My Mom Fibromyalgia Essay
“Eres la luz de mis ojos.” Since I’ve been little, my mom tells me, “You are the light of my eyes.” My mom is the type of mother who sacrifices her life to take care of me and my older brothers at a very young age. She is the type of mother who convinces us to strive for greatness. She is the type of mother who would take a bullet for the ones she truly loves. Yet she is like no other mother, and I wish I could ease the physical pain she feels every day. My mother suffers from fibromyalgia. It is disorder characterized by widespread musculoskeletal pain accompanied by fatigue, sleep, memory and mood issues. There were times when this prevented her to walk because the physical pain was too much to bare since the central nervous system had some type of malfunctions. In the other words, she felt as if her nerves would twist and turn causing a sensation of burning. As the years pass by, the pain increases unless she takes natural pills which are quite
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Now that I’m seventeen, I help my mom as much as I can when I get home from school by helping her clean, doing the laundry, etc. I wish I could do something economically now, but I’m positive I will in the future. She is my motivation to wake up every day and try my best with AP classes, extracurricular activities, and community service and hopefully become someone one day who will leave an impact on the world. I try to balance school and chores with a healthy mid set to complete all I have to do. I don’t mind doing any of this because it makes me feel content to know my mother doesn’t have as much pain tainted on her face. She believes that she has put too much work on my hands, but she doesn’t realize that these tribulations are helping me become an independent young woman who is realizing that she can accomplish anything in life. “Don’t worry. I can manage.” I tell
Now that I’m seventeen, I help my mom as much as I can when I get home from school by helping her clean, doing the laundry, etc. I wish I could do something economically now, but I’m positive I will in the future. She is my motivation to wake up every day and try my best with AP classes, extracurricular activities, and community service and hopefully become someone one day who will leave an impact on the world. I try to balance school and chores with a healthy mid set to complete all I have to do. I don’t mind doing any of this because it makes me feel content to know my mother doesn’t have as much pain tainted on her face. She believes that she has put too much work on my hands, but she doesn’t realize that these tribulations are helping me become an independent young woman who is realizing that she can accomplish anything in life. “Don’t worry. I can manage.” I tell