I can give support.
I can give encouragement.
I can be real.
I can pray.
I can praise God.
I can BELIEVE.
I love my PNE friends, my fellow sufferers... someday, we will be fellow people who are BETTER and freed from this horrible hell pain that is all-consuming. I pray that it is replaced with the all consuming fire of the Holy Spirit. I pray that we are all used for the Lord.
On a side note, you may be a family member suffering because your spouse is in so much pain and torment, and you have no way to reach them. You may be a hurting mum, worried about her son/daughter's seemingly incurable disease.... watching them crumble before your eyes while you can't do anything about it.... You may be a neighbor, a friend, watching your pal fade away, threatening suicide, feeling despair.
Yes... more reality from the PNE world. Oh, God, I pray the PNE doctors read my blog somehow and that they can see how truly important they are to us suffering. They aren't Gods. They are only men. But, God can use their hands to heal. Please let them know that. And, we patients aren't crazy. We only want a slice of life back. No..... we want IT ALL. We deserve it all!!! We are human. We want peace in our bodies. I will continue to pray and "roll in my holy-rolled-ness" (haha) for these PNE doctors and for more to be raised up.
God we need help.
I want to burn my ice packs. Is that possible???? Can I set a blowtorch to my Lyrica? How about I throw away the Valium? I'll give it to the neighbor's smelly cat. Just kidding. I want OUT. I'm done with the PNE club. I'm leaving the lunch table.
