M.E.'s darkest moments: I am worn out from groaning!

Llewellyn King: ME/CFS: Into 2012 without Cure or Care

The link above is a wonderful article exposing the reality of M.E.
I confess I wept on reading the quote from the lady who, speaking about her worst moments with M.E. when bedridden and housebound completely, wrote in an email to Mr King:

"I am not sure I can hang on another year, when every day is so hard to get through. Just a few weeks ago, a doctor laughed at me and said there was no such thing as [my disease], and my husband just sat there, not once backing me. That was more hurt than I can carry for another year. I pray every night, 'Now I lay me down to sleep and please, Lord, take me before I wake.' ”

I reckon we have all been to that precipice point when housebound and bedridden. I recall turning my face to the wall, as best as I could, when I could hardly roll over in bed, one time when my M.E. was at its very worst and sobbing "My life is OVER!" Even with deep faith and conviction that God is in charge, exhaustion brings agonising wilderness moments when we feel nothing but alone. Just like the Psalms constantly cry out from the darkest corners of agony, it's 100% natural as children of faith, we grieve for the full potential we see sucked out of us by devastating weakening illness. Even if, in our heart of hearts we're convinced our lives are valuable whatever our disability, our emotions often tell a bleaker tale.

Could we claim to be fully human if  such moments were alien to our experience? We shouldn't feel ashamed of our tears and rage, or count it as weakness. We just need to support one another through the darkest hours. If we have a faith, we need to embrace the truth that sometimes we need resources outside our own limited striving, to lift us gently up from the pit of despair and to hold us cradled when the last spoon of strength we have is utterly spent, till the worst storms pass and even though so sick we can look from a new perspective.


"Be merciful to me,Lord, for I am faint; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are in agony
My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD, how long?
I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. 
My eyes grow weak with sorrow" (Psalm 6 verses 2, 3, 6 & 7)

I wish I'd a pound for every time since M.E. struck me down that these words express what I sometimes feel. We know we're not alone feeling these emotions. They've been part of being alive since God was a lad!

What a travesty and disgrace it seems that such heartfelt pleas as Mr King's are still so needed after all this time as a New Year rallying call. Haven't we been campaigning and raising awareness long enough for the world, the medical establishment, the governments, the public, the researchers to take for granted the urgent need for progress right now to cure and care?


But we know different and I'm so grateful for Mr King's articulate call to action. We need to whisper it, croak it, shout it, demonstrate it till truth and justice and healing dawn at last. Personally, I believe God's big enough, loving enough and patient enough to carry us till that day. Even if you are convinced that God is just wish-fulfilment fairytale bunkum, there's still a reason to hang on in there for your own sake and the sake of spoonie friends everywhere, to help make the world sit up and take notice of what's right and what's worth fighting for.


As Llewellyn King writes so well:


"A cure this year is unlikely, but better understanding can start today. Now...Maybe in 2012 the voiceless victims of ME/CFS will be heard, even faintly."

The tragedy behind the casual cruelty of the WRB: R.I.P. Mark and Helen Mullins

The magnificent Sue Marsh of  Diary of a Benefit Scrounger was on TV tonight. Sue explained in her eloquent, passionate words exactly why it is vital that people hear the real human needs masked by the current tide of disability hate kindled by the BBC, the tabloids and broadsheets and by politicians across the board. Why the Welfare Reform Bill being bulldozed through by the Coalition Government is no more "fit for purpose" than so many genuinely sick and disabled citizens are, in spite of the flawed processes of ATOS and the DWP, realistically "fit for work".

Nobody can see what it might have cost Sue in health even to make it to the studio. Or the effect her efforts might have had on her own health afterwards.

Sue Marsh: Is Everyone Entitled to Welfare? on 4thought TV 

I left a comment about Sue's inspirational segment on "Is Everyone Entitled to Welfare" tonight (8.55pm Channel 4 8th November 2011)  on the 4Thought TV site:

"Sue summed up so well the real, urgent plight of those who are genuinely disabled and totally dependent on benefits for day to day survival. 1 minute 44 seconds seems short airtime to counterbalance the media's increasing bias against welfare recipients, but Sue made every second count, so thank you so much. The suicides in Bedworth announced today are a tragic illustration of the chilling truth behind Sue's words."

The suicides I refer to are unlikely to make the national news.* It doesn't suit the propaganda machine to reveal that a good, conscientious, loving couple like Helen and Mark Mullins from Bedworth near Coventry, felt they would rather die side by side then continue to starve and freeze. Or to be classed and branded on national TV as scroungers and pitiable parasites.

The propagandists would like you to believe most benefit claimants drive Bentleys, sail yachts, have houses abroad, swing the lead, or act like wheelchair using Andy to a duped carer like Lou in a warped sketch from some private "Little Britain".

Mark and Helen didn't even have a fridge or freezer. They made the handouts from a soup kitchen, to which they weekly trudged six miles on foot, last them all week, warmed up on a one ring stove. 

Bedworth 'suicide pact' couple found lying side-by-side 


Helen was told she could not work by Job Centre Plus. The DWP equally maintained she could not qualify for incapacity or disability benefits. Quick to cut and pronounce. Blind to suffering. Slow to plug the leaky gaps in their own systems that let the icy winds of poverty blow through the lives of innocent, vulnerable citizens. Numbers and tick lists instead of names and real people like Helen and Mark.

Please take a couple of minutes to listen to Sue. Then hear Mark, with Helen at his side interviewed last year when they had been stuck in the system without help for more than a year already. They do not strike me as people who were eager to beg or wheedle. So they chose the only other way they could see out of a Catch 22 situation. Tragically they are not alone. Nor will they be in future.


The uncertainties of inhabiting a human body means that anybody, even the most smug and self assured, may tomorrow find themselves in an identical dilemma.


Please reflect before you glibly dismiss millions of your fellow human beings as less than human and so beneath your contempt and concern. This tragedy is a memento mori for all who think themselves immune from sickness or crippling downturns.

Today self reliant and smug. Tomorrow a statistic in a bureaucrat's closed file.

* Update: 9th November - I apologise that I was wrong that this would get no national coverage. The story was actually picked up today by the Daily Mail Army Veteran and his wife die in tragic 'suicide pact' after becoming 'too poor to live through the winter'
and tonight on the Channel 4 news.