I was born with mitochondrial which is
progressive; neurological (which includes
epilepsy, hearing loss, visual, etc) and
cardiology. I also suffer from several
oncology problems, with the last two
being benign, and the current issue
is hopefully being benign and not
cancerous. Had also deformities, much
of it was corrected but some of it is still
quite visible.
The progression is very destructive, eventually
it will take my life. My family and I as well as
my Physicians - we are all aware of this; and
as for me ---> I am in total peace and not in
a frantic or in a panic. I've known about this
for decades, for all of this had been expected.
It was a matter of WHEN the last phase (or
stage) which everything would accelerate to
destruction would take place; and apparently
it began in late 1990s and picked up the speed
in mid 2000s and been spiraling downhill since.
People wonder how in the world is it possible
for me to continue on forward in such a dire
state that I am in ....
That is because I do not wallow in where I am,
but rather --- what can I do for you? I don't
focus on myself or the issues I have; but rather
continuing on to help others so that they may
have a brighter future and a better chance than
I do. I understand and relate to what everyone
is going through; and people cannot comprehend
all of this for they do not realize so much about
my own background and thus, I come across to
many as a "know-it-all"; when the reality is far
the opposite. I've been through it all as it's been
said, "hell and back" - far too many times that
I do not even want to count.
Just keep pressing forward and never-ever look
back - for looking back will only hold you down;
but rather - look at now and tomorrow - what
can you do about it? What can you do for others?
There are two powerful poems I have written:
One is a metaphor and the other being
illustrative poetry:
STORMS OF EPILEPSY
Sharon - 11/24/2008
Rushing, mighty winds
Splitting towering masts
Over the rudder bends
Nary have the waves blasted!
Shattering the billows in its wings
Mighty force it sustains
Tossing back and forth, it brings
'Tis storm if ever refrains!
Then comes the silver lining
Shipwrecked completely on the shore
Water logged and wearied binding
Recuperate, rebuild, and sail once more!
Epilepsy is so much similar
Sadly, one must report!
Repetitiously; all too familiar
Enduring it all, without any resort!
For true Admirals are they
Without navigation, radars, or charts
Endurance through it all night or day
Knowing not what lies before them imparts!
Would you kindly please hold my hand?
Sharon - 11/29/2008
Would you kindly please hold my hand?
While I endure throughout this life's land
Untamed, wild and without any control
That has beaten down my trodden soul
Wilderness, like no man has gone before
Yet, I wander through this more and more!
Yearning for some peace, all I ask is for your hand!
Be by my side, while I walk through this desert sand
Fiery heat, and parched for water, I thirst!
Sore and aching muscles borne, it all came first
Just like a lost wanderer, I pressed on just as a fore
Moreover, onward I walk, more and more!
Would you please be so kind, gently take me by the hand?
Lead me and guide me, so loneliness would not take its stand
Here I am alone, all wearied and without understanding
Knowing not what lies ahead that all withstanding
Epilepsy, is loathe upon, right down to the very core
In addition, I must carry on, more and more!