I think at the end of the day what we all want is freedom. Freedom to think, believe, live or die in the way we chose. The freedom to make our own choices and be uniquely us. And bonus if we could learn to celebrate our differences.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’ve had moments along this journey called CRPS when I thought “I can’t take this another minute” and the idea of sucking on the end of a Gun looked appealing. Yes, I’ve had some very dark moments with this condition. But you see, being who I am, I HAD to think that all the way through; right through to the part when my children or husband either got the news or found me, or I screwed it up and was left worse off. So rather than check out, I remain checked in fighting through my days.

I too have researched if CRPS will kill me, and from what I understand there will be something derived from the disease that will eventually end my life. This is of course assuming something else like cancer, car accident, etc. doesn’t get to me first. Either way this body of mine wasn’t made to last forever (thank goodness), but if I can manage to get my kids grown first, that would be ideal. I don’t fear death. We’re all going at some point and we all go alone. Just my two cents.