The Post I Never Wanted To Write

April 1st, 2003 was not a good day.

That was the day I first started getting sick. For the next 6 months I had these hour long episodes almost every other day. It was awful. Shane confided that he was afraid I was dying. Then, as suddenly as they started, they stopped. But not before the Doctors told me I had Pheocromocytoma, tumors, or Cancer and then sent me on my way.

After that though, I never did feel the same and some symptoms never went away but eventually things moved on. I was just so relieved that the episodes had stopped.

Shortly before I got pregnant with Noah the joint pain started. By the time I was about 4 months along I could hardly use my hands at all. The night I tried to brown hamburger for tacos and couldn't hold the spatula I finally decided I needed to see a doctor. A few tests later showed inflamation but was negative for everything else.

After Noah was born I started getting sick again. This time I contributed it to stress. It wasn't the easiest of times and I figured my body was in open revolt. Problem is, its only gotten worse. I have spent the last year and a half going to doctor appointment after appointment, having every test I could possibly think of, and never getting a straight answer.

I titled this post "The Post I Never Wanted To Write" because I never wanted to share any of this on my blog. The reason I find myself breaking my own rule now is because I think I may have found an answer. It's not the best answer but at this point an answer is better than none. I'm going to see a specialist next week that I am hoping will be able to officially diagnose the condition and get me on the road to getting better.

I know, the point...

I am reaching out now in hopes that over the next week you would be kind enough to keep me in your thoughts and send some good vibes my way. If you pray and could send a small prayer up for me my gratitude would be beyond words. I really need this doctor to be the one. I really need to get some answers so I can get healthy. I need to be healthy for my husband and my children. Because right now I'm not much of a wife or a mother. I've been too sick to be much of anything other than sick.

Once I have more information, I'll share details if you are interested. But before then, thank you for any good juju you can give.


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