At some point from conception to birth either I or my parents pissed off the chromosomes and molecules that make up my body. In addition to being born with cancer and then having it three more times since then, chronic migraines for the past 20 yrs, even down to needing corrective lenses to see, I now have a new physical battle. For the last couple years I've had a couple minor ailments that were more irritating than anything else. Pain in my hands from time to time (which I thought was the onset of arthritis) and a really annoying case of Rosacea that has tested the effectiveness of many moisturizers. So the good news is I won't have hands that look like James Coburn's by the time I'm 40 and my entire face won't eventually look like Rudolph's nose, but the bad news is Lupus...yay me. So far it's only a mild case but the doctor said I probably only had about ten years before I'm totally medication dependent to keep my organs functioning correctly...yay me, again.
What I want to know is...why me? I have tried to stay optimistic over the years and say I've been lucky by having survived the cancer so many times and knowing my migraines are not as bad as what someone else may be going through, but really how much can one person take before they sit back and say "Can I have a break please? Have I not gone through enough? Have my kids, family and friends not gone through enough with me? When will it stop? WHY ME?"
There is a consolation prize, however. Due to my current health condition I am no longer able to lift more than 35 lbs. My job, which I hate, requires me to be able to lift at least 50 lbs to fulfill the duties of my position. Since I am no longer able to fulfill those requirements and they don't have a position in the store that doesn't have those same weight lifting requirements I am now unemployed...yay me, yet again.
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