Fibromyalgia

I am having some very bad days the last 3 days. I have had some great support from a friend, Sonja!! I am in so much pain physically. My legs hurt, my hands aren't working right, my mind isgetting bad, My back pain is way out of control.....

I basically have no family ouside my home. I was always the strong one , always the one to take care of family when they were sick or needed help. When I started to get real sick in Jan-Feb 2007, I spoke with my family, mainly my sister who was my best friend and I was very close to, I told them that I was ggetting to sick to help much and that they would have to start stepping up to help out with my mother, etc. At that time they thought I had Multiple Sclerosis since I have some lesions on my brain. I don't have enough lesions for a definite diagnosis of MS.  So they decided to treat my symptoms and put me on alot of medication. When I told my sister all of this she called me psycho and a drug addict and any other name she could think of. Because of this my only 2 sisters and my mother haven't spoken to me since.

On 6/18/08 I finally got a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia. A diagnosis that upset me terribly. A week later I had hand surgery. I also had major back surgery November 2007. I had a Laminectomy of L3, L4 and L5. This surgery was not very successful. I continue to have horrible back pain and at times I can barely walk. I have many fibro problems. I have had to cut my hours down at work to 20 hours a week. I know I am lucky to still be able to work but it is very difficult to work.

I thankfully have 3 wonderful children who are so understanding and help me out. Unfortunately my husband has never understood. He was only concerned about my meds, which he just plain didn't want me to take...

This past Saturday I got ready for work and left my house at 5:30 am. My oldest son got ready for work and at 7am came upstairs to say goodbye, like always, to my husband. He came to my bedroom and the door was open and so was my husband's closet. My husband's closet was empty and so was his dresser. In that hour and a half my husband packed his car with all his clothes and abandoned us. He lleft no note or message. No idea as to where he went. And nothing since then.  No word from him. He doesn't answer his work phone or his cell phone.

I am writing this not for sympathy. I don't want people to feel sorry for me. I am writing this to get it off my chest.... At this point I have no idea what to do with my home, my bills, my life...................................