When You Are Frustrated with Healthcare Professionals

When I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, the rheumatologist (who I never saw again) told me that fibromyalgia was related to being a perfectionist, and that I needed to exercise. And that was it. That was all that his many years of training and experience could bring him to say.

When I told a family member (who shall remain unnamed) that I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia (just like his sister had), my unnamed family member replied with, “She’s crazy!” (meaning, the sister, of course, but implying that those with this diagnosis are crazy). Again, he was a healthcare professional.

Now, before I go any further, I should tell you that I am also a healthcare professional, a bachelor-prepared registered nurse of twenty-five years. I was taught that nurses are healthcare advocates for their patients. I took a Florence Nightengale pledge to care for my patients compassionately and be their advocate. I take this very seriously.

I choose to believe that all healthcare professionals go into the field of medicine to help people. We all take a pledge when we graduate. Yet when I got out of nursing school, I was surprised to find that so many doctors and nurses are what I call “jaded.” They have become burnt out in patient care and become immune to people with pain or other illnesses they cannot understand. They have worked a long time (most of them), and are just trying to get through their unbelievably crazy shift.

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When It Hurts Too Much

When we think of “sad,” we think of tragedies happening, people dying, hope being lost. I want to tell you a story about a different kind of sad, perhaps the most tragic of all, which is found in Matthew 8: 28-34 in the Bible. Bear with me as we explore a story of sadness on our journey of hope.
In this story, Jesus goes to a place called the “region of the Gadarenes.” I confess, I don’t know much about this place, but I do know that there were two demon-possessed men who immediately came out to taunt Jesus. They knew who Jesus was and asked why He was there, “to torture us before God’s appointed time?
They knew Jesus had power over them and that He was going to order them out of the two men’s bodies, so they begged Him to send them into some pigs nearby. Jesus did so, and the demons caused the pigs to run away, plunging to their death over a steep hillside and into a lake.
You would think this is a good thing. You would think that the people would be celebrating the release of two men who are now free of demon-possession. You would think the people would beg Jesus for more of His healing power.
But not these people. Instead, they begged Jesus to go away and leave them alone.
And I asked myself, “Do I ever do that?

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When You Need Help to Persevere

If you are human, then at some point in your life you have probably asked the four words, “Is it worth it?”

Is this marriage worth it with all its difficulties?

Is this job worth it with all the stress?

Is this friendship worth it with all the drama?

Is this ministry worth it with all it takes out of me?

Is finishing school worth it with all the work involved?

Is this treatment worth it with all the side effects?

Is this life with chronic illness worth it if nothing ever changes for the better?

And it is when we are faced with those questions, that pain and fatigue scream at us a resounding, “NO!”

What do you do when you are in this situation?

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When You Want to Quit

When you live with chronic pain, every day your body screams “QUIT!” How do you manage to keep going despite the pain, fatigue, and discouragements that threaten to overwhelm both body and soul? Continuing to put one foot in front of the other when experiencing daily pain and exhaustion is not easy, but it is possible when you adopt thoughts, attitudes, and habits that help you cope instead of quit.

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When You Are Suffering

I am so thankful that my friend, Barbara Robbins, is allowing me to share her story on my blog today. I hope you are as blessed by it as I was by her beautiful perspective on walking in wisdom in the midst of suffering. 

HOPE & LIGHT

It was December 1975. We had recently moved to Throckmorton, Texas, a small town jokingly referred to as “seventy miles out of your way on the way to anywhere,” to work with a ministry there. Mitch and I were deeply in love, and about eighteen months earlier God had graciously given us our first child, a precious little girl we had named Teresa. As I watched our daughter toddle around the room, my heart was full and the future looked bright.

On this cold day in December, Mitch’s boss had asked him to run an errand for him. Using his boss’s truck, he was to go to Fort Worth to pick up some carpet for a house they were remodeling. Mitch decided to make it a family outing and take Teresa and me along. We had some dear friends in Fort Worth, and our plan was to pick up the…

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