Good afternoon friends and family. I have come to the point that I am going public with this. So here goes, So I went for 3rd opinion on my cervical spine yesterday. All 3 agree that I need surgery to prevent paralysis, I have time, only God knows how long, and I will never be able to have the surgery to "fix" that because I will not survive the surgery. I do not have enough lungs to be weaned off intubation. I started crying, I asked for a referral for a psychiatrist because I need someone to talk to besides you, the dictator, the people at the market that have gotten close to me the last 2 years assisting me shop, the neighbors that keep crying when they see me. I was told no, I am not depressed it is a perfectly normal reaction. I came home and spent hours on the phone, trying to get more conclusive tests run that will show what part of my body is going to be paralyzed and asked 2 more drs to please refer me for counseling. I was told no, I do not need it, I am not depressed, I am normal, and I am getting overwhelmed again. I do not want pity, I want love, real love, like you have given me ~~ I love you ~~"over·whelm transitive verb ˌō-vər-ˈhwelm, -ˈwelm : to affect (someone) very strongly : to cause (someone) to have too many things to deal with : to defeat (someone or something) completely " ... and that is what overwhelmed means ....... I did good with my life, I was given a second chance 2 years ago, I found 3 natural brothers in those years and none of us knew each other existed. I have a niece of one of those brothers who is grateful for me spending my time that way as she believes I have saved one or more of their lives with my honesty about my medical conditions PLURAL I have more than one disability. It is up to GOD when we I am called home. I am not stopping treatment, I am just stating the cold, hard facts. I have lived like a porcelain doll over 2 years. I can show you my medical records, you want to see them? They are not pretty my dear friends, I am deteriorating. I all ready lost function of my left arm and hand twice and the last time, in March it took my left lung out with it. We are trying to find a way to keep that from happening again without killing me and some way to keep me out of pain ~~ I Love you do not ever forget me, I want my name Jeanne Cecile McNutt talked about for hundreds of years, the little baby who found her way home to help them and love them unconditionally ~~ Jeanne aka Sherry
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 19:47:30 +0000
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