When will there be genuine hope?
When the pins
and needles first came
They would
not go no matter what I did.
Dead limbs
refusing to shift.
Then the pain
came :
Shooting,
stabbing, throbbing, burning,
agonizing ,
unrelievable pain
And never
left
Just silently
crept into my neck,
Into my hands
and feet
Up my arms,
Up my legs
Higher and
higher.
I could feel
it taking me over
And could do
nothing to stop it.
I rested, oh
yes, I rested
Week after
week after week
Month after
month after month
I lay
tormented
Whilst my
doctor denied
My physical
reality
And resented
the demand to visit me at home.
The pain
continued,
Yet there was
a numbness too
Over all my
limbs.
The inability
to function
Came first
with sleep
Yet paralysis dominated every waking hour
Massive
headaches
Facial palsy
Face pain
Lips numb.
Hydrotherapy
brought
Shaking
spasms
Hour after
hour shaking without cease,
Yet still no
explanation
No treatment
Just
Disbelief.
The pain of
noise hypersensitivity
became
excruciating
Light hurt my
eyes.
No part of me
was free from pain now.
And still no
help,
Just us
fighting for my needs,
Refusing to
accept the lie
That there
was nothing physically wrong.
How can this
happen you say?
Surely not
our health service?
Surely not
our doctors
Who take a
vow to do no harm?
Yes these
doctors.
Yes this
health service.
Yes this
injustice.
Yes this
denial.
That was 18
years ago.
But where is
the change in awareness?
I had to move
half way across the country
Just to get a
doctor who would validate me.
Shocking
isn't it?
Well, maybe
not
Because I am
still ill,
Still have no
real answers
Despite years
of trying to find them
No cure
No safety
No security
That medical
practitioners will understand my neurological disease
Or take it in
to account.
Shocking
doesn't
Go anywhere
near
Describing
the outrage I feel
About the way
people with ME are treated in this
country.
The more
severe
The worse the
neglect.
The illness
denied
Mistreated
Misrepresented
The medical
world and society at large
Misinformed
Misreported
Mistaken.
And all the
time I am still here
In howling
agony
Yearly
deteriorating
Whilst people
all around me,
Unmet friends
along the way
die from ME
And nothing
is done to challenge
the
institutionalised prejudice
And shameful
psychiatric
Misinterpretation
That damages
the truth
And leaves me
too to die.
When will
people take action
And real
change comes.
When will
there be genuine hope?
Only when ME
is treated with honesty
and
integrity.
No time soon
then.
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