…And Then …

Realizing that something was missing in my life, I started searching and researching again. I didn't have Osteoporosis, but I kept getting sick and I was constantly on antibiotics. Because I was on antibiotics so much, I had to be on strong ones and always for at least for 3 to 4 weeks. I absolutely hated it. I drank a lot of tea and pop or some people call it soda. I didn't drink that much water. I was on a really good vitamin regimen and the guy I was getting them from was trying to help me figure out what was wrong.  

This continued for several years. My beautiful Granddaughter was born and my wonderful Grandson was born with the greatest brown eyes that just melt my heart. I babysat them when I could but it was hard and I often had to cancel at the last moment which didn't go over well, as you might imagine. 

Then my complex chronic migraines started and my neck froze in one position, forward. I simply couldn't move it at all. The Neurologist gave me a shot in the back of the head without explaining what he was going to do and I thought I was going to pee my pants. It did nothing. He sent me to Physical Therapy and that didn't do any good. Then, he put me on 2 very strong medications that should not have been given to me outside of the surgery room, or at least a hospital setting. One was Versed which is a drug they give you during surgery so that you will forget everything that happens during surgery and the other I forget because I was on Versed. I had to write down when I took it because otherwise it would have been too easy to overdose on those. I was also taking advil. None of it worked. I was supposed to be babysitting at the time, but the kids were babysitting me. When it was time to  eat, I had to be woken up. My Grandson would poke me in the nose and say 'Nana, nana, nana' and I would wake up and then he would poke me in the nose and say 'Nana, nana, nana' chew and I would chew. Then he would poke me in the nose and say 'Nana, nana, nana' swallow and I would swallow. That is how I would eat and the same would happen when I drank something. 

This went on for a time, then I went to physical therapy, well someone drove me, as you might imagine I didn't feel like I was safe to drive. Physical therapy said that they didn't feel like they were making any progress, so they were dismissing me. I was shocked. My next appointment with the Doctor, I was going to complain to the Doctor but his office called and said they were dismissing me as their patient because they felt that I was just using them for drugs. I couldn't believe they both dismissed me on the same day and I still couldn't move my head and my head hurt so bad I couldn't think. When Bob came home, I was crying. To say he was angry is an understatement.

Cecil was pregnant and it was getting close to her time and she was having a lot of pain. She wanted me out there. She lived in Washington State at that time and worked at a Christian All-Year Camp. She loved it. It is where she met her husband Z. So, I called her Neurologist and made an appointment and through them made an appointment with Physical Therapy and Massage Therapy which was in the same place. My Granddaughter was so upset about me flying in the condition I was in, that she called Cecil and explained everything that was happening and how I was behaving. She said she didn't think I was safe flying by myself. Everyone was consulted and it was decided I was going to be okay if I told the airline attendant what was going on with me. So that is what I did. I don't even remember the trip.

When I got off the plane, there was a wheelchair waiting for me. He took me to get my luggage and there were my Cecil and Z waiting for me. They could not believe how bad I looked. I kept saying I don't feel good, I need to eat. Over and over and over again. Well as it turns out, in the airport while waiting for the plane, I was sitting next to a woman who had a security dog. She had Epilepsy. The dog had been sleeping on the floor and I had been playing games on my phone, when all of the sudden I noticed the dog's ears perked straight up and he looked straight at me. I quit playing my game and looked at the dog and the woman next to me quit talking to her companion and looked at me. The dog sat up and put his paw on my knee and then his head on his paw. I said 'Hello' and the woman asked if I had Diabetes and I told I did and asked her why. She said the dog was giving the signal for low blood sugar and that I needed to get something to eat NOW. She took my hand and the dog walked between us right by my knee. She took me to a smoothie shop and bought me a smoothie. I drank the whole thing. Now that would normally be okay, except I'm allergic to milk and I wasn't alert enough to realize smoothies were made with milk. After we got to Cecil's house, she put me to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Two days later, we went to the Neurologist. He took one look at the medicines that I was given, swore like a sailor, and threw them in the garbage. He asked what kind of Doctor gave you them. I told him and he said never again. So he gave me shots to give myself, but all they did was stop me from vomiting. Then I started the two therapies. Can I say, I have never had massages like the ones I have had like the ones there? Two hour massages that actually put me to sleep. She would massage my entire body, well not my privates, she also concentrated on my shoulders, back, neck, and my head. She would say 'your neck and head are so tight and stiff.' I loved it when she gave my head massages. She didn't use oils, but she used lots of lotions. Whenever I am back in Washington I go back for Massages. Between the physical therapy and massage therapy, they unfroze my neck, thank the Good Lord! Sometimes I still do the exercises and I really need to do them more!!!! It is unlocked though and I am very happy!

When I got off the plane, there was a wheelchair waiting for me. He took me to get my luggage and there were my Cecil and Z waiting for me. They could not believe how bad I looked. I kept saying I don't feel good, I need to eat. Over and over and over again. Well as it turns out, in the airport while waiting for the plane, I was sitting next to a woman who had a security dog. She had Epilepsy. The dog had been sleeping on the floor and I had been playing games on my phone, when all of the sudden I noticed the dog's ears perked straight up and he looked straight at me. I quit playing my game and looked at the dog and the woman next to me quit talking to her companion and looked at me. The dog sat up and put his paw on my knee and then his head on his paw. I said 'Hello' and the woman asked if I had Diabetes and I told I did and asked her why. She said the dog was giving the signal for low blood sugar and that I needed to get something to eat NOW. She took my hand and the dog walked between us right by my knee. She took me to a smoothie shop and bought me a smoothie. I drank the whole thing. Now that would normally be okay, except I'm allergic to milk and I wasn't alert enough to realize smoothies were made with milk. After we got to Cecil's house, she put me to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Two days later, we went to the Neurologist. He took one look at the medicines that I was given, swore like a sailor, and threw them in the garbage. He asked what kind of Doctor gave you them. I told him and he said never again. So he gave me shots to give myself, but all they did was stop me from vomiting. Then I started the two therapies. Can I say, I have never had massages like the ones I have had like the ones there? Two hour massages that actually put me to sleep. She would massage my entire body, well not my privates, she also concentrated on my shoulders, back, neck, and my head. She would say 'your neck and head are so tight and stiff.' I loved it when she gave my head massages. She didn't use oils, but she used lots of lotions. Whenever I am back in Washington I go back for Massages. Between the physical therapy and massage therapy, they unfroze my neck, thank the Good Lord! Sometimes I still do the exercises and I really need to do them more!!!! It is unlocked though and I am very happy!

Cecil was really in a lot of pain. More than she should have been and I really didn't like it, so I went to her next Drs appt with her. She knew she was going to have a little boy and he was giving her trouble. Cecil didn't tell her Dr she was in pain, so I said 'don't you have something else you want to talk to her about?' She said 'no Mom, it's normal I'm sure.' I told her it wasn't and so I looked at the Dr. myself and told her that my Cecil was in a lot of pain. She asked my Cecil how high her pain level was and when she said 9, the Dr. told her to lay down again. She did something to help her go into Labor.

She went to the maternity ward about 3 times before I finally would not allow them to send her home. She wanted to do labor naturally, but with her active endometriosis the pain was just too bad and between the nurse, her best friend and myself, she finally agreed to an epidural. Finally, her little red-headed baby arrived and Z and I were there to help with the whole thing. Everyone kept trying to get me to sit down, but even though I was in pain, this was something I was not going to miss. I am so glad I was there. It truly was a miracle! 

The Doctor put my little Grandson, Kins, on Cecil's tummy and he wiggled his way up to her chin. He never cried until they took him away from her to weigh him, clean him up, get his foot print and all that stuff that they have to do. As soon as they put him back on her, he stopped crying. She tried nursing him, but he was too tired. So the nurse put him in the little bed and Cecil went sound to sleep. Kins got cranky, so I picked him up and put him under my chin and he settled right down and then I started humming and we have had a close relationship to this day. 

Two weeks later, Bob came to meet Kins. He had been out there for about 3 days when he said, let's go for a drive and get everyone out of the apartment for a while. So we bundled little Kins up and headed out to the van. My migraine was still really bad so I had on a floppy hat, sunglasses and my eyes were at half mast. I was walking very carefully with a cane.

All of the sudden, a woman came running out of one of the lower apartments and came to a halt right in front of me. She looked like a hippie, she calls herself a gypsy. 'You have a migraine don't you' I just stared. 'I can help you if you will let me.' I thought to myself, sure no one else can, but to her I said 'Ok.' So, she said 'don't go away, I'll be right back.' When she returned, she had a box with some little bottles. I had no idea what she had. She was also talking on the phone. She asked if she could put 'these' on me. I said sure although I didn't know what these were. Then she put some 'drops' in the palm of one hand and had me rub my hand together and then breath together. 'Have a nice drive.' I said, 'that's it?' She said 'yep, let me know how you feel when you get back.' So we took off. Ten minutes later, my complex chronic migraine that no one had been able to touch that I had had for months, was completely gone. I felt like little scrubbing bubbles were cleaning my brain and my whole body was relaxing. It was truly amazing. When we got back I told her my experience and told her I wanted a gallon of whatever it was. She told me she has used doTERRA Essential Oils on me.

Deb Lundquist
 

After 18 years of living with this as a roommate, I feel I know Fibromyalgia well. Now, it is my passion to help people with Fibromyalgia and chronic pain take back control of their lives.