Strangers Among Us


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Hello Luvs,

I am writing today about a topic that I had hoped to never write about. But it has come to my attention and the attention of several support group leaders on Facebook; that there are imposters trying to infiltrate our support groups.  This is a sad story and one that should never happen.  Anyone who runs a support group for any illnesses, including and especially the chronic pain illnesses, needs to be aware of this situation.

I opened up Facebook a week or so ago, only to feel relieved in a way, that none of my support groups were affected by this “fake” person who pretended to have RSD/CRPS. This intruder into the CRPS community had befriended over 600 people on Facebook in over a period of just about 3 years.  She started her own support group and then the worst happened.  She gained  the trust of many people who are suffering with the horrible chronic nerve pain of CRPS.  She pretended to have the disease and pretended to have “cured herself”. This is unforgivable and preposterous to say the least.  I had no idea about any of this until last week when all of the news broke.  Her account was found out about and she disappeared.

She disappeared but not before taking with her dozens of trusted CRPS patients photos and videos.  She asked them to make videos and send them to her and photos as well. She wanted these videos to be showing how they “worked through their pain and pushed through it”.  She told several people in her support group that on the delicate and sensitive flaring areas of Skin that has been diagnosed with CRPS/RSD; they should rub sandpaper! She wanted photos and videos of them doing this.  Also, just to inform you that this practice is horribly wrong and could cause terrible pain, progression of illness and even worse, infections.  She told a person to “pull on their RSD/CRPS riddled fingers until the pain was excruciating” and told them that this would “help them cure their RSD/CRPS”.

This “fake” was a well known figure in the RSD/CRPS community for these past few years.  She had some telltale signs that I notice right away and thus the reason I vet my support groups very carefully.  She had no real photos on her Facebook page and no family pictures or friends.  Nothing “personal” stood out, from what I hear, on her page.  She never showed herself in a video or a Facebook chat or video either.  If anyone has ever watched the Television show called “Catfish”, that is one of the biggest clues to being a “fake” or a “Catfish” account. When you befriend someone on Facebook please be sure to check out their profile. Also, it doesn’t matter if they are friends with some of your friends, it can still be fake.  Look for the signs of “realness” and of being a true person online. Look for achievements, and milestones, family and other photos (as I stated above) and don’t befriend anyone that you don’t feel comfortable with.

Please understand that most of the support groups are wonderful on Facebook. They are run by loving and caring patients living in pain also.  Feel free to check out the group admins. pages also.  Look them up and see who they are and if they are shown as having a true Facebook account as well. Feel free to ask questions before you join a group, to see what the person believes about your illness(es).  Check to see  if you believe in the same ideas, or not?  The people living in the pain community have seemed to me to be so caring and always wanting to help a fellow sufferer.  I think this is where the story gets so dark, because this “fake” person tried to gain the trust of people who are kind and caring and suffering.  We are all trying to make sense of these illnesses and the pain that they bring, how could anyone “pretend” to have something and then hurt people who’s trust they’d been given freely?

These are questions that I cannot answer nor fathom.  This “fake” person was finally exposed and the authorities were called.  There’s not much else anyone can do because she/he or they, closed down their Facebook account, their support group and took all of the photos and videos with them. Wherever they’ve run off too, we will never know.  We don’t know if that person will show up again and now people will be afraid and looking around every corner for someone like this; wondering who to trust now?  But if you are requested to do anything that you don’t feel comfortable doing, don’t do it.  Unless you know someone online and have done a face chat video with them, or met them “in person”; don’t give away anything personal in the form of information, videos or photos. But please don’t give up on the support groups because there are many that are loving, kind and very helpful.  I am so thankful that this person did not make it into my support groups.  I remember the name and remember “her” asking to be in my groups and I felt hat something wasn’t quite right.  I declined her entry into my groups. I declined her friend request. I am just lucky in that respect, because many of my dear friends who are very careful; were still affected by this imposter into our RSD/CRPS community.

I’m concerned for the people who were hurt in my communities. This person was relentless in her “pushing” people to do things that were painful in order to give them false hope of a “cure”.  She said that she herself had been cured and that all of the things she told them to do, she had done and this is how she got well.  We all want hope and so these people were desperate for some kind of relief. With our pain medications being taken away weekly and more people being denied appropriate pain relief; I can see how this can happen.  But just be very careful and don’t give up on the support groups but be selective in your choices.

The CRPS communities are left now with a bigger wound to heal.  They feel vulnerable and duped. People are trying to wrap their heads around the idea that their photos and videos are out there somewhere and they don’t know where? Please know that if you were a part of this scam, it is not your fault.  The imposter was very “good” at what she was trying to achieve. She was sly and deceitful in her endeavors to trick a community of pain sufferers.  Please be assured that the Police have been alerted and Facebook security also has been told about this.  There is not a lot that they can do except to try and make sure this doesn’t happen again.  We all have to be a part of that! We all have to keep our eyes and ears open without getting too paranoid or hurting more people in the process.  Don’t accuse anyone if you are not sure, because that’s happened to some RSD/CRPS patients as well.  That has got to be a horrible feeling and it appeared that the people who were wrongly accused have regressed and so we have to be so careful not to be one way or another.  Just be on your guard but not overly suspicious of everyone due to this situation.

Here is a link to another article written by someone else regarding this subject:  http://www.blbchronicpain.co.uk/news/facebook-crps-faker-pretend/

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Preventable Suicide Crime Scene


Someone help this woman! This is a crime! They treat animals better than people so what’s wrong with this picture? This must stop! People are committing suicide because they’re being denied pain medications! Please watch this short video and it will open your eyes to the TRUE OPIOID crises going on in the United Stated of America! Someone please help this woman and the other 100 million chronic pain patients who are in agony now bcz of what’s being misunderstood as addiction, hyperalgesia and worse! This lack of opioid pain medication to true legitimate chronic pain patients, has to stop! We are not disposables! We are in agony and we are human beings with rights like every living soul! Please learn about the difference between dependence and addiction! Addiction is a non-stop ruminating, craving and a need to get high from taking some kind of medication or drug! People with Chronic pain get “addicted” 1% of the time, due to pain medication! We are “dependent” NOT addicted! Our bodies will go through a physical withdrawal when the meds are taken away! But we do not WANT to need the pain medications. We do NOT get high or euphoric from the opioids! We get to live some semblance of a life outside of a hospital or a bed in our homes! Please help because too many people have died already! Stop being hysterical and blaming real and legitimate pain patients because someone you know died from an overdose! I’m so sorry for you, but don’t punish everyone because you’re in misery! Find compassion in your heart and watch this woman’s story for about 3-4 minutes! Thank you!

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Walking Through The Day With a Pain Warrior


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This is not just a story about me, but a story that many pain warriors live through on a daily basis. I know because I talk to many of them often.  Much of this is “our story”. …..I awaken each day; the first thing that I do is cry inside of my head. My body lay still too long.  Four hours is too long! I feel pain and don’t want to get up, or move because I know it will hurt. I’m so tired of the pain. I lay there and contemplate rising to my feet.  I hear my husband call my name.  He always says “Hello my Love, Good Morning! Time to rise and shine!”  He tells our Kitty, Luna, to come and get me. She always listens to him and she enters our bedroom and meows for me to get on my feet. Still lying there, I think about the day ahead and wonder if it will be a busy day?  Will it be one in which I have to do a few things? Or will it be a day that I can be a bit quiet?

After 40 minutes has passed from the time I took my medication, I attempt to get up.  First I sit up and I feel the pain in my back. The Degenerative disc disease, Scoliosis, Spondylitis and multiple herniated and bulging discs, make it almost an impossible feat. The medication does help. It takes the pain down from a 9 to about a 5; and I finally get up.  But then there’s the stairs to tackle. I hold onto the rail and then I lean on the wall. I fumble my way down the stairs, as my cat scampers past me, ready for her cuddles on my way to the kitchen. First, I sit on the ottoman and pet her for a few moments and then it’s time for breakfast. My husband has already made the tea and has my toast ready to go.

He goes to work and I go to my chair, my recliner. In my spot, there is a pillow and a blanket and a settle in for a look on the computer.  What fantastic things have happened overnight on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram? I answer a few questions, maybe I help a few people in my support groups? People always volunteer to help me with my groups because they are becoming large for one person to handle on a daily basis. People mean well, but they are also in pain and have much going on in their lives.  Eventually they stop helping and I’m alone again.  I don’t want to give up, because some people just need someone to listen, anyone.  I like being that person. I want to help and do something of value with my life.

Maybe after awhile at the computer, I will either write a blog post, an article for the National Pain Report; or maybe I’ll sign a song that day.  I love the beauty of ASL and the way the emotions come out of my body, hands and face. I can feel something other than pain. Until I’m finished; and then the pain is worse.  I have to rest and take more medications. My husband comes home for lunch because he says that he likes to check in on me.  We’ve been married for 20 years and he always comes home for lunch. I am one lucky lady to have such a knight in shining armor at my side. He never complains about doing so much. He cleans, cooks and does the laundry; after mowing the lawn and fixing whatever needs repaired in the house. Still, he never complains.

In the afternoon, I may visit my granddaughters and my daughter who live only a few blocks away. I’m still able to drive for “personal errands” and for about 10 minutes at a time. If I visit them, I get lots of hugs and kisses and more love and life than you can even imagine. They are rays of sunshine in a world of pain.  They don’t understand that I am in pain and that’s a good thing for now.  I like to light up their faces and give them love and receive that same love in return. My daughter and I may do a couple of errands or have a coffee and chat. It seems like a nice day, right? It’s true, it’s the nicest day you could imagine. Then I come home and I sink into my recliner and sometimes my cat will come and sit with me.  Her love is unconditional and she seems to know when I’m in more pain than usual. She gives me comfort and love, unconditional love.  By that time it is 3:30 in the afternoon.  It’s been a full day and my pain has risen from the activities.  I can’t do anything else.  I don’t have the energy to make dinner anymore. The fatigue is deep and lasts for long periods of time.  I rest and sometimes I nod off in my chair. The cat jumps off of the chair and the back door opens.  My hero is home! The love of my life and my forever soul-mate comes home from another day at his job as a teacher. We muster up something to eat for dinner. Mostly, for him; because eating has become something difficult now. It’s not fun or anything I look forward to anymore. I have IBS, S.I.B.O., and Gastroparesis. There’s so much I’m incapable of eating now.  If I just throw caution to the wind, and eat to be social or “fun”; I suffer more.  There’s the nausea, constant nausea and burning whether it is high or low in my stomach; it’s awful either way.  Then if I eat just a tiny bit too much, I will be sick for hours afterwards. This is something that others don’t see or understand.  My husband sees and watches it from the other side. Then there are the others who I “talk to” on the other side of this computer. Many of them truly do understand.

Then, my friends; it is evening time. The sun goes down and we watch some Television together and maybe read or “play” on the internet for awhile.  All too soon, it is 10:30 pm and my husband goes up to bed. He. has to work in the morning.  He kisses me goodnight and tells me not to stay up too long.  I tell him that I will come to bed as soon as I feel like I’m able to sleep.  Time goes by and it’s one in the morning, then 2:00 AM and 3:00 AM.   I start to nod off as I’m messaging the other “night owls” who are my fellow pain warriors. They are with me at night, because they too cannot sleep either.  We try to give each other support and the strength to persevere.  Finally, the sparks of chatter start to diminish online.  I too, feel like I truly want sleep to come and save me from my body and the pain that is within. Much of the pain is physical, but there is no lack of mental anguish.

***I come from a family that doesn’t know or care that I exist. They are called “M.N.’s” or Malignant Narcissist’s.  I try to stay away, keep my distance. For some reason, I cannot “let go” totally.  Maybe I feel that I owe them something for bringing me into this world. But truly it’s been nothing but pain and abuse as far back as I can remember. Then the failed marriages because I didn’t know how to feel love until I met my soul-mate, Craig. We’ve been married 20+ years now. I thank God for him every day because nobody has ever truly loved me until I met him. Some people ask me why I always go back for more abuse and more pain? I guess he’s still my father and one of my two brothers is still my brother. The other one, I cannot even discuss and won’t.  My oldest brother used to try and protect me, but one day he stopped.  It was the day that I told our family “secrets”. That is when my father took his revenge and turned everyone he could, against me.  I’m not sure why they listen to him? I’ve always been kind hearted, loving and as good a person as I can be. But now the entire family, including dozens of cousins, have shoved me “under the rug”. I am an an outcast.  None of them will talk to me or even look at me if we meet.

I don’t get invited to the very very large family reunions.  Even though I was the only one in my nuclear family that ever attended those functions.  I always took my children to them while they were growing up. I wanted them to have a sense of “family” and belonging. I helped my one cousin, the only one who is the same age as me. She is 6 months older and I always got her “hand-me-downs”. I went for food when she had her big garage sales. I helped her when the family turned against her as her mother was dying. I told her not to let them “punish” her and told her to hold her head up high. They were so mean to her because she couldn’t let her mother come and stay with her when she was very sick and dying. I felt her pain as she told me the stories of her abusive childhood;  we could relate to one another.

But **one day, in 2002, I was in a terrible car accident which started all of the physical pain. No one came for me except my husband. Again, my knight in shining armor there with me and at my side through thick and thin, good and bad.  ***My cousin said she couldn’t come to our house and sit with me for awhile so my husband could do errands. I couldn’t be left alone as I could not even go to the bathroom or dress/undress myself or.    cut my own food. She said that “seeing me in so much pain, made her depressed.  If she was depressed, then her family would suffer.”  Therefore, she could not see me anymore. I’ve not seen her again except at a couple of funerals, but she won’t even look at me. ****I went to my favorite Aunt’s funeral yesterday.  It was in a church and my dad didn’t come because he would have had to have been “nice to me”; and then they might know that we’ve tried to “talk a little bit now and then” again.  Only one cousin spoke to me and only one other even looked my way and smiled.  My Aunts children were welcoming. They knew that their mom and I had a relationship. My cousin, her daughter, told me “mom wouldn’t have had it any other way”; when I thanked her for “letting me come to the funeral”.

**I watched my family all sitting in the same church, singing “Let there Be Peace on Earth”. While the words came out of their mouths, there was no peace in that room.  Only a gathering of many who really don’t know each other anymore, but had one thing in common.  That one thing was the love for a woman who knew how to live and how to love. So you see, there is physical pain and there are other kinds of pain. Some of these exacerbate the others. We just have to surround ourselves with those who want us in their lives.  Those who want to give and receive; or share love with us.

When my head finally hits the pillow at night, I lie down and listen to my husband’s breathing. So glad to hear those sounds of life and know that this person beside me has truly shown me what real love is all about.  I never knew if I would have that, some people never get to know it.  People who are “damaged” like me, have a hard time very often knowing the difference between real love and hurtful kinds of “twisted” love.  I’m fortunate to know this man and lucky to have his love and to have him to love. I try to let the sleep come to me. Relax, sigh and listen to the breath sounds and the sound of the cat purring next to me. This is my real “medicine” in life.  They, along with my children and grandchildren are what makes me happy. I try to remember these thoughts as I fitfully sleep for a few hours, only to wake up to the “fear” of getting up on my feet once more again tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

Finding HOPE With Chronic Pain



At first, I had been off of work for awhile and on SSDI for PTSD and CKDII. This was after years of living with abuse, domestic violence and more abuse. I got the help that I needed and was going to try and return back to my job in the Fall of 2002. A man ran through a red light one August day in 2002 which changed all of my plans, hopes and dreams. At first I lived with Chronic Intractable Pain s/p the M.V.A. I suffered multiple injuries. Some of these included: a TBI with 3 years of brain injury rehabilitation (and whiplash), multiple herniated/bulging discs, nerve hearing loss, balance/vision loss/issues, a ruptured biceps tendon, 2 torn meniscus’ along with ankle and wrist injuries. I had 4 CT Arthrograms, which are grueling and painful tests rarely used today. They aren’t often done now because all of the new technology and MRI machines. But I had a pacemaker placed 3 months after the accident and can’t have anymore MRI’s (luckily I had the brain, neck, spine & shoulder ones done right away after the MVA). I endured 8 surgeries with 2 titanium screws in my left shoulder, and I’m on my 2nd pacemaker. In 2007, following right foot surgery, I was diagnosed with RSD/CRPS in my right foot. Later in 2013, I was diagnosed with “severe systemic/full body RSD/CRPS disseminated” with Lymphedema in my left arm, chest, breast. This occurred after what was supposed to be a simple pacemaker replacement surgery. Instead, when the Neuro-Cardiologist surgeon got inside of my chest, he found that my pectoral muscle had a hole worn right through it from the first pacemaker placement. What was supposed to be an easy 45 minute procedure turned out to be a major reconstruction of my entire pectoral muscle and more.

Pain has affected my life tremendously because I had been a full-time working single mother with two daughters for 9 years. I was an Interpreter for the Deaf at a major University hospital and for several school systems magnet hearing impaired programs. I had gone to College for Sign Language Studies/Interpreting and had received honors. Finally I found my soul-mate, fell in love and re-married. We had only been married 5 years when the car accident occurred, which changed my life forever. We used to win medals in “racewalking” together. For several years I had been an Aerobics instructor. At my daughters school and other elementary schools I volunteered by teaching children about Deaf culture and American Sign Language. For four years I taught Sign language class to the 4th and 5th grade children at my daughters’ school. The kids learned several songs in Sign Language and we finished off the end of the year by performing them for the whole school and the parents. Lastly, I volunteered to chaperone whenever possible and I was the jump rope team coach for several years. Receiving the honor of the “VIP” (*Volunteer In Public Schools) award from our school systems’ Superintendent was an awesome feeling. The award was given to me because of my work with the children and for volunteering my time to Interpret for Deaf parents with hearing students during IEP’s and Parent/teacher conferences. I was thrilled to be honored in our town Newspaper!

In seeking treatments, I was in brain injury rehab for 3 years outpatient and had found a pain management physician. He started out with the usual Epidural nerve blocks, trigger point injections, Pain Psychologist with biofeedback and 8 years of PT and OT. Multiple specialists were visited and it was a different one for each injury. I’d gone to at least 5 different shoulder Orthopedic Dr’s and none of them helped me. It was always more grueling Physical therapy and more pain. One of them even said to me “What part of I can’t fix your shoulder, don’t you understand? Is it the brain injury?” Feeling devastated, embarrassed and defeated at that moment, my driver took me home. (*I had a driving company take me to most of my appointments for several years because my husband couldn’t get the time off needed for everything). I had several experiences with physicians, that were just appalling. One G.I. Dr., said to my husband “Wow, you got way more than you bargained for, marrying this one, and you even stayed?” A knee Dr. told me that “everyone my age has a torn meniscus”. I think I could write a book just on terrible experiences I’ve had with physicians. But you know what? I didn’t give up! I continued to go to 5 different shoulder physicians, until finally one touched my arm in such a way that I screamed instantly. He knew then that my biceps tendon had ruptured a whole year prior! He said it had ruptured and then during all of that year while I was visiting shoulder Dr. after shoulder Dr.; the tendon had been trying to repair itself by reattaching wrongly to the bone. I had to have open shoulder surgery to detach that tendon from the bone and then reattach it with 2 titanium screws.

I feel that part of the barrier to my getting the care that I needed was that I “looked fine”. I suppose that because I tried to brush my hair, put on a bit of makeup and wear clean clothes, that meant that I was “fine”. Though I was prescribed per the PMR physician: 2 AFO’s (ankle/foot Orthotic braces for foot drop), knee braces, a shoulder brace, a wheelchair, motorized scooter, a walker, forearm crutches and a cane; I supposed I still “looked fine”!?? Along with the fact that I’d been prescribed prisms for my glasses (which I’d not worn prior to the MVA) and 2 hearing aids for the moderate hearing loss. My husband and friends, or for that matter anyone who knew me could see that I was in horrible pain. It seemed that many of the Dr.’s were oblivious. Luckily, my GP of many years, the PMR brain injury specialist and the pain management physician knew, understood and helped me and that is what mattered most at the time. I even had one person put a nasty note on my car windshield when I went into the grocery store. I had put the HC placard on my rear view mirror and put my cane into a nearby cart. I went into the store for just something small and came back out to a note that I’ll never forget. It was written on a napkin with purple ink and it said “You don’t look Handicapped or sick. It must be a MENTAL thing! I hope you become handicapped for the rest of your life so you know what it is like to really need this spot to park your car”! I was in shock and devastated. I cried all the way home. Then after composing myself, I wrote a letter to the editor of my town and told him all about my experience. I was hoping to help others to know they weren’t alone. I was also hoping that the person who wrote the note, maybe lived in this town and hopefully saw my “letter to the editor” and maybe they would feel some remorse?

I had a pain management Dr. and after doing all that he asked, he wanted to give me a spinal pain pump. I was not a candidate because I have an immune disease called “CID” or Combined Immune Deficiency Disease. He said since I was going to be given only medications, that he wouldn’t see me anymore because “he is looked at under a microscope by the government”. Therefore he turned my pain care over to my GP and told me that the Dr. could call him any time with a consult or questions. The GP did not know what to do with me and gave me a higher dose of pain medicine after pain medicine, which most made me ill. Finally we found something that worked and helped the pain. I was on 2 medications from 2005 thru 2015. Then in January of that year I got a letter from our insurance company stating that they “would not pay for the pain meds anymore after March 11th, unless a certified pain management Dr. agreed with the regimen I was on.” I thought that would be easy, I would just visit my old pain management Dr. and all would be fine. That was not to happen! I went to my GP for my next visit to discuss this letter and what we would do, only to find out it was his last day! I spent the majority of the appointment crying. He promised me that he would speak to that pain Dr. I’d gone to before and send him all of my updated records. He also told me that he would personally speak to that Dr.! We went to the pain specialist that had been my prior pain specialist. I had always been a good, compliant patient. I did everything asked of me. I fought taking pain medications but was told that “it was OK” and to “trust him”. I even had a letter from his own pain Psychologist, stating that I do not have an “addictive personality”. Well, I was astonished to find that he turned me away and told me to “go to a treatment center”! I fell apart and started to cry! Then he told me that my GP had been “investigated by the feds and he was sent to work at an urgent care where he cannot write prescriptions for pain meds any longer”. Then he proceeded to tell my husband and me that “he didn’t want to be any part of that Dr’s MESS”. He told me he would not see me again. I begged him and told him I was a strong person. I reminded him about the letter from his own pain psych. Dr.! I reminded him that I’ve never smoked a cigarette, never drank nor have I ever done any drugs in my whole life! He told me to leave and come and see him “only after I visit and go to a treatment center”. What is wrong with this picture? The problem is that this man is supposed to be a legitimate pain physician. He should know the difference between “dependent” and “addicted”. I don’t get a “high” from my medicine, in fact I despise taking it. I don’t think about it or crave it. If I had a choice, I would never want to take it again!

I never went back to that Dr.! Needless to say, I never went to the treatment center. I didn’t want that following me around in my medical records for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to be taken less seriously than I had been already, because I “look fine”. I went to about 4 or 5 different pain specialist’s who all looked at me dumbfounded or made rude comments to my husband and/or me! Some of them just stood by the door waiting for me to be done with my “story”, so they could say “Ok, well I’ll see you in 6 months”! A few of them said that I was “just too complicated” or had “too many pain issues to deal with”. Finally, I saw one Dr. that was kind, good and respectful towards me. That’s all it takes, folks! It only takes one kind Dr. to listen to you, believe in you and then you believe in him/her. He told me that I had to get off the medications that the other GP had me taking for 9 years. He gave me a different medicine and he told me that hopefully my brain would “be tricked” by the other pain medicine and the withdrawals wouldn’t be too bad. Even though I’d had seizures following the TBI, a heart attack and a CVA already; I wanted to do this at home with my husband’s love and help. I was told to take my last of the old meds on July 12, 2015 and start the new one. I was deathly ill for about 6 weeks. The first 3 weeks were the worst. It felt as though I had the worst flu in my entire life, on top of the flaring of the RSD/CRPS pain and other pain. Finally, I had done it! I had a few blood pressure spikes that were scary and we got some medication to help with that. I earned the respect of the new pain Dr. and I felt some sort of self strength from being able to do it all by myself, for the most part. Today, over a year has gone by and I don’t think about that other medication and I don’t want it. I never want it again actually. If someone offered it to me today, I would say “NO”! My quality of life has gone down a bit. I’m in my chair for most of the days, with about 4 “good hours” per day. But I still prefer this pain medicine regimen that I’m taking now! It works for me and it’s still pain medication but its more than half of what I’d been taking and I feel like my pain is semi-controlled as long as I don’t do too much for too long.

As far as distractions, that is what I want to talk about. There are so many good things that we can do to distract ourselves if we only give several things a chance. I started volunteering as a “chemo-angel”, a “card-angel”, “special assignment angel” and “prayer angel” for the “Chemo-Angels” program. What this essentially means is that I get assigned a “buddy”, someone compatible that I would work well with. It’s usually a child, because I love children and I’m a mom of 2 and grandmother of 3! The child is going through chemo therapy and I send them weekly letters, small gifts that are mail-able and cards. When I get assigned children, I use my kitty cat “Angel Kitty Luna” as the writer of the letters. The kids love to hear about Luna running through the house catching spiders in the basement or playing with her “baby” (her 1st toy). They end up loving my Luna so much, that I made her a Facebook “page” and many come to “visit” her there. There they can see videos of her and see that she is real. It’s good and therapeutic for me and it’s very good for the children or adults that I am assigned to be buddies with. I cannot say enough good about distractions. You are helping yourself when you help someone else. As far as the chemo-angel program, I’m never allowed to say a negative word in my letters and nothing about myself, unless its a fun story or something cheerful. I also took my love of Sign Language and changed it from Interpreting which I can no longer do, into signing songs that are uplifting and fun and posting them to You Tube (*@ASLSuzyQ), which I can do. It makes me hurt more sometimes and I must learn the lyrics first. It’s really very difficult for me but it’s a challenge too. You see, with the TBI it’s very hard to memorize and nearly impossible. With my pain levels, and lack of “range of motion”, it’s nearly impossible to actually DO the sign language. I go over and over and learn a song (because it’s very hard to hear words with music when you need 2 hearing aids). I sing it and learn it until it’s “2nd nature”. Then I videotape myself doing ASL covers of fun, meaningful and cheerful songs. I post them to You Tube and then send them to my few Twitter accounts, my 3 support groups on Facebook which I founded myself and admin. by myself (though the one group is pretty large and I have 2 helpers for that group). I also send them when appropriate, to my Facebook “Pages” which I started in order to help with different aspects of Advocacy and to cheer people up. Another one of my favorite “distractions” from my pain, is my blog and writing. I took journalism in College and I always wrote for my school newspapers. I even founded a newspaper at the University of Michigan hospital, where I worked before I got sick. I love writing and my blog called “Tears of Truth” ( @suzydukettes.wordpress.com), has become more recognized and noticed. It started out as a place for me to write about the abuse and an outlet for me, before I had physical pain to deal with. It has progressed and evolved into a place where I write everything from funny stories to informative articles and my opinions regarding them. “Tears of Truth” is also a place where I can have my own “soapbox” about certain issues that I want to challenge. I even have ways to cope and what to do when you are in a situation with a Narcissists! I write during the holidays about how to cope with pain, people and pumpkin pie! I used my bad experiences and my good ones to help others. I even wrote about the day that someone in Wal-mart stopped me in a public store and wanted to “pray over me because I needed a cane and therefore had demons inside of me”! Now, don’t get me wrong, I love God and I’m a Christian! But I don’t appreciate being told that I am in pain because I’m a “bad person”! I try to write about these and other experiences. I find ways to help others should they come across something like that. I just love writing, music and ASL and I use all of that to help distract me from my pain. I have another You Tube account (*www.youtube.com/suzydukettes), where I post videos sometimes about certain issues, such as that “Anderson Cooper’s CNN Town Hall meeting” and the proposed “Opioid Lifeboat tax” and the USPain Foundation’s “People With Pain Matter”. I helped a group of University students with a project they had to do. They had to find something unknown to most people and make others aware of it. They saw the “CRPS” logo sweatshirt I was wearing while in a coffee shop. They stopped and asked me if I would help them with their project. I had so much fun helping them. I made videos, slideshows and we raised awareness about not only CRPS, but all about Chronic Pain! By then I was in process of becoming an Ambassador in MI, for USPain Foundation. I brought my pamphlets and other resources sent to me by USPain and we spread awareness of both CRPS and Chronic Pain.

I do envision a better and lower pain future for myself and anyone else who wants to “come along for the ride”. I can envision that future even more now because though I started out “alone” or felt “alone” on this pain journey. I now have thousands of people who share their stories with me each day from all over the world. I have made so many wonderful, deep, meaningful and strong friendships along the way. We all have to start with “baby steps”. When things feel too big or too much to handle, not only do I turn to God, but I have my loving husband/caregiver and my dear friends from all around the Globe. I’ve learned so much and I pray that I will continue to learn every day. Today I am better equipped to handle this pain because I didn’t give up HOPE. You never know what “good” could be around the corner. So please don’t ever give up! I just try to distract myself, take my medicine responsibly and use the tools that I’ve learned. This is the way I hope to continue coping and to become a better person and health advocate.

One Bloggers’ Reaction To An Attack On Pain Patients!


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A short 2 minute video letter to CNN 


Hello Luvs,

Here is something that some of you had been asking me for..LOL..you had asked me to make a shorter video that you could watch and share to spread the word that #peoplewithpain matter and #painedlivesmatter and we are #chronicpainpatientsnotaddicts….here is a short 2 minute video…I hope you like it:

 

 

My Letter To CNN


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Tonight I watched a CNN “Town Hall Meeting”, with Anderson Cooper, Dr. Sanjay Gupta, Dr. Leana Wen and Dr. Drew . This was nothing like what a “Town Hall Meeting”  is supposed to resemble! It was “one-sided” ……..and there was no one sticking up for the rights of chronic pain patients. Oh,I know that they were there. They were in the audience just hoping and waiting for their chance to get out “our” thoughts on the subject of Opioids. They’re  being slowly taken from us as we writhe in pain and the so called “Dr’s against opioids” want us to “think our pain away”!  Better yet, why not have a CRPS patient with Allodynia (hypersensinsitive to touch)/ pain patient, get a massage??  Once & for all,  an “addict” is not the same as a chronic pain patient!  Pain patients are not addicts. We do not “crave” our pain medications. We do not have overwhelming thoughts about our meds and we do NOT get any kind of “high” by taking our prescribed dosages in a responsible manner!  This is what I’d like to say to the producers, Dr’s & Mr. Cooper, at CNN!  Those persons who hijacked what was supposed to be a “Town Hall meeting”. But in real such arenas, you get to hear from both sides. This meeting was more like a documentary against the use of Opioids!  At one point Anderson Cooper allows a long time Opioid user, who’s a chronic pain patient, to take the microphone. She says that she’s been having a better life while taking the Opioids responsibly for over 20 years! She was “cut off” mid sentence by Dr. Drew, who tells her and everyone else that “she us NOT the Norm”!  It got worse and more against “us”/ the people living with chronic pain, as time went on!  Here is what I’d like to say to them should I get the chance:

This letter is not only for CNN’s Anderson Cooper, but for Dr. Sanjay Gupta, Dr. Leana Wen & Dr. Drew;

First of all, I’m writing not only for myself, but on behalf of all Chronic Pain patients. Number 1: The Disease of addiction is NOT equal to the Disease of Chronic Pain! They are not one in the same! That so-called “Town a meeting” on CNN this evening was not one at all! A true Town Meeting is an open forum that promotes Democracy! Tonight, Anderson Cooper & CNN’s “get together” with Dr.’s Drew, Gupta & Wen; was more like a one sided opinion/discussion meeting! Only one true chronic pain patient got to speak! Not only was she interrupted, but then Dr. Drew had to make sure to say that she “was not the ordinary”!

I’ve been a patient with chronic pain since 2002 s/p a MVA! Then after those multiple injuries, 8 surgeries and more pain than I want to remember, I got the worst form of Chronic Pain, called “Complex Regional Pain Syndrome”(it is #43 on the McGill Pain Scale. It’s right up there with cancer, childbirth & amputation of a finger). It was then, that I truly knew what chronic pain was all about. Or so I thought, until my CRPS went systemic/full body, s/p another surgery in 2013.

Mr. Cooper, at your meeting,it was mentioned that “2 million Americans misuse Opioids”. But do you know how many Chronic pain patients take their medications just as prescribed? The majority of Chronic Pain patients are conscientious in taking their prescribed Opioid pain medications. We do not CRAVE or get a “high” from our prescribed pain meds. Nor do we allow our pain meds to control us or our every thought. On the other hand, an addict is controlled by his drugs! That’s one main difference between pain patients and addicts. I control my medications, they don’t control me! Dependence and addiction are completely different. Many meds can cause withdrawals when cessation begins, for example: blood pressure medications, anti-depressants, Beta Blockers and so on! Do you know that “WE” (Pain patients) get lumped together with Heroin addicts? What if your mother or sister suffered 365/24/7 with horrible fire-like burning pain, like that of CRPS? Would you be so quick to push them into a category with “drug addicts”? What if they were under a reputable Dr’s care and taking pain medications in order to function and be able to get out of bed in the mornings?

Untreated Chronic Pain kills too! Opioids have been prescribed for pain for many years! Why punish everyone for the actions of a some?  When we are taking our pain medications responsibly and as prescribed. While we are under the care of a Medical Doctor who went to school for many years to learn his job; (whether he /she be a GP or Pain Management specialist).  This Physician took the oath to “Do No Harm” and as long as they’ve been prescribing responsibly; then there’s no reason for any of this! It’s just the latest hype by those who are “on a mission”! The people who are up in arms about this subject, are those who stand to lose the most money if we are allowed to just continue taking the medications that work for some of us! I’m talking about The Private clinics that are getting $2,000 cash, per Ketamine infusion because insurance doesn’t pay for that. Desperate people in horrible pain are willing to pay cash to have some sort of hope or even short time relief!! (**Ketamine is a much more dangerous drug! It’s used in Veterinary medicine , to tranquilize a horse)! Others that stand to lose money are the manufacturers of the spinal cord Stimulators and pain pumps, along with Massage & Acupuncture centers. Why let us take an inexpensive pill that has worked for several years? If something is and has been working, please don’t take it away?

The Disease of Chronic Pain does not Equal the Disease of addiction! Lastly, people suffer because Chronic Pain is not only stigmatized but it’s under treated. Suicide rates rise & will continue to do so, due to this lack of treatment & lack of availability of the medications required for the relief of chronic pain. Also because physicians are “running away” and closing their doors on chronic pain patients because of the fear that they now have of being taken away to jail just for doing the job for which they went through many years of schooling and took an oath to “Do No Harm”!

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