When she was given the diagnosis of osteoporosis, she cried--in relief. Finally, she knew what was wrong and she could deal with it from there. She took lots of medications, upped her calcium and spent many hours each day sitting with a heating pad or out walking to support bone strength. Her health problems didn't end there but I still remember her relief that she wasn't "crazy"--she was in pain. It had a name and a cause.
I would give almost anything to be able to call her and discuss this with her now, because I feel like I am experiencing almost exactly what she did. I know she wouldn't have any answers for me, but just being able to relate to her story and share the frustration (not to mention just hearing her voice again) would be amazing.
Today I sit in my chair with a heating pad, and I am in pain. And the doctors tell me nothing. They throw pain meds at me and tell me to lose a few pounds (hello . . . .this didn't start until after I lost 40 lbs.!). And all I can think of is, gosh, I would love to talk to my Mom. She knew.
Still have a Mom around? Give her a call. Don't tell her about what you are up to--ask her what is new in her life and then LISTEN when she tells you. I can absolutely guarantee you that one day you will wish you could. Trust me.