Accepting PN
Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 3:14 am
5 years ago, I was diagnosed with pudendal neuralgia. This seemed to be the final nail in the coffin of the life I believed was mine by rights. After all, I'd lived with 20+ years of chronic pain (fibromyalgia, etc.), fighting to be the best mother, wife, student, teacher I could be under very challenging circumstances.
I struggled with the diagnosis. I understood and accepted it, but I could not accept that I would remain debilitated. I did everything I was brave enough to do (a range of medications, physical therapy, chiropractor, energy work, acupuncture, pudendal nerve block, among other things).
Even though I read many people's stories, I felt certain I would be the exception. I would get better. I would not be on the couch for years and years, grateful for the good days, staying positive, etc. I had plans. I'd struggled so many hard years, my career was finally on track in spite of everything I'd been through. PN was just another mountain I would climb with determination.
I moved to California to be treated at PHRC. After 18 months, I was able to do so much more. I went from ability to be upright for 45 min a day (sitting 5 min at a time) to 4-5 hours/day (w 30 min of sitting before feeling distress)! It was amazing.
With new medication, gentle movement, meditation, a healthy diet and a heart full of hope, I pressed on. I even took a job! Unfortunately, after a few months, it was beyond obviously a mistake. It was clear that I reached my peak and on top of mountain was not a place I could remain. It's not even a place I get to visit often. Now, an hour sit requires planning and increase in meds. Through out the day I'm upright maybe a total of 3 hours before I'm nursing a scream.
I'm proud of what I was able to accomplish in the past 3 years--taking a chance to move my family back to California after 10 years in the Midwest, finishing an important project (truly crawling and being pushed & dragged across the finish line) and a great opportunity to work part-time for over a year.
It was an amazing and terrible adventure. My husband and children made enormous sacrifices for me. And all the while, I was believing that I was going to get better. This was the great turnaround! Only it wasn't.
I'm back in the Midwest. I'm facing the not-a-turnaround. I know it wasn't a waste of time. There are many great blessings despite the hard times. And I'm lying in bed or on the couch. Keeping my up time to a minimum. Dealing with constant pain, and pelvic pain (in all it's many guises) worst of all.
I've reached a level of depression that is steady and appropriate. I've run out of hope, but not hopeless. I have no more big ideas, no more schemes, no more dreams. I have always been the gal with a plan. Whatever the obstacle, whatever the problem, I always certain there was a way and I'd find it. No longer.
I've finally accepted the death of my care after 20 years of holding on by my fingernails. My friends have moved on, though I know they love me. I give all I have to my husband and children, but I haven't much.
I can no longer afford the classes and groups that were a vital part of my support network. I don't have the heart to do yoga by myself. I don't want to do anything but try to distract myself from the many problems I don't know how to manage. By and large, I avoid facing my own life.
Outside of my immediate family, I rarely speak with anyone. I don't even go on Facebook unless my kids insist I see some relatives posted pictures of the wedding or the new baby or whatever.
A concerned friend asked if I could find a group online. And then I remembered PNHope. So this is my stab at affirming my not-aloneness, my shared sojourn through chronic, debilitating, life-altering pain.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for participating in this group and writing about your ideas, experiences, info and questions. Five years ago, it felt overwhelming and often left me feeling worried. I was so desperate to hear what I wanted to hear.
After having lived with chronic pain 20 years before PN, I was sick of medications and methods. I just wanted someone to tell me it was going to be okay. But it's not always okay. And that's a fact.
My hope is that I can come back from the place I now find myself in emotionally. I hope I can once again make the most of my life and revive a sense of purpose and connection. I don't know if that is possible through this forum, but this is my start.
Again, thank you for reading and bearing witness.
Kindly,
faithwalker
I struggled with the diagnosis. I understood and accepted it, but I could not accept that I would remain debilitated. I did everything I was brave enough to do (a range of medications, physical therapy, chiropractor, energy work, acupuncture, pudendal nerve block, among other things).
Even though I read many people's stories, I felt certain I would be the exception. I would get better. I would not be on the couch for years and years, grateful for the good days, staying positive, etc. I had plans. I'd struggled so many hard years, my career was finally on track in spite of everything I'd been through. PN was just another mountain I would climb with determination.
I moved to California to be treated at PHRC. After 18 months, I was able to do so much more. I went from ability to be upright for 45 min a day (sitting 5 min at a time) to 4-5 hours/day (w 30 min of sitting before feeling distress)! It was amazing.
With new medication, gentle movement, meditation, a healthy diet and a heart full of hope, I pressed on. I even took a job! Unfortunately, after a few months, it was beyond obviously a mistake. It was clear that I reached my peak and on top of mountain was not a place I could remain. It's not even a place I get to visit often. Now, an hour sit requires planning and increase in meds. Through out the day I'm upright maybe a total of 3 hours before I'm nursing a scream.
I'm proud of what I was able to accomplish in the past 3 years--taking a chance to move my family back to California after 10 years in the Midwest, finishing an important project (truly crawling and being pushed & dragged across the finish line) and a great opportunity to work part-time for over a year.
It was an amazing and terrible adventure. My husband and children made enormous sacrifices for me. And all the while, I was believing that I was going to get better. This was the great turnaround! Only it wasn't.
I'm back in the Midwest. I'm facing the not-a-turnaround. I know it wasn't a waste of time. There are many great blessings despite the hard times. And I'm lying in bed or on the couch. Keeping my up time to a minimum. Dealing with constant pain, and pelvic pain (in all it's many guises) worst of all.
I've reached a level of depression that is steady and appropriate. I've run out of hope, but not hopeless. I have no more big ideas, no more schemes, no more dreams. I have always been the gal with a plan. Whatever the obstacle, whatever the problem, I always certain there was a way and I'd find it. No longer.
I've finally accepted the death of my care after 20 years of holding on by my fingernails. My friends have moved on, though I know they love me. I give all I have to my husband and children, but I haven't much.
I can no longer afford the classes and groups that were a vital part of my support network. I don't have the heart to do yoga by myself. I don't want to do anything but try to distract myself from the many problems I don't know how to manage. By and large, I avoid facing my own life.
Outside of my immediate family, I rarely speak with anyone. I don't even go on Facebook unless my kids insist I see some relatives posted pictures of the wedding or the new baby or whatever.
A concerned friend asked if I could find a group online. And then I remembered PNHope. So this is my stab at affirming my not-aloneness, my shared sojourn through chronic, debilitating, life-altering pain.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for participating in this group and writing about your ideas, experiences, info and questions. Five years ago, it felt overwhelming and often left me feeling worried. I was so desperate to hear what I wanted to hear.
After having lived with chronic pain 20 years before PN, I was sick of medications and methods. I just wanted someone to tell me it was going to be okay. But it's not always okay. And that's a fact.
My hope is that I can come back from the place I now find myself in emotionally. I hope I can once again make the most of my life and revive a sense of purpose and connection. I don't know if that is possible through this forum, but this is my start.
Again, thank you for reading and bearing witness.
Kindly,
faithwalker