What is the worst thing about the pain?" She asked me, none had asked me before
So I sat and thought and watched those around me..and what I found out surprised me
So I counted the broken promises and canceled dates the half done dinners and shortened holidays
The eyes of my friends and family have gone from concern to disappointment to boredom and at last to the shifting that denotes no pleasure in my company. the visits and phone calls have slowly dried up till there are none
What is the worst part of dealing with chronic pain?
Its the isolation and the looks that say "well, She looks fine"
Oh My Sweet Lady !!
I wish that pain was bright pink I wish it glowed and sparkled
and...I could hand it off to someone else to deal with for awhile.. How long would you carry this burden my dear friend? Would you like to carry my "invisible" disability?
It is me that turns invisible unseen and unheard
Will you take the endless burning pain even temporarily?
Will you take the 12 hour days granted to me and not the
24 that Sol promises?
Will you take the broken dates and spoiled dinners?
Will you watch their faces go from loving concern to polite excuses to loveless and dutiful?