I have just returned from Arizona where my husband and I are looking for a new place to spend the next chapter of our lives. It is time for us to leave California for any number of reasons. That is why my blog site has been neglected for a short time. I have thought about all of you every day and the struggles that we go through together. It is comforting to know that all of you around the world are there with me and I with you as we enjoy the moments every day has to offer. A long distance move creates a measure of stress, but I luckily enjoy change so I will take each day as it comes one at a time.
While I was traveling to, from and around Arizona I was thinking about how all of us have been reduced to being patients in our healthcare systems. I'm sure all of you have a feel for what that means and I believe that this feeling is universal regardless of which country you live in. Becoming a patient automatically puts us in a nondescript role by our medical communities. We lose our identity and become an illness that is dissected into body parts lacking a personal history, an identity, and the essence of who we are. There is nothing more dehuminizing than being reduced to a diagnosis that fails to acknowledge our humanity and ignores our accomplishments and our life story.Have you lost yourself and your remarkable life story in your process of becoming ill with fibromyalgia? We are unable to do all the activities that we did prior to getting sick, but does that mean the begining of our life story no longer exists. Every day of our lives defines who we are and is
