Prisoner of my betraying body…

I imagine, that people who get cancer and I have known my fair share that have… I imagine they feel like their body betrayed them when they were told it was cancer hurting them…

I also imagine those who are given the label of MS or Parkinson or the long list of other neurological diseases feel the same… 

I can imagine only because since 1978, when my symptoms became evident… I got literally no place in the military health care system… Vietnam was over when I entered and we were not at war, so our medical staff was being replace with fresh face residents out of medical school… much like the VA system now, tied with teaching establishments… which is a good thing…

When you are lied to by those medical staff and yes it happened… the cover up of the rape and attempted murder of my children was more important than my career… I was naive and very ignorant at the time… I was also unaware of all that I had been put through and the military covered it up, when I was a child… it happens… It’s not the organizations that are corrupt, but the very people running them… Look at the President… the dude is the most corrupt man and peeps are still fawning over the idiot…

When I say I am a prisoner of my own body… I stand inside the air condition comfort and watch thru the windows as my husband does my chores outside… I can’t tolerate the heat right now… it’s happened many times before… it’s just worse than before… and last longer…

When my body betrays me and I become locked in my home… I can expect a reprieve from the symptoms… it can last a year or longer or it can last 6 months… either way… I know that what I am going thru is a pattern that I recognize and I know that I should bounce back soon… If I don’t, then all I have done to keep the illness under control is lost and I have to hope they come up with something else that will work to give me quality of life…

It is frustrating when your body betrays you and you are an active person… its been a lifestyle change that was forced on me at the age of 6… I am just hoping that this round of symptoms back off when the fall gets to Hawaii… Now you understand why we are moving home to eastern Washington… I need those seasonal temperature changes so I can live outside my home… Neuropathy is a pain… I quit fighting it, now I try to work with it… Frankly, I have no other choice….

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Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....