Bonjour,
This blog is focused on the heart breaking story of Miranda who has severe M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis).
Miranda has for most of her life been ill but became severe and bedridden in 2010. Miranda is a courageous, determined, strong and beautiful woman with lots of talent.
This is her story in her own words.
I had an idyllic upbringing and a happy family life, seeming to be a normal healthy child. Although I can trace sickly health and dysfunctional immunity back to my teen years, it was in 2001 when I became severely ill with pneumonia. After a second bout of pneumonia and a jaw infection, M.E symptoms started to show. I had to give up work and move back with my parents. An M.E diagnosis took about a year and a half, being told up to that point that I had Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome .
I was housebound for quite some time but then started to improve. I joined an M.E support group, which is where I met fellow sufferer, Nigel, now my husband. After five fantastic years of marriage (and lots of mini relapses) I became bedridden in 2010 with very severe symptoms.
Severe M.E is in a league of it's own compared to mild, or even moderate M.E. I honestly never believed that I could feel so ill and not die. I never believed it was possible to be able to have absolutely zero ability. I've been so ill that I've been unable to speak, move, or barely have any mental function. Even on slightly better days I've had to choose between combing my hair or brushing my teeth. Imagine the worst flu, combined with jetlag and a hangover, that's a bit like mild to moderate M.E. Severe M.E is way worse.
At the time of writing this, I've been bedridden for 15 years. I cannot leave my room, ever. I use a bedpan, maybe a commode on better days. I can feed myself, using my fingers or light, plastic cutlery, but have had to be spoon fed for years at a time. I cannot wash, it's too much of an ordeal. I haven't washed my hair since 2014.
I have several carer visits a day, provided by a government scheme, but other than that, when it comes to the medical profession, Nigel and I are on our own to deal with this terrible situation. My family live several hundred miles away and I miss them desperately, but I'm too ill for frequent visits.
Any help I have had regarding my illness I have had to pay privately for. There is no cure for M.E, nor is there any treatment, but I am very fortunate to have had some amazing mentors, who provide me with great support and advice on a weekly basis. Learning about how the nervous system and body works has helped a lot. So has learning stress management and coping mechanisms. I also have some very close friends and amazing family members who are there for me. I am so very grateful.
I miss everything. Wearing clothes, being clean, arts and craft, walking in nature, touching animals and trees, spending time with Nigel, even being able to live in the other rooms of my home. M.E has taken everything away, it breaks your soul, denying everything you love in life which is deeply important.
My poetry began from a burst of emotion. It was the anniversary of my Dad's death (I couldn't be with him when he died or go to his funeral), and I felt the need to express it in words. Thus the door opened to writing poetry, which is now a bit of an addiction! I use poems to vent and process my many emotions that flood in on a daily basis.
I also use some of my poems as reminders of how well I'm doing, giving myself encouragement. I have recordings of myself reading them. It's amazing how much it helps to hear kind, compassionate words in my own voice. Poetry is a wonderful tool.
As much as I despise this life and want to give up sometimes, not being able to bear another moment, I am still determined to drag beautiful things out of my day and make the best of what we have. Nigel and I are soulmates and a team and will not be beaten.
Here are two examples of Miranda's amazing poems.
I hope Miranda's story helps to raise better awareness of what life is like with severe M.E.
I'm sure there are many other such stories of those who are neglected and abandoned. How many more years does this have to continue?
Miranda and her husband Nigel are my dear friends and it hurts me to see them suffering like this.
Please join me in raising awareness and to find better recognition for severe M.E.
Thank you
The French Femme