JUDE I AM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HEAR FROM YOU! YOU HAVE BEEN IN MY THOUGHTS.
JANE/SPLENDORA TX
In a message dated 11/30/2010 2:11:18 A.M. Central Standard Time,
[email protected] writes:
Hello Group,
This is Judy Hoops (Jude) and it has been quite a while since I have
written to the site. No reason why, except that maybe I needed a break from
all
of the talk of the “blusey” side of the disease. I try to maintain a
positive attitude, but since the death of my best TM friend, Pam Montz, I
needed a long break before I could once more become an active participant of
the group like I used to be.
For new members, I have had TM for somewhat more than eight years, can’t
recall due to memory dysfunction, and other related symptoms of TM, for one
being a difficulty in typing, where I used to be a whiz...maybe just a
matter of continuing to do it on a regular basis. I am paralyzed from T3
(breast level with the use of my arms, Thank God.) I have horrible continuous
pain from T3 on the Spinal Column to the tips of my toes. I am not able to
walk, use a wheelchair to get around and spend a lot of time in bed just
because of laziness.
We have no children and do not have a large social group and no family to
speak of. My husband wanted property so we moved out of our living area
where we had resided forever, to a small, and I mean “small” village where
we have 5 acres and a nice two story home, which we bought before I became
ill. Now, the house makes no sense whatsoever and I am able to use only a
small portion of it; my bedroom, which used to be the den, the
kitchen/dining area and living room. I have spent so long in my bedroom that
I have
forgotten what the rest of the house looks like. It’s either that or the
memory difficulties which I just two days ago began taking meds to, hopefully,
reverse the dysfunction.
OK, that’s all I can muster for my first time back. What’s going on with
all of my old friends? Let me know.
I love you all,
Jude
Anyway, I make use of the three rooms, but my husband does all of the
cooking and eats in my room with me, and he takes care of all of the remaining
household chores that I cannot do because of the constant intense pain I
experience 24/7. I have pain meds, but hate to take them because they turn
me into a “zombie” and it affects most of my “normal” human existence, as
it is. Most of you know what I mean, the rest of you will catch on the
longer you have TM and continue to read these excerpts.
