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...me, a deep dark part of me meant that too. He put me on antidepressants for my depression and morphine patches for the pain. He continued to switch up my medicines, searching for something that might slow down the progression of this awful disease.In 2004, my knees were gone. I was in a wheelchair most of the time. My poor son was my caregiver most of the time. He had to help me up and down off the couch and in and out of the car. He watched me struggle through the pain on a daily basis and had to witness me cry my eyes out from the pain. I hated that most of all.It ended up that I ... (more)
...visions, voices, nightmares, self-deprecating thoughts, and accusations invade my every waking moment. Perceptions of reality and fantasy mix together, making the deciphering of fact and fiction a huge effort in itself. All day, every day, like one with paralyzed legs, committed to wheelchair, an implement of bothersome necessity, in my mind. I watch the heads wag, “Tsk, tsk. Quit being a pansy, just get up and walk”. Damn it! Can't you see I can't freaking walk? Can't you see that it takes me longer to do normal things? I must make preparations for the ordinary, that which... (more)
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