
It is that time again. The end of another year is fast approaching, and a lot of folks are probably making New Year’s resolutions but not me. Fibromyalgia controls my life. For example, my husband and I were supposed to spend Christmas with our relatives in San Antonio. From there, I hoped to visit my family in Brownsville. Unfortunately, two days before Christmas, something happened to my right hip. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t take a step. (I can only imagine how Lady Gaga, who has fibromyalgia, must’ve felt when she fell on the stage during one of her performances.) Anyway, my husband brought me my walker, and I gradually made it to the bedroom, squawking from pain each time I took a step, to lie down with hot packs that he strategically placed around my hips. Needless to say, we canceled our trip.
Regarding of how I feel, I will continue writing. I will use every minute, wisely. Quitting is not my style. With God’s help, I will finish my children’s book and illustrations, and even if I didn’t get to see my sister, who is exhibiting signs of dementia, I know that I will see her next year and that she will be okay because God is taking care of her.
Twenty nineteen hasn’t been very kind to us. My husband experienced some serious medical problems, but he is a private individual, and I cannot elaborate on his ailments. I, on the other hand, am very outspoken when it comes to discussing my medical condition.
In addition to our medical problems, our beloved Kitty, Klyban, was diagnosed with lymphoma. He passed away June 26. He was being treated by an oncologist who did not listen to us. He was just supposed to see Klyban for a checkup, but he went ahead and gave him chemo. He was supposed to call us but didn’t. In my estimation, the doctor killed our Kitty. I say this because we had a rescue cat a few years ago that also had lymphoma, but he was treated with prednisone and enjoyed a happy life for a year.
There are more unpleasant things that happened to us, but I don’t want to bore you with negative thoughts. New Year’s Eve is meant to be a happy occasion. And I am more than happy to leave 2019 behind. Regardless, of the year, I am always thankful that I am alive, and that my husband, our pets, and relatives are okay.
Happy 2020! May it be a wonderful one for you, your family, and ours.







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