I love Halloween! It’s time to get, or make, your costumes. These #tutorials are so cool, I just had to share. Enjoy, and if you try any make sure to send me a photo!
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I like this. It’s really relaxing and not painful for #fibrowarriors.
And you can set reminders!
It’s hard to know, with a non-verbal child. Sometimes I think I see a flicker of surprise or acknowledgement in his eye (he only uses one), but just sometimes. Being with him full time is a strange existence, it’s almost like I’m alone. I don’t know if he knows I’m his Mom. I don’t know what he’s thinking or even at what level he understands. I like to think he’s at the level of a 9 month old. Why? Because living like this would drive a normal intellect insane. I still change his diapers, for goodness sake. I hand feed him. He drinks a bottle. He’s 17. He has many seizures. He’s so big now, it’s turned very physical and I have fibromyalgia And I’m in my 50’s, an old lady by young people standards.
His biological father is a drug addict and in prison at the moment, my husband has been his father. But as Chance gets older and needs to be shaved and has acne and grows more distant, my husband grows further away. Chance even has a moustache! He looks so much like his bio dad, who my husband saw once in court. It’s strange for everyone.
He usually seems pretty happy. He smiles every once in a while, but he’s a teenager and not always a happy camper. He hardly, if ever, crys anymore. During his first year, that’s all he did, so maybe he wore it all out. So he’s changed, because as a boy, he smiled all the time. I called him handsome Chansome.
He goes to school, which he seems to like, also he likes riding the school bus. This is all speculation on my part. He seems the same. I worry, am I assigning him my own personality and voice as we do with pets? He’s a human being. A doctor said that to my Mom once, because she thought he was too much for me and isn’t close to him. She likes the girls best.
He rides a horse every week, a therapy called hippotherapy. He sits on the horse with a person on either side and a person leading the horse and an occupational therapist behind or working with him. He seems to like it or I like it for him, I don’t know. Believe it or not, insurance doesn’t pay for this, so I have to ask a charity for money, which lasts a few months. There is a LOT of paperwork involved with having a handicapped child. Doctors forms, social security, documents for court and child support, money to do a therapy that isn’t “approved” by the insurance industry. It’s a travesty. It’s called HippoTHERAPY and he works with an occupational therapist, who would be payed if we were inside!
But then I think about the terrible and wonderful day that he was thrown from a horse! Yes, terrible: I usually follow them around, but they were out in a field, I wasn’t allowed there. In the office, the walkie talkie crackled and said “rider down, rider down in the field” and people started running. I knew it was Chance, he was the only one out there. I ran, it seemed so far. And he was just laying there. I ran toward his head to stabilize his neck. I looked at him, upside down, he opened his eyes and looked into my eyes and started crying! He waited for me, to cry! I am special to him! We got an ambulance and he was checked out at the hospital and he was fine! A miracle. He has osteoporotic bones and has already had a fractured hip that required surgery and a full body cast for eight weeks. It was a nightmare, especially for Chance. He was thrown from a huge horse and had no injuries. Did he float down? No. Did someone catch him? No. The wonderful.
And he cried.
I have a son named Chance. He is 17 years old, going into his senior year of high school. He’s handsome, funny, quirky, brave, strong, sometimes grumpy. Hey, nobody’s perfect! LOL!
I love him. He’s still like a 9 month old baby intellectually and physically. He wears diapers, doesn’t talk or walk unassisted and has daily seizures. It’s God-awful. It’s ruined my life. I was just barely making it, widowed, with one teenage child and then I was pregnant. And then the father ran away. And I have fibromyalgia. And I work full time. And I have a house and bills to take care of. And the baby’s not well. There’s something wrong and the doctors won’t believe me. Tip.
He was eventually, after many time consuming and physically punishing doctors appointments, diagnosed with cerebral palsy and epilepsy. At one point they said he was virtually blind. Tip. As he got older, he wasn’t gaining weight. He wouldn’t breastfeed and then never learned how to chew, or talk, walk, potty train… He looked like a skeleton. We’re fortunate to live near a big city with lots of the best medical care in the country. Baltimore, Kennedy Krieger Institute, Johns Hopkins Hospital. We started going to a feeding clinic at KK and they suggested a feeding tube, although they have a cutesy name for it, button. It’s a surgical procedure where his intestine is hooked up to the outside. There are many complications possible. It would make things easier for me and them, but that doesn’t mean it’s best for Chance.
They gave him a goal weight and I stuffed him full of food and formula so we could avoid “the button”. And we did hit! He hit the goal weight, so for now he’s safe. When I’m not around anymore (something I worry about constantly), he will probably end up with one, but His beautiful bod is still whole.
Alarm bells are going off. It’s a bell only primary care providers (usually Moms) can hear. And that bell is screaming HALLOWEEN! Believe it or not, some people are already thinking about Christmas, may God bless them one and all!!! Ha!
Anywho, we have to start thinking about costumes. First I’ll ask the kids what they want to be and then I’ll decide what they are going to be. Should we do totally random or matchy-matchy? I have a boy and girl so we’ve done fireman and dog, Raggedy Ann and Andy (so cute) and others random, depending on my energy level that year.
I’m kind of neutral on the whole statue removal thing. That said, I also realize they are just outward projections of our inner strife. This one involving the whites who voted for Trump and the whites who didn’t. You thought this was about slavery or black vs. white or history? Sorry.
I photographed the above statue in Annapolis a few years ago, never dreaming there would ever be controversy surrounding it. Also not knowing it had a twin up the road in Baltimore. I must applaud Mayor Pugh for having all 4 civil war statues removed overnight. This wasn’t really about the statues, it was about keeping the city and citizens safe, after what happened in Charlottesville. The mayor didn’t want any more protesting here or having riots again as with the BLM movement. Governor Hogan had the Taney statue in Annapolis removed the following night.
This may turn into a long list. I’m going to think of things that fibromyalgia took away from me, even though I didn’t know I had it. Back then, and for 25 years, I just wondered why I couldn’t “keep up” with my co-workers and friends and family. I refused to get a second job, even though most x-ray technologists had 2-3 jobs. I had a hard enough time just getting through a regular work week. I didn’t understand how some people could actually enjoy working, when all I wanted to do was go home and rest.
So I’ll add to this as I think of more things, because there’s a lot. If you can add to this list, let me know in the comments and I’ll add them. Fibromyalgia is pain, but it’s also exhaustion, depression and muddled thinking, dread. Someone came up with the “Spoon theory”. People with chronic pain conditions have a certain amount of energy, or spoons, depending on the day. If you run out of spoons, you’re done for the day. This really helps my family if I say, “I’m low on spoons today” or “I’ve got plenty of spoons!”.
Fibromyalgia has taken my:
2. Child (my oldest son went to live with my sister b/c I couldn’t handle him and my job and my house, which he seemed to want to destroy, and a new baby).
3. Sobriety, I drank whiskey for many years when I couldn’t take the pain anymore, until Lyrica.
4. Youth. I remember being 25, at work as a landscaper, and I had to sit and cry because I couldn’t keep up with my co-workers, all older than me.
5. Sex life. Every touch hurts.
6. Beautiful fingernails
7. Ability to enjoy a bath or long, hot shower. I dread taking a shower.
Because of fibromyalgia I can’t:
2. Drive over 5 hours.
3. Carry a child, my children. (A baby stroller was my best friend).
4. Clean my house well.
9. Walk my dog
10. Work out
11. Breastfeed (hurt too much)
“Oh the grieving is huge. The lost opportunities and what could have been, the grief for what never was. The grief for what was. Only those who’ve experienced this will understand too, so it can also be very isolating. Xox” Chelli Sherwin