Today Is M.E. Awareness Day

The Hub has M.E. and I had intended to write about it and him but – somewhat ironically – after the day I’ve had, I’m too tired to blog.

Instead, I will re-post last year’s article (which is actually a re-post from the year before, but nothing has changed so I don’t feel guilty), and ask you to spare a thought for people like the Hub, facing prejudice and disdain from those who believe he is too lazy to work, on his best days; and too lazy to get up, on his worst.

 

Today is International CFS/ME Day.

That’s a mouthful so, in layman’s terms: millions of people across the world suffer unexplained fatigue, excruciating pain, the stigma of being called ‘lazy’, and are generally considered too idle to work.

Please consider me sticking two fingers up at those who say my husband who, before he became ill, ran his own business, travelled all over sub-Saharan Africa, trained under-14s at football, was a qualified referee who covered as many as five games every Saturday, set up and ran the official MCFC Supporters Club of South Africa and occasionally came home to remind himself of what his family looked like, is lazy and too idle to work.  I don’t buy it.

I don’t know how much you know about ME but here’s a bit of info to get you started:

It has many names, including:

• Yuppie Flu
• Myalgic Encephalomyelitis
• Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
• Post-Viral Fatigue Syndrome

Fibromyalgia is similar but not exactly the same, though I can’t really tell you the difference; and I don’t think it matters to those who suffer from these dreadful and debilitating conditions.

It robs you of a meaningful life.

You will spend your time in a haze of pain, exhaustion and prejudice – because ‘you don’t look sick’.  Someone once said to the Hub, ‘I wish I had it; I could do with six months off work.’  Now that person does have it, and it’s been a lot longer than six months.  I don’t gloat over that because I wish nobody had it.

Symptoms vary from person to person.

That’s one of the reasons it’s so difficult to diagnose and treat.  It doesn’t help that many in the medical profession don’t believe it exists.  It took two years before the Hub was taken seriously by a doctor.  He would be in bed for weeks.  When he could drag himself to the doctor’s he would invariably be told to ‘take two paracetamol and go to bed.’  One doctor said he needed a psychiatrist.

When a doctor finally did take him seriously, it took many more months for him to be officially diagnosed: the only way to do it was to rule out anything else.  He has had every kind of scan, blood test, whatever, available on the NHS.  They were thorough, but what a waste of money.

Then, once diagnosed, you are left to get on with it because there is no cure.

A few of the symptoms:

• severe, debilitating and disabling fatigue
• poor concentration
• brain fog
• poor memory
• useless sleep i.e. you never feel refreshed
• muscle pain
• headaches
• migraines
• joint pain and inflammation
• swollen glands
• sore throat
• hot sweats
• cold sweats
• noise sensitivity
• light sensitivity
• anxiety
• insomnia
• too much sleep with no benefit
• short-lived paralysis
• numbness
• twitching muscles
• tinnitus
• blackouts
• depression
• feeling spaced out
• mood swings, particularly bad moods
• nausea
• IBS
• lack of temperature control
• allergies
• chest pain
• sinusitis 

This is not a complete list.

Not pleasant, is it?

So, if you know someone with CFS/ME or Fibromyalgia, please don’t take it personally when they cancel a long-standing date or seem fidgety and uncomfortable when you visit.  They simply don’t have the required energy.  If they live alone, offer to help with their shopping, take them to appointments, or anything else they might need.

Be nice.  Don’t judge until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes – you’ll have to do it, because they can’t walk a mile in any shoes.

And be careful yourself: slow down; don’t feel the need to do everything.  Believe me, M.E. can happen to anyone.

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An apology: I had intended to write a good-humoured piece that would send you on your way with a smile and hopefully leave you thinking a little about this illness.

I couldn’t do it.  The sufferer has all the suffering, but their loved ones have to stand by, helpless, watching as their lives go on hold.  I hate it.

The saddest thing he ever said to me was, ‘I never got to play football with my own children.’

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Two Useful Links:

If you need help claiming benefits: AfME Fact Sheet

From a convert to the cause: Daily Mail Article

 

Joke 780

Fishing for Youths (Photo credit: djwudi)

Far, far away, in the tropical waters of the Caribbean, two prawns were swimming around in the sea.  One was called Justin and the other was named Christian.

The prawns were constantly being harassed and threatened by sharks that inhabited the area.

Finally, one day, Justin said to Christian, “I’m fed up with being a prawn; I wish I was a shark, and then I wouldn’t have any worries about being eaten.”

A large, mysterious cod appeared and said, “Your wish is granted.”

Lo and behold, Justin turned into a shark.

Horrified, Christian immediately swam away, afraid of being eaten by his friend.

Time passed and Justin found life as a shark boring and lonely.  All his old mates simply swam away whenever he came close to them, because of his menacing appearance.

While swimming alone one day, he saw the mysterious cod again and he thought perhaps the mysterious fish could change him back.  He approached the cod and begged for help and, lo and behold, he found himself turned back into his former self.

With tears of joy in his tiny little eyes, Justin swam back to his friends and bought them all a cocktail.  Looking around the gathering at the reef, he realized he couldn’t see his old pal.

“Where’s Christian?” he asked.

“He’s at home, still distraught that his best friend changed sides to the enemy and became a shark,” he was told.

Eager to put things right, Justin went to find his friend.  He banged on the door and shouted, “It’s me, Justin, your old friend.  Come out and see me again.”

Christian replied, “No way, man, you’ll eat me. You’re a shark, the enemy, and I’ll not be tricked into being your dinner.”

Justin cried back, “No, I’m not. That was the old me.  I’ve changed!  I  found cod. I’m a prawn again, Christian.”

Thanks to Grannymar for this one!