I was a very productive person working 2 full time jobs at vet clinics and ran my own rescue, Cajun Chihuahua Rescue & Retirement. I had been sick for years but was told I was just getting old. I can no longer work, I had to stop rescuing needy lil Chihuahua's which in my ten years of rescue, i nursed to health and found homes for over 200 needy Chihuahua's. I lost my home of 25yrs. due to my lack of income. I became severly depressed dealing with the loss and the pain in my body. I though rescue was my call in life, my purpose, now I wonder what my purpose really is. I did feel a sigh of relief when I was diagnosed with SLE because family and friends thought I was crazy, faking, felt sorry for myself. My personality had changed from happy go lucky with many loyal friends to this vengeful, mean, crazy person. That weeded out the toxic friends and left me with only 1 -2 legged friend. I was left with very loyal 4 legged friends. My family even turned on me. Now my old personality is back and my condition somewhat controlled on the meds, but I stil live with horrible pain all over, I never know what is gonna hurt when I wake up each morning.
Feb 10 2010, 09:10 AM