Changed for Purpose

It is has been a desire, a passion, a dream and a goal of mine since starting a career as a nurse to do more for others, now that I can no longer WORK, I can still help by making others across the nation and around the world more aware of the Invisible monster that has already attacked and literally changed the lives of millions. I began the journey of hospice nursing, in aiding and helping families and patients in the disease, dying, death and grieving process to cope with their illness and what to expect next. Now my journey in life is carrying me in another direction, yet helping others.

I do believe that I am a Woman of Purpose and my sickness does not define me or my Destiny, I still have a job to do for the Lord, as long as their is breath in my body, I shall continue the assignment I have been assigned to do, since the Foundations of the World.

I also want to share with you an opportunity for Support on the local, national and global levels. I pray the pages of this journal will help you with your own Journey.

Veronica Moore

Saturday, July 2, 2011

This past week


It has been a few days since I really have posted on my personal journey with this FibroMonster. Have since received D Day#2 which came back with a verdict of Major Depression and had to go to the hospital the other day, it took allllllll day long for two appointments. Put on antibiotics for the H pylori which is an infection in my stomach lining that no doubt has been there for years, unknowing to me until I picked up the meds, she, who happened to be a "new" doctor that I would see for this one time only, had ordered Flagyl, I don't like Flagyl, it makes me sick, it has this nasty metallic taste. The other wonderful meds are Omeprazole, Amoxicillin and Clarithromyacin.... Not to mention, doctor #2 for the day, had her prescription orders as well, Serequel and something else to help me sleep peacefully.

Went out today to run about two errands and to get some food, while in the store from out of no where, my legs just LOCKED up and started screaming in pain, so I quickly as I could made my way back home, and once home, it was pretty much spending the rest of the afternoon and evening in the rocking chair. Even as the night wore on, my knees were like on fire and screaming in pain. The pain that is running down my back is like a knife searing through my every muscle, bone and joint. My hands and feet feel ablaze and I am tired, but I know the moment I lay down, my eyes will open wide and the thoughts in my mind will start the race again.

I never did get around to any of the writing that I wanted to do, planned to do, for you see, with Fibromyalgia, the plans are constantly being changed and rearranged. I look at young and vibrant people on line, in movies, dancing, acting, living.... and I remember, that use to be me. Wondering how this could happen to me, I remember crying myself into a deep sleep at least twice this week, BEGGING God to take me, because I just could not do this anymore. This pain is relentless. This is the weekend for the 4th of July, but can't even plan for celebration, at best, to have a day FREE from pain.
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