Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Silence of a Hundred Days by Shelly Wampler

Today I think about remembering. It's deeper than finding the remote or," did I miss an appointment?. "

Aging makes me think of all the things I've been through that mean so very much to me. 


Things that were life changing can be taken away now. 

Memory can slip away and never be found. 



Looking at a photograph of someone you don't know but have heard about..except the person, is you. 

Forgetting the names of strangers at a meeting takes on a whole new meaning when you know they were named by you and taught how to read and tie their shoes. 

Knowing how I loved someone and after 7 years, the faces are still clear, and the voices still speak in the silence of a hundred days. 

To remember causes pain and to forget leaves scars on my heart.


Posted May 23, 2017 by permission of the author

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Do not be afraid - I am God Almighty

Read Genesis 35:9-20

“… from the voice of God to a baby’s cry and a mother’s last words.” From Warren Wiersbe Be Authentic

God appeared to Jacob and blessed him, and gave him a new name, Israel. "I am God Almighty and a nation and a company of nations shall spring from you (from Reuben to Benjamin - twelve sons, twelve tribes), and kings shall spring from you (David and Jesus)."

The midwife said, “Do not be afraid you will have another son.” As her soul was departing (for she died) she named her son Ben-o-ni which Jacob changed to Benjamin. Springing from Rachel's hard travail to Jacob's right hand.

Rachel, the beloved of Jacob, bore him two sons. Joseph, whose brothers would betray him and sell him into slavery and tell his father he died. Benjamin, who would be the ransom for his brothers' sins and through whom Joseph would repay those brothers with kindness and salvation from famine and death.



We never know how our story will be written. 

But, when we accept the free gift of salvation purchased through the death cry of his one and only Son, Jesus, God blesses each of us with a new name, “Christian."

Do not be afraid, your pain can also bring others to the foot of the cross. 

Prayer: Father, may I take joy in your call to not be afraid. May I take joy in the life I am called to live through the love of your son, Jesus. May I rejoice in each soul, known and unknown, that see you and recognize your love and salvation through my pain and my living out of my faith, no matter what tomorrow may hold. May your Son-rise shine down on the earth and bring peace among us. Bring me finally to Heaven to eternally sing your glory and love. Amen

"No Filter Needed" photo by Kiri Strouse, Williamston, South Carolina

Friday, September 23, 2016

Baby Step 18: Silence


Some days, no matter how bright the sun, or cheerful the breeze, I feel weighed down by a darkness within. There is no escape, no place of refuge, only a deep, hopeless chasm in which I cannot even rest. The pain seems more than I can bear. The joy stripped from within. Paralyzed, I cannot move. Blind, I cannot see. Deaf, I cannot hear. I find only the silence.



Domine Jesu Christe, you knew the darkness, the chaos before there was time. You breathed a Word, and there was light and calm. You move gently into my emptiness and lift me above the pain. In you, I live and move and have my being. You find me in the silence. You give voice to my grief. In the depths of despair, you breathe hope.



“But the LORD is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him.” (Habakkuk 2:20)
“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength.” (Isaiah 30:15)
“Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)




Thursday, August 25, 2016

Baby Step 16 Don't Be Afraid to Look Back


My sister sent me the lyrics to the song "These Are the Women We Come From." It made me cry as I thought of my mother who is 88 and struggling from day to day. I never hear the pain or fear when I talk to her on the phone. Occasionally I see it when I go to stay with her.

I, too, struggle to be strong, to look beyond my pain. I try to be present in every moment, but find it easy to slip down and want to give in and give up. Then I read Psalm 136 and am reminded "His love endures forever." I read Psalm 91 and remember: because I love God, He will rescue me. Because I acknowledge His name, he will protect me. When I call upon Him, and He will answer me, He will be with me in trouble.

Paul reminds Timothy (2 Timothy 1:5) that the faith that lives in him first lived in his grandmother, Lois, and his mother, Eunice.


These Are the Women We Come From

(Bonnie Keen/Tori Taff)



They are faces in photographs
Heads all held high
Not afraid to look life in the eye

They were women with backbone
Keepers of the Flame
With a spirit even hard times couldn’t tame

And I know that this same blood is in me
And I meet their gaze one by one
Eyes strong and clear
I still feel them near

Chorus:
These are the women I come from
The faith that sustained them is bred in my bones
I know what I’m made of and where I belong
‘Cause these are the women I come from

What did life bring them?
What pain did they know?
Stories the pictures didn’t show

They were lovers of babies and lovers of God
With lessons and laughter in their songs

Did they dream better dreams for their children?
As they prayed silent prayers in the night?
“Lord make their way clear and always be near”

Chorus


Now I have my own child beside me
And we gaze at them all one by one
Her eyes strong and clear,  I draw her near, and say

These are the women you come from
The faith that sustained them is bred in your bones
You know what you’re made of and where you belong
‘Cause these are the women
Survivors each one
They weren’t always easy, but loving and strong
God’s life force inside them is still going on

‘Cause these are the women we come from


Don't be afraid to look back.



Monday, July 11, 2016

Look Outward and Look Inward - Baby Step 15

When pain is the definer of life and living, it is so easy to sink. The energy required for life is limited by the challenges I face. I need to find balance among the requirements of family, faith, function, and fun. It used to be simple to incorporate all four at the same time and bounce quickly from one to the other. Today, I have to choose, and I hate it. In not choosing, I choose. In choosing, I may miss the important people and moments of a day. This amount of focus creates the slide into the "slough of despond." (John Bunyan, The Pilgrim's Progress)
If I am focused on myself, things slip by. I don't look ahead, nor am I present in the moment. I whine (more than my allotted two minutes per day). I cannot help others in my need to be still. I can read, but I will not remember what I read. I become so aware of everything that increases my pain; I forget there are things other than drugs that can decrease it.

I found an easier way. Decrease the number of choices to two: inward or outward. Inward seems focused on self. Outward seems focused on others. But in reality, it can be the other way around. Whether mental, physical, spiritual, whether work or play, I know how much energy will be required. I see what I can delegate and what I must do myself. I find that when I push, I must pay the piper.
Jesus, in his life of chronic pain, used inward and outward focus on balancing his days. He withdrew to the desert, to the mountaintop, to the water to be alone, to pray early in the morning and late in the day. Outward focus on his relationship with the Father and on those to whom Jesus and his disciples would touch. Then he focused inward drawing on the strength of that time with God to teach, to heal, to minister to others.
Thank you, Faith and Georgia, for reminding me this week of the power of looking outward in prayer and inward in finding strength to minister to others. I have kept a prayer journal most of my life. I have lists of names on the backs of envelopes, 3"x5" cards, napkins, church bulletins, all stuffed in my bibles. Whatever was handy at the time to record the names and needs to include in my prayers. Stilling my heart, quieting my mind, focusing on the needs of others keeps me on the edge of the abyss.
Some days, when my body requires stillness to battle, I can take the time to read through all the names aloud. Other days when my body requires busyness in battle, the most I can do is place my hand on my lists and know that God knows who most needs my focus. My willingness to conserve to spend or to push and pay becomes a blessing regardless. Either way, inward or outward, I always begin my day putting on the full armor of God so that I can stand fearlessly. (Ephesians 6:10-17)
Somewhere along the line, someone – probably several someones – since I am a bit of a slow learner – I discovered the power of using God's words, straight from scripture to frame my prayers, to bind Satan, to prepare myself to be emptied and poured out for others. One day at an inter-squadron baseball game, the wife of one of my husband's commanders shared with me the prayer she prayed daily for her children.
This prayer, I pray daily for all my children home-grown and accumulated, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, cousins, in-laws, nieces, and nephews. . . I use these words to pray for friends and friends of friends, for allies and foes. Because this was first the apostle Paul's words of prayer for the church in Ephesus, I know it meets Christ's qualifications for agreement. "Again, I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will be done for you by my Father in heaven." (Matthew 18:19) I use these words to pray for you.
"For this reason, I kneel before the Father, from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through the Holy Spirit in your inner being so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. And pray you will know this love that surpasses knowledge - that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. Now to the One who can do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to the power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."
Faith and Georgia, and all those who feel called to pray for me, I like Paul ask only for prayer "that whenever I open my mouth [or take up my pen] words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel." (Ephesians 6:19).

Friday, June 3, 2016

Baby Step Eleven: Smile, Laugh Sing

Each morning during the season of Pentecost, I am reminded of God’s creative power. Of the Holy Spirit that “moved over the face of the waters to bring light and life to God’s creation.” I begin by asking God to “pour out His Spirit on this day that I might walk as a child of light.” I am reminded to watch as the “Spirit of God fills the whole world.” (Morning Prayer, Monday - Pentecost)


What power, what grace, what joy is mine. I do not walk alone in the darkness. I need not shuffle, barely moving my feet. In one sweeping Word my Lord and Savior “forgives all my sins and heals all my infirmities.” Does that mean all pain is swept away? No, but by focusing on His light and my lightness in each new day, I can set my pain aside. I can concentrate on His goodness. (Psalm 103)



This morning, and every morning, the shades are drawn back so I can see the power of God in my life where I find forgiveness for my anger, healing for my anxiety, a way out from my depression. I can raise my head. I need not watch my feet. I can stand tall holding not just my walker, but grasping God’s steadfast love and mercy.



I am reminded God’s Pentecostal power opens His this day and every day love and mercy. I can be a mirror, a reflection of His forgiving nature. I can choose to hold on to the creative power of decency, kindness, honesty, and integrity. When I walk as a child of the light, that should be what
others see: Him in me.



Smile; don’t frown. Laugh; don’t cry. Sing; don’t whine. Be a window for His goodness. Be door to his righteousness. The path is well-lighted. I am His and He is mine. He renews my strength for each baby step I take this day. 

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Fix Your Attitude


Day Eight, Step 3: Fix Your Attitude

January 8, 2016

[Paul says,] "Oh! May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope!"
(Romans 15:13 MSG)

Light-seeds are planted in the souls of God’s people,
Joy-seeds are planted in good heart-soil. 
(Psalm 97:11 MSG)

Enter with the password: “Thank you!”
    Make yourselves at home, talking praise.
    Thank him. Worship him. 
(Psalm 100:4 MSG)

He forgives your sins—every one.
    He heals your diseases—every one.
    He redeems you from hell—saves your life!
    He crowns you with love and mercy—a paradise crown.
    He wraps you in goodness—beauty eternal.
    He renews your youth—you’re always young in his presence. 
(Psalm 103:3-5 MSG)

Dead people can’t praise God—
    not a word to be heard from those buried in the ground.
But we bless God, oh yes—
    we bless hi mnow, we bless him always!
Hallelujah! 
(Psalm 115:17-18 MSG)

[Paul says,] "We pray that you’ll have the strength to stick it out over the long haul—not the grim strength of gritting your teeth but the glory-strength God gives. It is strength that endures the unendurable and spills over into joy, thanking the Father who makes us strong enough to take part in everything bright and beautiful that he has for us. 
(Colossians 1:11-13 MSG)

[Jesus says,] “I’m telling you the most solemn and sober truth now: Whoever believes in me has real life, eternal life. I am the Bread of Life. Your ancestors ate the manna bread in the desert and died. But now here is Bread that truly comes down out of heaven. Anyone eating this Bread will not die, ever. I am the Bread—living Bread!—who came down out of heaven. Anyone who eats this Bread will live—and forever! The Bread that I present to the world so that it can eat and live is myself, this flesh-and-blood self.” 
(John 6:48-51) MSG)

[Paul reminds us,] "We look at this Son and see the God who cannot be seen. We look at this Son and see God’s original purpose in everything created. For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, rank after rank after rank of angels—everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him. He was there before any of it came into existence and holds it all together right up to this moment."  (Colossians 1:15-17 MSG)



I was not sure where all this "attitude" stuff was going. All these verses addressing attitudes, God was working ahead of my needs. At least until this afternoon. Suddenly my filters were gone. The words in my brain came blasting out of my mouth. 

"I don’t want to do this. I handled all our budgeting in envelopes the first ten years we were married – I handed it over with no transition – what a mistake – that was really stupid. We’ve done Larry Burkett’s system – twice. It didn’t take. And here I am holding the pencil – again. I don't want to do this again!”


I will let you put the emphasis on the words. I think you know where they go.

Our son-in-law, who needed to hurry to get to a meeting, tucked his chin. Our daughter, who came from the Oncology Infusion Center, sudennly got eyes as big as saucers. My husband bit his tongue. He became rigid from head to toe.

For Christmas our children gave us the Dave Ramsey Financial Peace University DVD Home Study Kit and promised to walk through the study with us. Bill already started making spreadsheets. He already shared a gruesome picture of $80,000 of debt accumulated over nearly 47 years of marriage. 

We are still tithing, because we made that decision a l-o-n-g time ago – we’ve never not had enough to make, well, at least the minimum payments. We’ve given a leg up over and over. We are givers not savers. We use credit cards like cash. It’s not Bill’s fault. It’s our fault. To paraphrase Dave Ramsey, somewhere along the line we kept getting chocolate cake when we wanted vanilla because we never committed together to change the recipe.

Will someone please send me to my room and tell me I can come back to the living room when I have a better attitude? 

I’ve apologized for my outburst, but that doesn’t fix the issue or my attitude. I had a lot of trouble going to sleep, even after I talked with Bill and we agreed to him working from the computer and Jorja working on paper and then sitting down together. He finds paper tiresome, and I can’t see the big picture on the computer.

That’s a start. But it is not the last conversation. It is probably not the last outburst. This is stressful. It is not easy. We got in this mess together. We can get out. But to do so we have to work together. 

These scriptures need to be in the front of my notebook. They need to be read and acted on every day over the however long it will take us to put our house in order. In spite of bitter winter pain. In spite of the heebie-jeebies anxiety brings on a moment's notice. In spite of the seasonal downward spiral into the deep black hole of depression. Yes there is help for all of that. Hopefully the combination of:

  • God’s holy word buried in my heart and written on my tongue,\Western medicine’s pile of pills for pain management, 
  • A yoga tape from follower of the Dali Lama who is my primary care physician,
  • Exercises from the physical therapist to reconfigure the disks in my spine from top to bottom, 
  • Walking every day outside, inside, or in the pool, 
  • Sharing this at next week’s behavioral therapy session with my psychologist, 
  • Perhaps seeing the psychiatrist to add an antidepressant to my antianxiety medication, 
  • Asking you to pray for me.

Do you need to fix your attitude, too? How can I pray for you?

Revised Book of Common Prayer, Daily Readings, 2016
The Message (MSG) Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002 by Eugene H. Peterson


Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Out on the Road of the Dark Night of the Soul


Wednesday, October 24, 2012, Year B

 

Psalms 38, 119:25-48; Song of Songs 8:5-14; Revelation 8:1-13; Luke 10:17-24

 

Did anyone ever tell you if you just prayed hard enough you would be healed? Did someone whisper you must not have enough faith? Did your friends remind you how you should just get over yourself? Did a doctor ever suggest it was all in your head? Did you ever think God must be extraordinarily angry with you? Did you ever meet a “dark night of the soul?”

 

 

 

Listen and watch. Then start the video again, and listen with your eyes closed. Then listen one more time and read the following as you listen:

25-32 I’m feeling terrible—I couldn’t feel worse!
Get me on my feet again. You promised, remember?
When I told my story, you responded;
train me well in your deep wisdom.
Help me understand these things inside and out so I can ponder your miracle-wonders.
My sad life’s dilapidated, a falling-down barn;
build me up again by your Word.
Barricade the road that goes Nowhere;
grace me with your clear revelation.
I choose the true road to Somewhere,
I post your road signs at every curve and corner.
I grasp and cling to whatever you tell me;
God, don’t let me down!
I’ll run the course you lay out for me
if you’ll just show me how.

33-40 God, teach me lessons for living
so I can stay the course.
Give me insight so I can do what you tell me—
my whole life one long, obedient response.
Guide me down the road of your commandments;
I love traveling this freeway!
Give me a bent for your words of wisdom,
and not for piling up loot.
Divert my eyes from toys and trinkets,
invigorate me on the pilgrim way.
Affirm your promises to me—
promises made to all who fear you.
Deflect the harsh words of my critics—
but what you say is always so good.
See how hungry I am for your counsel;
preserve my life through your righteous ways!

41-48 Let your love, God, shape my life
with salvation, exactly as you promised;
Then I’ll be able to stand up to mockery
because I trusted your Word.
Don’t ever deprive me of truth, not ever—
your commandments are what I depend on.
Oh, I’ll guard with my life what you’ve revealed to me,
guard it now, guard it ever;
And I’ll stride freely through wide open spaces
as I look for your truth and your wisdom;
Then I’ll tell the world what I find,
speak out boldly in public, unembarrassed.
I cherish your commandments—oh, how I love them!—
relishing every fragment of your counsel.

Psalm 119:25-48 (MSG)

 

 

Then another Angel, carrying a gold censer, came and stood at the Altar. He was given a great quantity of incense so that he could offer up the prayers of all the holy people of God on the Golden Altar before the Throne. Smoke billowed up from the incense-laced prayers of the holy ones, rose before God from the hand of the Angel.

Revelation 8:3-4 (NIV)

 

 

 

21 At that very moment, Jesus overflowed with joy from the Holy Spirit and said, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you’ve hidden these things from the wise and intelligent and shown them to babies. Indeed, Father, this brings you happiness. 22 My Father has handed all things over to me. No one knows who the Son is except the Father, or who the Father is except the Son and anyone to whom the Son wants to reveal him.” 23 Turning to the disciples, he said privately, “Happy are the eyes that see what you see. 24 I assure you that many prophets and kings wanted to see what you see and hear what you hear, but they didn’t.” Luke 10:21-24 (CEB)
 
 

Lord, let me walk through the dark night of the soul, knowing the Light of the World, He who flung the stars into space, who made the lesser light of the moon, will guide me through the shadows and the dark places. I praise you that you have kept my heart safe and quiet. Keep me malleable so I, like you, may be filled with love and the Holy Spirit and sing your praise. So be it. Amen.

 

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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Daily Readings, October 23, 2012


Tuesday, October 23, 2012   Daily Readings from the Book of Common Prayer (Revised)  Year B

Psalms 26, 28, 36, 39
Song of Songs 5:2-6:3 (Substituted for the Apocryphal Reading)
Revelation 7:9-17
Luke 10:1-16

 

            When I cannot stand it anymore, I retreat to sacred places. There, I lay before your mercy seat. If I am so tired I cannot lift my hands, I raise my heart in thanks for Him who teaches me to walk in Truth

            When my feet can no longer bring me, my heart leaps and jumps and skips to take me to a place where I can worship my Strength and my Shield for the Lord is my Salvation. He Redeems and is Merciful.

            When my tongue no longer forms syllables or words and my voice no longer creates sound, my heart will shout for joy. It will sing my thanks for You. How priceless is your Love for me.



            When my eyes no longer see, my heart will rush to the deepest seas and find You there. My heart will soar above the highest mountains and find You there, for You are Abundant and full of Light.

            When my body is so heavy, so stiff, no longer moves, my heart will take refuge and fly in the shadow of your wings. Your Faithfulness is great, and You hear my cry and bring me Hope



 
            When the darkness presses in and I am nothing but my pain, Christ comes to me. He whispers to my heart. In my imperfection, my heart seeks Him who is perfection and He can be found in Solitude.

            When I am at the end of my rope, the end of my self, the Holy Spirit groans for my heavy heart. My heart’s desire is Christ alone. My heart climbs two steps forward, one step back to a place where I can hear the angels sing

 



            When I have nothing but time stretching out before me, my heart finds a moment of Spiritual Beauty where my soul is cleansed of darkness. Out of His Abundant Salvation comes Spiritual Fullness.

            When I learn to be still, in the stillness my heart is healed, and I feel the nearness of the Kingdom of God. My heart longs to walk in the Garden. For there, the Hand that flung the stars in space will hold my heart.

When I cross over Jordan, the Hand that bore the nails for all my sins will Heal my broken body. The Hand that stilled the waters, will wipe away the last tears my eyes will ever shed.


 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Daily Readings, Monday, October 22, 2012

Psalms 25, 9, 15
Song of Songs 4:1-5:1 (replacement for Apocryphal reading)
Revelation 7:1-8
Luke 9:51-62

What I learned today:
I have named my enemy: Chronic Pain. The one place agony cannot touch is my soul (or heart) the place where Christ resides.

I can hide my soul from the pain by choosing to rejoice wholeheartedly rather than grumble and complain. Grousing and complaining will allow the enemy through the gates.

I do not have to meet the pain. God takes care of my enemy. I can expect and be full of confidence that God has it covered, so I can put down my sword.

He just expects me to trust and wait in anticipation. (Well, that is not so easy now is it!! But wait, He tells me how…)

While I am waiting, my role is to be sure to keep my heart pliable and teachable. I must not let pain - the enemy - harden my heart. I must not let pain - the enemy - make me selfish and self-centered. I must not let pain – the enemy – change my focus.

When I choose to worship God with all my heart and soul I am not focusing on the pain. 

When I choose to pay attention to the ways God is working in my life, I am not paying attention to the changes pain is making in my body.

When I choose to remember and share what God is doing in my life today, I look outward, not inward. I can choose the pen over the sword!

I pick up my pen and write to tell someone to look for God, not out there somewhere, but right here in the midst of the pain. One can wade through the stagnant places. One can muck through the grime. One can revisit the way it was before the pain. One can bathe in the flowing fountain of Living Water. God can wash one's soul, and let the blood of Jesus describe the past.

I can stay in the present knowing God sees me as beautiful. God sees me as perfect and perfected. Because of Jesus, my walk is blameless. I may enter the holy of holies. Because of the Holy Spirit I may dwell there, in the high places, instead of leaping into a pit of despair.

I will choose to make a vow, and follow the oath even when it hurts the worst, by speaking the Truth from my heart to yours. Live in The Truth that allows one to tell abundantly of the joyful place where one lives while God is out there, dealing with the enemy – pain.
Was I chosen to live in pain? Does it matter? The only flaw in me is choosing to wallow in my pain. If I choose instead to let God worry about the pain, He seals my heart.

I can talk and write from the abundance of His mercy. As Jesus did, I cry out to God in my Gethsemane of pain, and I know that the cost is paid. God will hear my cry. In His mercy, I can feel the touch of the Spirit moving gently around my pain, honoring those who walk beside me. In His mercy, he provides abundantly.

When I seek God in the pain, God provides protection. God provides opportunities to sow the seed of righteousness. God provides a home away from the isolation and selfishness. God provides hope and expectation. God provides protection. God provides a wealth of ink for my pen.

Selah. Deo Gloria.



Thursday, October 18, 2012

Your Birthday Present to Me



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RSDSA
   
Action Alert
October 11, 2012
Greetings!

The RSDSA would like to make you aware of a petition currently before the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) that requests labeling changes for opioid analgesics (narcotic pain medications). Since many individuals with CRPS rely on opioids as part of their medication regimen, we wanted to bring this petition to your attention.

The petition, submitted by Physicians for Responsible Opioid Prescribing (PROP), requests three specific changes to opioid analgesic labels:
1- That they no longer be prescribed for "moderate" noncancer pain, but only for "severe" noncancer pain
2- That the maximum allowable dosage per day be equivalent to 100 mg of morphine for noncancer pain
3- That this medication can only be used for a maximum duration of 90 DAYS.

What this petition appears to mandate is a "one size fits all" prescribing mentality which DOES NOT benefit the chronic pain patients in general and CRPS patients in particular.

The RSDSA has chosen to oppose the PROP petition on behalf of you, our members. On Wednesday, October 10th, The RSDSA sent this opposition letter to the FDA.  Cick Here to read RSDSA letter .  

For those of you who would like to send your own individual response regarding PROP to the FDA, we encourage you to stress the specific details that your medication enables you to do that without it you would be unable to do. We suggest you use the following language to keep the message clear:
My name is  _______. As a person  who suffers with the chronic and  yet incurable pain of  CRPS,  I ask the FDA to deny the PROP petition. I use opioids as prescribed by my physician allowing me to function better and partake in life in ways I would be unable to do without this prescribed care.
 To send your comments to the FDA click here. 
The category to use for your response is Individual Consumer.
Your immediate action to this issue will make a difference. To read the PROP petition,
Please forward this email along to your friends and loved ones.
Should you have any questions or would like to receive further information, please email or give me a call. 

Sincerely,
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Jim Broatch
Executive Vice President and Director
RSDSA
877-662-7737
203-877-3790