Hello my name is IceDream. I am a sufferer of Fibromyalgia and no it is not a disease just for the elderly. I was embarrassed to tell my friends and I kept telling my family it was just pinched nerves. I was diagnosed with Fibro a couple of years ago and have been denying it ever since. On May 12 a net friend of mine sent me an e-mail announcing Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. Well I started reading it and went to a few links I actually found a girl that has been suffering for 2 years and she was only 19. Ok so now I am an outed sufferer.


I know some of you will never understand the quiet suffering I do. All I can ask is that you have patience with me. One of my favorite sayings is "Some days are diamonds. Some days are stone"  Meaning some days the pain is normal other days it is really bad. The friends I have told on and off line have been very understanding and I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. So when I am not in a laughing and good mood you know I am having a "stone" day. Please forgive me if I lose my temper or I am not in a happy mood. Remember under the snarley thing you call friend is "ME" and I love you.


I found this story  and it reminded me of my everyday struggle with endometriosis and wondered if maybe for some reason I had this disease for a reason?  I know that I have gotten stronger and wiser since this disease.  I have become my own advocate and have become an empathize of pain and suffering.  I am now a nurse and when a patient tells me they have pain, I don't take it lightly.  When there is a cure found for endometriosis.....then we will all be able to fly with freedom.....


The Struggle

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. 
One day a small opening appeared;
he sat and watched the butterfly for
several hours as it struggled to force
its body through that little hole. Then
it seemed to stop making any progress.
It appeared as if it had gotten as far
as it could and it could go no farther.
The man decided to help the butterfly,
so he took a pair of scissors and snipped
off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and
small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch
the butterfly because he
expected that, at any moment the
wings would enlarge and expand
to be able to support the body,
which would contract in time.
Neither happened! In fact, the
butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around with a swollen
body and shriveled wings. It never
was able to fly.

What the man in his kindness
and haste did not understand
was that the restricting cocoon
and the struggle required for the
butterfly to get through the
tiny opening were nature's way
of forcing fluid from the body of
the butterfly into its wings so that
it would be ready for flight once
it achieved its freedom from
the cocoon.

Sometimes stuggles are exactly
what we need in our life. If nature
allowed us to go through our life
without any obstacles, it would
cripple us. We would not be as
strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly!

~Author unknown~
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