Hello Edda
Nice to hear from you.

When I was 8, my Mom had a motorcycle accident which broke both of her legs multiple places. From that day forward I began observing my mother's massive life changes, challenges and chronic pain. 1978 meant less advancements in medicine... 4 months on her back in traction, one year bound to a wheel chair and on crutches, countless drugs, operations, infections, therapists, hospitals, doctors etc... As a matter of fact my mom was one of the first in NY state to be hooked up to the brand new technology of a tens unit for electric stim! The day of mom's accident, her Dr. wanted to amputate but Dad refused to let him because she was only 28 years old with a little girl to raise (yours truly). Fast forward 41 years later... who knows if that was the right decision. The Dr saved her legs but with repercussions. She has been through hell along the way and I have been along her side.

Before I began this post I was texting with my mom who is now 69 and really wearing down from all she's been through. She has always been THE MOST powerful, strong, stubborn and determined person I know. Her words to me just were... "Alot of times one feels the fight is gone. I am trying to stay positive."

Now, here I am with chronic pain of my own, on opiods after watching her need them for decades, trying to stay positive for her as well as myself and feeling bad for many folks on this forum. The one thing I have learned throughout it all is that none of us are truly alone in our misery and no matter the challenge... support, love and a sympathetic yet encouraging ear can be the best medicine ever!

Thank you for reading my story. I hope it occupied your mind and took away from your pain, even for a bit. Wishing you peace and comfort. Don't be a stranger. We can all help each other.
~Rachel