It’s hard to know how to begin or even what I want to say. All was moving along swimmingly that summer. Duncan and I had had a string of good luck; cruises to the
Looking back, I had been more tired than usual, but having lived with tiredness for so long, I didn’t really think much of it. Mothers are tired most of the time, aren’t they? I also hadn’t been gaining any weight no matter what I was eating which I thought was pretty cool given that I was approaching 40 and my sisters and Mom are always struggling with weight. For some reason it didn’t occur to me that that should have been a red flag for me especially since I had always struggled with weight, too. But, ever since my now ex-husband told me that he was leaving me way back in September of 2002, I hadn’t had a weight problem. As a matter of fact, that was the first time that stress didn’t make me eat. Instead, I had no appetite whatsoever during that time and dropped 10 pounds by the Christmas of that year. It was an extra 10 pounds granted and I had been struggling to get rid of it for years so it didn’t make me too thin, it just put me where I had wanted to be. It shouldn’t have been that easy, though.
I was raised in a family that didn’t complain about minor aches and pains. Unless I was running a raging fever, I always went to school. I gave birth to a baby girl without any pain medication. I had been living with lupus (SLE) since 1989 and usually had some ache or pain somewhere in my body; big deal, life goes on...right?
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