lifewithchronicpain

Lately strength has been difficult for me to find. Life has thrown me so many curve balls, and they keep nailing me in the face and abdomen every single time. Why? Why does it have to happen all at once? Why does it have to happen to me every time? It is not fair and I simply want to give up.
When life gets like this and I think I can't handle anymore I always prove to myself that I can. I fight the battles with strength and tears and I always end out on top. I show myself just how strong I actually am. It is never easy I have multiple break downs, but I always end out on top. I always end up stronger than I was before.
This mountain has me thinking back to my first mountain I had to climb. The diagnosis. When I was going through my diagnosis I was seen by 6 different specialist before we found the right one. I was told that I did not have Hereditary Angioedema even though I had all of the symptoms and a strong family history. I was called crazy, told it was all in my head, and that there was nothing wrong with me. I felt like I would never get the diagnosis that I so desperately needed. After a year and a half of this I finally received the magic words I dreamed of hearing, "you have Hereditary Angioedema". Dreaming of getting a diagnosis seems silly, but when you have something incredibly wrong with you it is needed. 
That was just one mountain I had to climb to get to where I am now. It was rocky, I slid down a few times, but I never gave up. I kept fighting and I still fight for myself everyday. I fight for my health, meds, and treatments I need. The mountain that I am facing now is a big hurdle. It is taking so much energy out of my fight, but I am not going to give up. I will find the strength I need, and I will win. 
Once I get over this mountain it will be another memory that I can look back on. I can look back and see how far I have come, and how strong I really am. I will continue on my journey and keep pushing through whatever life has for me.
xoxo--Brittney

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I can't do a lot of house work anymore, I turn 40 next year and I never imagined it would be this bad. I can't clean like I want my house clean, can't stand too long, or bend over and collect things off the floor. I am lucky, I do have a carer - my husband does most of the work. I have worked out however: If i give myself only the time it takes to boil a newly filled kettle, to pick up rubbish, wipe a bench, load some dishes, then I am doing something. It is not much, but in that time I can contribute to cleaning. I can do something towards helping with the upkeep in my house. It makes a difference to me emotionally to sit down at the end of the day and know I have done something. #lifewithchronicpain #hopeinsmallplaces