Mood:
celebratoryNow Playing: Day 821-The Final Road To Survival
It didn't take much today to finally sway us on making the big decision to proceed ahead looking for houses out west. Most of my friends this evening also agreed that its time to start on a fresh slate. A new life and away from the stress of family so for once I can be me without being belittled, bashed, threatened and punished for being sick.
Thank goodness I got some solid sleep last night because this gal needed it! Eric also needed plenty of rest because he had a few last battles to attend this afternoon. Things have gotten so far out of hand with family that Eric had even offered to sit down with family and talk however no one wants to partake. Instead he got his job threatened for no reason other than asking family to help assist their family member-ME months ago and to quit causing me stress because it puts my health on the line. Sadly some specialists have decided it would be in the best interest for myself to seek legal help and then walk away. I also had started the process of moving on with my life last week because its clear to me I have no family. Some how among being sick the past 8.5 years something changed with the dynamics of family. Instead of supporting me I had become a punching bag. If I can't have others understand and especially after now two days of not being able to do treatment due to the relentless stress caused by family then how can my doctors continue their care as me being their patient? Answer today but two specialists.
"We can't."
So after once again trying one last attempt because its family and for some strange reason people always give family more than a million attempts I gave it one last shot. What happened? It not only blew up in my face but ended up getting once again no where. How many times can one touch a hot stove and get burned after being told the stove is on? PLENTY obviously when it comes to family. After putting my neck back on the chopping block and getting it once again cut off I decided to ask for another type of assistance but this time from local law enforcement. So...after another day of relentless stress there is now a no contact order so family can't continue going after family and I can get the health care (stress-free) and treatments going again that are needed in order for me to not get into medical trouble.
If anything "good" came out of this Freddy Kruger nightmare is I am BLESSED to be alive because as stated by a health professional this afternoon, "The stress could had killed you." AMEN! Now for once I can go back to writing about life with Gastroparesis and my NEW LIFE flying solo with Eric, my fur kids and all my amazing, kind, compassionate, loving and supportive friends who have always been like family to me. Thank you to those who have always had my back and to God who made me who I am today, "A FIGHTER."
