier. I have had and currently have some wonderful and greatly appreciated doctors. Even though I may trust them, how much I actually open up or let them know depends, as I find it pointless to keep repeating the same issues/symptoms over and over when I know that there is no simple fix. But knowing that there are knowledgeable and compassionate doctors that are willing and wanting to help is most definitely reassuring. So as one can see, vulnerability as a chronic illness patient can be very challenging and frightening. Our lives are put in the hands of others, we have to be transparent in order to have a chance of some relief and healing, while knowing in the back of our mind that we are placing ourselves at risk for additional harm as well as lack of understanding or relief. This is just a portion of the reason that vulnerability fears invade me in regards to healthcare.
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I am sharing my recommendations as a possible resource to help others with their illness management. All of these I have used and found useful during my chronic illness experiences. You may find the items from various locations, including medical supply companies (in person and online), amazon, and sometimes in the pharmacy section of local stores, etc. I receive absolutely no compensation for items that I suggest, any blogs that I write and share, or from any of the sites that I have linked.
Nutren AF - semi-elemental formula which has been the most successful with me AMT Clamp - holds my feeding tube connection tightly together so that my feeding does not come unhooked and create a mess all over my clothes. Helps me feel more comfortable and at ease. Stoma Powder - helps heal skin when irritated Moldable Barrier Rings - Simply Something skin protecting wipes Waterproof PICC Line Cover - Keeps the PICC site and dressing dry from damp conditions and showers. Much easier and less risk than what I previously used for showers, which was often a choice between saran wrap or a gallon sized plastic ziploc bag with sealed in cut and then sealed on my arm with waterproof tape. Backpack for Feeding and Ileostomy Supplies - Holds everything including pump, bag of formula/fluid, extra ileostomy supplies, medications, wallet, sunglasses, keys, phone, and extra pair of clothes just in case their is an unexpected mess. No need to have to carry an pocketbook around. Also, it is much more comfortable for me. Small Cosmetic Bag for extra supplies - small, easily carried, holds extra ileostomy appliances Tubie pads - placed around feeding tube stoma for comfort and to absorb stomach acid leakage. These are reusable, can be ordered online or personally made, and are washable. Gauze pads - skin protection around feeding tube stoma to prevent stomach acid burns on skin Heating Pad - pain management, especially useful for abdomen Heating Blanket - comfort, achy muscles or cold limbs Earbuds - music on the go, anytime anywhere with my itunes Ice Mask - migraines Alcohol wipes - smelling the alcohol wipes helps decrease intense nausea to a more tolerable level. Cinnamon, peppermint, spearmint hard candy/mints - help calm nausea and dry mouth. What are some things that you find helpful and beneficial for managing your chronic illness symptoms/conditions? I recently discovered a new artist, Stine Bramsen. When listening to her music, two of her songs, which I have included below, really caught my attention. I know in reality that the her lyrics and messages are suppose to be different from my interpretations. I am aware that she is singing about relationships and the challenges that can occur. However, the way I personally relate to these songs, are not in regards to a romantic relationship with another person. Instead, they make me think about the relationship I have with my own body and chronic illness. You see, to me, her song "Not Giving Up" is an encouraging voice to my own personal health challenges. It represents the way I feel. It reminds me of how a conversation between my inner spirit and illness may go. No matter how hard I try, I can't get away from my body. My body, sometimes physically from chronic illness symptoms, sometimes mentally from being exhausted of coping and dealing with chronic illness on a daily basic, creates pain that I want to escape, but can't. My body, physically and at times mentally, can be, and often is, my body's worst enemy. My body is ALWAYS trying to fool me. It tells me that it's hungry, needs nutrition, needs hydration, but when I attempt to provide it with what it needs, my body betrays me. Instead of just using the nutrition to help me, it creates crippling abdominal pain, bloating, nausea, and at times heaving or vomiting. My mind also fools me, persuading myself that this bite or swallow will have a different, more tolerable result, until I actually follow through. Then BAM! Consequences arise. Not to mention how little I can actually handle physically, before relentless exhaustion overcomes me. How the hell do you trust a body that is constantly deceiving you? But, I have to stay. I can't trade my body in for a new one. The scars of my chronic illness are all over me, internally and externally. Scars from numerous surgeries and procedures. Scars from painful and negative medical experiences, hurtful judgmental comments, medical appointments gone bad, medication related side effects. Scars from missed opportunities with my kids whom I love immensely, and the loss of identity from leaving a career that meant so much to me. Scars that remind me of the path my body and health have led me down, scars that have an impact on how I view myself. I can't deny - there are times, low challenging and terrifying times, when I want to be completely be done with my body. Times that I have contemplated how I can end the pain because it just won't stop! Nobody cuts or harms me the way that my health has. Illness just won't give up on destroying how I feel. At the same time, part of me is resilient and won't give up either. My soul is not giving up, it fights to put illness in it's place. I strive for better physical health, while also respecting my need to feel ALIVE, to feel like I am living and not just existing. My heart and voice are pushing me, not letting me give up on myself. Because of my family (especially my kids) and God, I keep living. I'm trying to let go of the grip pain has on me, let go of the bad memories, let go of the guilt that illness has made me feel, let go of the power that disappointments from being sick has made me feel, let go of the negative impacts being ill has had on my life and the way I view myself. I'm attempting to learn how to let go of the things that I can not change or control, while not giving up on ME. I am appreciative of others that have not given up on me, and that have in return helped me to not give up on myself either, even if my illness itself will not give up and disappear. I thank my loved ones and the caring doctors that have been an essential part of my journey. Unfortunately, not everyone has been encouraging, understanding, or supportive. There are people, some that know nothing about me, and some that were responsible for helping me, that bring me down with their irresponsible judgements. Admittedly, I too, have passed harsh judgement on myself. Most of the time I can forget and forgive those that pass judgement because I know that they don't know what life behind my front door looks like; but the hurt of being judged still appears and is still unnecessary. Even more so, the heartache of people in the chronic illness community, being denied help or dismissed from medical doctors or nurses that lack compassion or willingness to truly listen is inexcusable; Which brings me to the other song I found today by Stine Bramsen, "Don't Judge Me." Cruelty and judgments, even when deceivingly done behind my back, hit hard. Not only does it devalue or minimize the impact of my illness, but it also sends me down a misguided path of shock and despair. Just because one does not have the capability of feeling my pain, feeling my nausea, living the negative consequences of my illness, or witnessing the decisions and choices that I make (disregarding the costs that I will have to accept later in exchange), does not give them the right to judge. Trust me, I would have no reason to pretend or exaggerate. There are no gains that would make it worthwhile. Why would I choose a life of torture? I can't undo the painful truth of how horrible my body feels, I can't undo the honest truth about how much pain food causes, I can't undo how much fatigue I experience, I can't undo the amount of nausea and lack of sleep that I endure. I can't undo the reality of my health. I can't undo the harm that some judgments have on my spirit. As Stine's beautiful and powerful lyrics say, "I can't undo the painful truth, I can't undo, God knows I wish I could. Don't judge me, cause I can't have, I can't have your blame on me, cause you were not there, you were not there; so don't judge me, I can't take it anymore." Sometimes, I "need to hide my pain away" to try to reclaim and live life. It doesn't mean that I am not hurting. Sometimes, when smiles and laughs are seen by you, inside I feel like I'm crumbling apart or that my insides are about to explode at any moment from pain, or feel like I will soon begin heaving by the aromas around me or intense nausea, but I choose to hide it in order to help those I love enjoy moments with me. I sometimes hide my miserable symptoms to strive for something meaningful and cherished in my life. I choose to hide my symptoms, to protect others from worrying about me, or in attempt to protect my own mentality and spirit, if only for a few moments. So unless you live with this illness, you will never know how life-changing and terrible this illness can be on one's life. "You'll never know how I hurt inside. You'll never know how I've cried and cried and cried." Unless you live with the daily pain and consequences of chronic illness, don't judge me or others. "I don't deserve you hate on me." Neither do they. Trust me, those closest to me, know that "I am hard enough on me" already. I already downplay and minimize the symptoms I experience more than I should. I judge myself harshly by what I can't accomplish but desire so much to do. I judge myself for what I miss out of in life (especially when it comes to my kids), for what I have had to give up (like my career). I judge myself critically for why I am not better yet. I judge myself unkindly for judging myself on things that are outside of my realm, outside of my control. So please don't judge me, I can't take your judgement or blame anymore. I do NOT write for sympathy. I do NOT seek sympathy from anyone.
I do NOT write for attention. I do NOT seek attention from anyone. I simply write to record and process my personal experiences and post in the off chance that they may help someone else. I simply strive to discover a better quality of life; to figure out a way to help my body feel better while living with illness. If you do not understand and accept that, then step out of my way, taking your false accusations and judgements. The morning was fairly normal,
when compared to my normal at least. My fatigue and nausea, more pronounced, but in my experience they are always a beast. I rode with my son on an errand looking for where at his school he's to park. Not knowing what lay just ahead was my body preparing to spark. I infused my regular lactated ringers using my PICC line, like every other day. Fueling my body with needed fluids to keep my dehydration at bay. But hiding beneath my skin were embers that were no longer dormant. Out of nowhere chills overcame me with pain in my legs a boiling torment. The internal blaze combusted My body radiating such heat. Intense freezing yet also burning Fever scorching over 103 Unable to sit still or even to walk I was in such tormentuous misery. An infection was clearly simmering, uncontrolled wildfire burning within me. I tried denial and avoidance For at home is where I wanted to stay. I didn't want another line infection My mind unsuccessfully tried to will it away. But, my family saw through my anguish urged me to get promptly checked out. Sluggishly I made my way for another hospitalization, no doubt. Real Life Diaries: Living with Gastroparesis by Lynda Cheldelin Fell and Melissa Adams Vanhouten, includes personal heartfelt and thoughtful responses to inquisitive questions that other gastroparesis patients, as well as patients with chronic GI illnesses, family members, friends, or even medical professionals may have regarding life with Gastroparesisis and/or other chronic digestive disorders.
The narratives provide readers with an inside view of the impact that chronic illness can have on one's physical, mental, and emotional health as well as their day to day lifestyle and the connections with those around them. Each of the stories are different, unique, and individualized while also sharing insight that others can appreciate and relate to. This book is not intended to diagnose or treat conditions, but rather an opportunity to learn more about some of the various symptoms, treatments, and knowledge that we've learned from our health experiences. The intention of the book is to make others more aware of their condition(s), recognition that they are NOT alone, and share ideas about treatments or procedures that one may choose to discuss with their personal medical team. If you are expecting to read a cure all, happy feel good, happy ending book - this is not the book for you. Instead, this is a realistic look into what patients feel, see, think, hear, fear, and even hope while learning how to live and cope with being chronically ill. Not only will you discover the impact that being sick may have on the patients' personal lives, but in some cases, how it impacts their social and family circle as well. In addition to this book, I have also found the following books to be enlightening, educational, thought-provoking, encouraging, and/or helpful along my health journey. I will add to this list as I read and discover new books that I find to be beneficial. (Clicking on the title will take you to the book's amazon page.) Gastroparesis Healing Diet by Tammy Chang Info regarding healthy eating and recipe advice from nutritionlist and patients. Changes that Heal (Book & Workbook) by Dr. Henry Cloud Book and workbook for deeper understanding in developing and healing yourself emotionally. A Blessing In Disguise by Kristen Fox and Mel Kenaston Blessings in Hidden Places by Kristen Fox and Mel Kenaston Both autobiographical books are from Kristen's personal perspective and experiences. Sadly, she has passed away since publishing her books. Kristen was also an online advocate, writing numerous articles for various sites, one of which was MTV. After the Diagnosis: from Crisis by JoAnn LeMaistre Written by a clinical psychologists, the reader is introduced to the six stages of emotional response to chronic illness that they, as a patient, may experience. The reader is walked through the stages of crisis, isolation, anger, reconstruction, intermittent depression, and finally renewal. Gastroparesis: A Roadmap for Your Journey by Chelsey M McIntyre As a pharmacist and person living with gastroparesis, Chelsey McIntyre shares what she has learned and experienced along her health journey. "Topics covered include foundational material on evaluating information, understanding what is happening to the body, and navigating medications, nutritional supplementation, and alternative therapies." Gastroparesis: My Personal Journey by Patricia L Rosati Autobiographical book about Patricia Rosati's personal experiences with gastroparesis. As a nurse living with gastroparesis, she describes how gastroparesis entered her life and how she managed to accomplish her goals while dealing with symptom management on a daily basis. "From doctors who told me it was all in my head to doctors who took the chance and gave me a new lease on life." After the Diagnosis: Transcending Chronic Illness by Julian Seifter and Betsy Seifter Dr. Julian Seifter was awakened to life with chronic illness when he discovered that he had diabetes. His life changed in many ways as he began seeing and experiencing the patient experience. In this book he "teaches you how to contend not only with the physical problems, the social stigma, and the emotional fallout of illness, but also with the medical establishment. Convinced that a deeper understanding of the spiritual, emotional, and physical challenges will bring not only comfort and support but also better care, he emphasizes truths rarely acknowledged in medical writing." Eight Days by Scott Thompson This book is not about illness itself, but I found it to be spiritually comforting as you journey with the character through thinking back over his life, prior to death. "Life's short when compared to enternity, but eternity is only worth it because of life." 30 Days of Hope for Strength in Chronic Illness by Elizabeth Evans Daily devotionals and prayers about life with chronic illness. Miracles from Heaven by Christy Beam This book, also made into a movie, was a true account written about Christy's and her daughter's experience with Chronic Intestinal Pseudo Obstruction and a form of gastroparesis. She describes not only the physical impact that illness had on her daughter, but also the emotional toll that it had on her and family, the dismissive attitudes from medical staff. The mission and advocating she had to do for her child as a result. But all is not bad, when faith is involved and certain people enter your life. If you have a book that you have found to be effective with coping and/or understanding life with chronic illness, please post in the comments below. I'm always looking for new thoughtful and helpful books to read. Video from my friend Melissa VanHouten, urging the medical community and public to listen, hear, and support the GP communities need for awareness, care, and better treatment options. It can be shared from the Youtube link. "I know my storms are not over, but I also know that my God is faithful. With every storm, there will be a rainbow. What an awesome God we serve! Just when we think we have had all we can stand, the clouds break and the sun shines through. It's as if God is sending us a hug, to encourage, strengthen, and bless us on our journey." (30 Days of Hope for Strength in Chronic Illness by Elizabeth Evans ) How fitting this quote is! As I was riding down the road, with my kids in the back and my dad driving, I came across these words in the book I was reading. I stopped and reread the quote to myself, taking it all in, before I shared what I had read out loud.
God is Great! God has so much Love and Grace for each of us, every single day! Life is not perfect for any of us, some roads are trickier and bumpier than others, but we all have obstacles that we will face. I feel like I've been through the ringer physically, emotionally I have been pained, and mentally I have been exhausted. But through all of this, no matter how it feels at the moment, deep down I know that I am not alone! God is with me every single step along the way. I may overly doubt myself and mistrust others, but God is loyal, loving, dependable, and constant. The devil tries his damnest to bring me down, to help me cast negative judgements against myself, and attempts to make me feel like I'm running solo down a path of pain, sickness, and heartache. But GOD is UNSTOPPABLE. HE pulls me through time and time again. The past couple of weeks my fear about an upcoming trip was becoming louder and louder, almost causing me to freeze and cancel. I wasn't expecting to feel "well" for the trip, but became fearful that it was going to be too much on my body. My husband tried to warn me, make me rethink my decision. But I held steadfast. I put my Faith and Trust in God that the trip would be not only memorable, but positively treasured. Physically, I was expecting to have my normal symptoms and illness related restrictions and challenges, but mentally and emotionally, I needed and wanted this trip. You see, this was the first vacation that I would be partially sharing with my children, my dad, my brother, his wife, and my adorable little nephews. I, personally, have never been on vacation with my nephews, who are 4 and 6. The weather was perfect with nice breezes and little/no humidity. My family was so accepting and mindful of my personal needs. Early on we saw how easily my body would give out on me as we walked from the parking lot to the museum. But my family didn't let it bother them at all, which kept me feeling comfortable and at ease. My afternoon and evenings were spent at the hotel running fluids and relaxing, while they did other things together - such as swimming or walking around the town. My dad and son even went on a ghost walk together. My kids stayed up late with me to make sure I didn't fall asleep while running my IV fluids since my PICC line wasn't cooperating at all! When I was out with them, I was in a wheelchair/scooter, kept in the shade, or sitting in the AC of the car while they explored some of the sites we stopped at. No pressure, no judgements, and no expectations were placed on my body or me. I was truly able to enjoy and live in the moment, carefree of what anyone other than my family and me thought. We had fun! My nephew took charge of pushing me in the wheelchair as he enjoyed it so much! Must admit, he made the ride very interesting. The sickness I experienced was typical, the recovery period a little more than expected, but the experience of this vacation was oh so worthwhile! We all enjoyed the vacation and the memories from it will most definitely remain for a lifetime! I believe that God knew I was in desperate need of some encouragement and motivation, so HE ensured that a comforting "rainbow" was sent to me during the "storm" in the form of a wonderful vacation. My body may take time to refresh, but, emotionally my heart and mind was rewarded. |
Trisha BundyA proud mother, educator, Gastroparesis & GI Motility Disorder Advocate, Like my content? Want to thank me with a small token of appreciation? https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/1LH7R639ORBML?ref_=wl_share
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