As I struggled to take my young child with me to the grocery store today in order to give my husband, who has been working round the clock and has no sleep, some time off from food shopping, I noticed this note on my dashboard when I came out of Wal Mart:

Now, I didn't know whether to scream, cry, curse, laugh, or get mad.
I think I'm just mad. I HAVE A HANDICAP PLACARD, REGISTERED IN MY NAME, BECAUSE I AM HANDICAPPED.
And I realize now, that more than ever, WE NEED TO GET THE WORD OUT ABOUT THIS HIDDEN DISEASE
We struggle to live our lives every day, in CHRONIC, HIDDEN PAIN. We may not have a crutch, a brace, or a wig to cover up lost hair from chemo treatment, but we SUFFER. On behalf of the friends here I've made at HOPE, I want to get this word out. The bulletin/brochure that the MODS put together to distribute to doctors is great. But, I think we should take it a step further. If I had a MEGAPHONE, I would SHOUT it from the mountaintops on behalf of all of us who tirelessly search for a cure, search for the right surgeon, search for the money to get to the surgeons, try to make the surgeons BELIEVE us, try to EDUCATE the physicians.... the list goes on and on.
I am a 30 year old mother with Pudendal Nerve Entrapment. One side of me has been freed, the other waits. I am handicapped. But not FOREVER
Sincerely,
A's Mommy