I would like to take a few minutes of your time to tell you a story. When I
got TM my mother came here to take care of me. I had no control of anything
and no movement for 3 mos. She would take dry paper towels and rub me when I
needed to be clean. My bottom already looked like rare hamburger.I had
railings on the bed and the neighbor told her to quit throwing me into themm
because my legs were all brusied.
One day she would take my meds and give mewhat she thought I needed the next
she would sit all thebottles by me and say take them all bitch and die. She
would take the remote away from me and lay it where I couldn't reach . She
would put the phone on top of the fireplace so I couldn't call for help.When
I would ask for some warm water to wash my hands and face she would say I
didn't need it if it wasn't for my neighbor I would never have had a bath.
Any way she is here tonight and said that If I wanted to I could get up and
walk (NO WAY) love to dance wouldn[t stay in this thimg if I could get out
Anyway I say that you work with what you have left and keep it going and do
the things you can and say to hell with the things you can't Could someone
pleaswrite back and say I am right and alot of TM has to do with stress.
Thank you so much for your time
Patti