Life with Neuropathy

                                 Some call it Turkey Day because of the prominent position played by this succulent juicy bird. Others are thankful for the cornbread stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, homemade cranberry jelly, fresh rolls, and green bean casserole. But Thanksgiving is more than fabulous filling food.  Thanksgiving (and EVERY single other day!) is a time to give thanks and show gratitude to the many people who serve as our caregivers. Day in and day out...24-7...and definitely not just on holidays they are there for us. Truly. Even on our most difficult days. They see us when the pain is overwhelming. When we seem to have forgotten how to smile. When hope seems to hide.   And yet they are always there to listen, to help, to encourage and to love us. To simply be present in our anguish, disappointment and hurt. For me, my wife is my pillar, my guide, my dearest friend.  She is the best example I know of someone who comes to the rescue even when she doesn't know ex

Are there certain songs that always touch you? I mean always. No matter what you're going through is there some special music that is guaranteed to move and delight your soul? Certain tunes that lift you up when you're feeling low.  Maybe even make you weep.  For me, listening to the Carpenters touches something very deep inside me. Karen Carpenter's voice makes me think about the insistent search for true love and the pain of loss. Her music is about constant hopefulness and frequent sadness, very much like living with a chronic medical condition.   "I Know I Need to Be in Love" and "Rainy Days and Mondays" filled me with beautiful dreams for the future with my "One True Love." Someday. The girl of my dreams, who I hadn't yet met.  I wanted to find the one person who was willing to "Love Me for What I Am," for simply being me. And I knew that "I Won't Last a Day Without You" was absolutely accurate when I, as a goo

  My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy (PN). As we age, sometimes we slow down. Now with my walker, I see turtles on roller skates zipping past me waving and laughing.     (Here's an article about how tough it is to  deal with pain  and another about how it's  OK to say "Owww!!!" )   Dealing with others pushing in front of you because you're slower or using a walker makes doing tasks even harder. And slower.  Today I had a little example of what it means to have someone take cuts in front of me in a clearly marked line. I was getting a blood draw and just as I was about to reach the sign-in sheet a woman stepped in front of me and grabbed the clipboard. She wasn't overtly unkind about it. She simply ignored me and put herself first.  I mean, sure, she was faster than me but I was a couple steps away and clearly heading for the same location. It was obvious what was going on. Simply put, she could have chosen to be polite, to pause and let me sign