Does that sound like a song from the late 1960’s?
Or how about a book that was required reading in psych class?
I also remember a Bible study with a similar title. The point was God never Promised us a Rose Garden. It was mostly about Job.
I have dealt with health problems for 66 years. It seemed like the norm to me. I often kept it a secret.
I was in a group of 3-4 college students who had secrets. If our secrets were revealed, there was a fear of being suspended from college. Or, at least lose our spot in our chosen field of study. One was married and had a toddler at home. She never wore her rings to school. She never shared pictures of her sweet daughter except to our tight group. A second student was married and wore her wedding band. Her marriage wasn’t her secret. Her diagnosis of diabetes was a huge secret. Our tight group hid the fact that we took care of our friend and provided nourishment when necessary. A third had another medical problem, but I don’t recall the details.
Then there was me. Quietly doing my home physical therapy program in the dorm. Trying to dress so that my deformed spine was less obvious. Secretly taking a muscle relaxer in the evening. I hid the pills in my sock drawer. I kept a bottle of aspirin in my desk.
My school was among the few schools that had 100% pass the 2 day State Board of Nursing exam. So all four of this tight group of friends made it. Unfortunately, I lost track of these three women.
I had my struggles with back pain. New medications became available. Ibuprofen was my miracle drug for a while. Eventually, VIOXX. But, then it was pulled from the market.
I had married. Had two babies. God blessed me with one labor and delivery that was easier than cramps. No drugs. No epidural.
Two years later, I was blessed with a pain free labor. No drugs. No epidural. No kidding. The only reason I knew I might be in labor was that the baby had “dropped “ really low. The nurse rushed me from an ER exam room to L&D because I was suddenly considered the type to have a baby on the elevator.
That was my ROSE GARDEN Experience.
I have been reminding myself for the past two months that not all of my life has been a thistle patch.
I reached the worse depression I have ever experienced this November. When I realized I had to go home about 30” after I arrived at my daughter’s home on Thanksgiving Day, I was crushed. The next day I had an MRI. I thought it was a waste of time and money. On the following Tuesday, the Nurse Practitioner (who partners with my Pain Management Physician) begged me to see a Spine Deformity Surgeon who is the latest addition to my doctor’s group practice. I told her I would go and listen to what he had to say. The appointment was December 23rd. This doctor has offered me a bouquet of Roses with Thorns.
I have Hope again. Yes, there will be thorns. But they are my first Roses in a long time. The surgery will be in February. I may not be home until March. There will be 11 more months of difficult recovery. I am going to do this.