Answer to "The Thief of Many Lives"

Discussion in 'Fibromyalgia Main Forum' started by diamondlin, Jan 14, 2003.

  1. diamondlin

    diamondlin New Member

    Irecently read a story called "The Thief of Many Lives" I am reprinting it below and following it I am printing what I believe is a very POWERFUL answer to the Thief - Enjoy

    "The Thief of Many Lives"

    I am constantly on the prowl in search of new victims. I do not discriminate — health care workers, teachers, students, airline personnel, teens, moms, dads, and innocent children are my prey. If you are dynamic and have a lust for life, I will seek you out, and I will find you.
    Just when you are at the peak of your endeavours, climbing that career ladder or building your family and home, I will find you. There is nothing that you have in your life today that I am not capable of destroying tomorrow — your career, your education, your goals, your dreams, your family, and your life. I will have it all. I will strip you of your ability to function at any level above minimal, and from this day on you will refer to that minimal as a "good day."
    I have the ability to create an invalid out of you overnight, and I will. It will take a marathon effort for you just to get out of bed. At a cellular level your immune system will be in a constant war battling itself and unnamed viruses, which will painfully be replicating in your brain. I promise you, I will bring you despair along with pain, isolation and losses far beyond what you can ever imagine.
    Your mind will be in a constant "fogged" state, your expression will be unable to express, and your eyes will have a noticeable "glazed over/drugged out" look. You will find it most difficult to pay attention, concentrate, or even process the simplest of thoughts. Making change from a dollar may well be beyond your ability now. Your mouth may feel like it is full of marbles when you try to speak, as your tongue twists and nothing you try to say comes out right. Who would believe your level of education when you can't even string enough words together to make a complete sentence ... or one that makes any sense for that matter.
    I promise, I will bring you at any unsuspecting time, severe abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting and dirrheah along with a host of gastro-intestinal disorders. I will make you weak and lifeless as one could be without being confirmed dead.
    You will be housebound or in bed for several years if not the rest of your life. As part of incapacitating you, I will make your heart race and your head pound; your throat will constantly be sore and your lymph glands will swell. That will all seem trivial after I inflame and spasm muscles throughout your body. Crushing a grape between your fingers may take too much energy or be too painful now.
    On those nights that I allow you to sleep, you will awaken drenched with sweat or throbbing with pain. Perhaps I might even throw in a little seizure activity. On those nights that I do not allow sleep to occur; I will torture you with thoughts of death.... Not suicide, but death. Simply because you have not come to realize that this is your new life, and that you are not living. You will need to re-create your being every day, as every day I will bring you unpredicted symptoms and suffering.
    I have also done a few things that you may not be aware of yet. I placed some lesions on your brain (have you noticed how you have difficulty with balance and memory yet?) and I have permanently altered your immune system. I have shorted out your nervous system so that you have intermittent numbness and tingling, which might resemble an electrical current zapping you from time to time. This is called neuropathy. Nope, it’s not curable either!
    Now I have you. I have taken over your body and mind. I have stolen your life but left you alive, not very functional, but by clinical definition you are still alive.
    Your family will not be able to give you all the constant care that you need on a daily basis. As for your friends, well, they're still on that ladder climbing up. Rest assured, I am looking for them too. By now, chances are good that most of your family and friends have abandoned you, so you must have learned the definition of isolation. This newfound isolation will save you from having to explain how sick you really are to others, they won't understand anyway. Isolation will save you all that energy.
    Your health insurance has already been or will shortly be discontinued as you lost your job from not being able to "keep up". Perhaps you got caught dozing off or called in sick one too many times. Now that you are no longer employable or insurable, when you seek medical care, any medical professional that figures me out will diagnose you and say that what you have is presently not curable.
    Now it is time for you to seek out medical care, nation if not worldwide. However, most so called medical professionals will not even have the ability to recognize me when they see me, as they have not learned about me in medical school. So, chances are good that you will be misdiagnosed. You will give more blood samples and have more examinations than you ever imagined existed. Then you can take the results to dozens of doctors in search of a diagnosis. One that is valid as well as socially and medically acceptable. One that does not label you as depressed or say that "it is all in your head!!!" Most doctors will suggest a vacation, weight loss diet, new or increased love life, help with the children, or change of scenery as the "cure," mainly because you may look like the picture of health. This is my mask of deception.
    You will pray for a positive word from current research. Research, which you will soon learn, is quite limited due to lack of funding and government support. You will learn new vocabulary which contains words like: T-Cells, Cytokines, Nuclear Antigens, Natural Killer Cells, Immunoglobulins, Cytomegalovirus, Serotonin, Cerebral lesions, and Immune Dysfunction are among a few. However the most important words that you will need to know and fight for are Social Security Disability and Medicare.
    At one point I may give you a false sense of recovery or remission. Let me assure you, I will be back, as you are my prisoner and that makes me your keeper. I have placed the lives of millions of people nationwide in limbo; I continue to do the same worldwide. I would consider this an epidemic, wouldn't you?
    Eventually I will bring the government, health care workers, and society to its knees in search of unravelling my complexities, which are crippling humanity. I leave it up to you, my victims, and your caretakers, to educate the public and let them know that I am very real and that you are very sick. Unfortunately, I have been given a totally ridiculous name, which will make your job even more difficult. Until that name is changed, I am…


    "To that so called taker of mind and spirit - Fibromyalgia"

    Your words don't scare me - I have what you will never will possess - Faith and hope. Faith in the good Lord, who is the master over heaven and earth and the one that is, yes, your master -Satan. You see, my Lord has given this same power to me, to rebuke those things that cause me pain and suffering in his name. And here is where my faith comes in - I know it's all in his time - not mine. Even though you may try your best to deter me from this truth, with all those horrible things you just mentioned, I know my healing has already taken place. I just have to wait on the Lord - and I will. In the meantime, he has given me family, friends and doctors to help me cope until that day comes. He sustains me with hope, that like a seed, he planted in my heart and which will bloom into a full recovery. He told me to rest in his loving arms, his arms which take the shape of my mother, father, husband, sister and all who love me. I haven't been abandoned - just the opposite. You, with your wicked ways,have actually made me realize how much all these people love me, how much they care how I feel. I know they can't really know how sick I feel - but they try and in a small way - just by their trying, they bring joy to my heart. Do what you want - I know the truth - some day you will have no power over me or those like me. Some day, something as tiny as a pill will make you disappear from the face of this earth, like a wisp of smoke in the breeze, never again to rob or steal or take what doesn't belong to you. As for me I have the faith and hope in the Lord.

  2. sofy

    sofy New Member

    I would not have written the same words but at last someone has poked a hole in that awful "poooooooooor me" essay. If we all sounded like that no wonder the world thinks we are all a bunch of winers who arent really sick except in the head. Bad stuff happens in life but we are not victims of an evil stocker.