fibro brain and readingPosted by Sand on Jul 18, 2013 in 52 week photo challenge, depression, Fibromyalgia, Symptoms | 2 comments
A friend recently sent me a link to this blog post. It highlights the wonderful power that the internet has to help banish loneliness. I really do mean that. I thought it was just me…
I so miss reading, it defined who I was in so many ways. I was a member of not one but two reading groups. I subscribed to multiple film magazines, computer magazines…I didn’t just read, I consumed the written word in all its forms. From The Sandman graphic novels to victorian classics.
After my Dad died (I was a young teenager) the only books I could concentrate on enough to read were ‘Mills and Boon’ ultra lightweight romances. Gradually (over the course of years) via Agatha Christie, I slowly found my way back to my ‘normal’ – breathing in fiction and non-fiction with equal fervour.
Now I have fibro and apart from rare short patches, I can’t read any more. The latest Stephen King and Neil Gaiman and hosts of other books by my favourite authors sit on shelves or in my kindle waiting neglected and unread 🙁 A veritable feast of fiction awaits me. But all I can manage to read is the occasional Charlaine Harris or Carolyn Brown. Magazine subscriptions have been cancelled – on the rare occasions I can’t resist buying a magazine, it remains mostly unread.
I no longer have a clue what films are due on at the cinema and I used to be a movie buff as obsessive as Tony DiNozzo 😉 Though I suspect part of that is probably due to the fact that I’m rarely well enough to get to the cinema now. I certainly couldn’t cope with an Indiana Jones marathon any more… It feels like yet more pieces of me have been robbed by the illness. I’ve lost so many people to illness that I know I should be grateful Fibro isn’t terminal, but occasionally on dark days I can only see what its stolen from me and that there seems to be no hope…
With regard to Lisa’s post/s – Liverpool UK is kind of the breast cancer capital of the country. (Possibly even Europe.) They won’t/don’t officially acknowledge that information, but mustard gas was made here during the first world war and it got into the water table…we have a big womens hospital here AND a dedicated breast cancer centre named after Linda MaCartney. Thankfully the most recent of mums friends to have had their breast cancer return, and spread to her bones etc, is responding very well to the new treatment. Heh, unlike some parts of the UK we have a big choice of cancer drugs here…lucky huh?
Lisa B Adams blog post – http://lisabadams.com/2013/07/05/my-brain-on-cancer-confessions-of-a-recent-non-reader