I am 25, biologically female, identify as intersexed, and am bi/pan-sexual. I suffer from four of the Fibro Five (Migraines, IBS, CFS, and Fibromyalgia). I also suffer from depression, and the after effects of having been in an abusive relationship.
A quick bio.
I was born and raised in the Northeast. I was always the odd one out, and bullied a lot at school. I refused to conform just for the sake of it, and as we all know, people don't like that. I managed to have a lot of friends though, so it wasn't too bad. I grew up as middle class, maybe lower middle class. Money was really tight sometimes, but never too terrible. My life was probably pretty average.
I quit highschool because of some problems I was having dealing with depression. I got married right after I turned 18 to a 19 year old Marine who was being shipped off to Iraq later that year. I moved 3000 miles to live with him. I stayed for 2 years, even though he was abusive. I left after we tried to add another woman to our relationship, when really he just wanted to be able to cheat without consequences. I left him, and went back home.
To cut some long stories short, my father battled bladder and ureter cancer, finally having a nephrectomy, a cystectomy and urostomy. About a year and a half after that, he was diagnosed with what was stage 3 colon cancer. After a colectomy and ileostomy, he survived another 6 months before dying of a pulmonary embolism. He had trouble recovering, since it was difficult for him to stay hydrated enough to ward off the kidney failure he'd been in, and he was on chemo for another tumor in his abdomen.
My grandmother (maternal), had a massive heart attack and.. quadruple, I believe, bypass some years ago, and recovered rather poorly. She died at 84 years of age on Thanksgiving 2009, almost exactly one year before my dad would die in 2010.
My mother had a heart attack in 2008. It was mild, and she had a few stents put in. She is now on a ton of drugs, and as healthy as anyone else her age, if not healthier, cardio-wise. She has arthritis and some other joint and back related ailments.
My cat of 15 years, who I took out when I married and everything, died near Valentine's 2011. My father's cat, who had been his mother's, died in April 2011 at 20 years of age.
So yeah. That's my life in a nutshell, with an obvious focus on my current history. I can't imagine it's an interesting read, so thanks for reading it.
