As I sit here in the wee hours of January 2, 2012, I look back at a mental picture of daughter and I in Washington, DC during July of 2011 as we attended a meeting at the headquarters of the Daughters of the American Revolution at located at 1776 D Street NW, home of the DAR Constitution Hall and DAR Museum.
My daughter had been asked in 2007 to be the chairman of the Pennsylvania Luncheon for 3 years, and had agreed to do so, if I could assist her because she had no idea if Fibromyalgia symptoms would be such that she could handle the luncheon it alone. Luckily, we worked together the first year to arrive the day before the luncheon, set up that night, make sure all went according to her year long plans, and recover the day after the luncheon before returning home. It was a long ride fighting motion sickness, and having to get out of the car every so often when she could not "take any more". Motion sickness, weakness, fatigue, pain and nausea worked against her every step of the way, but she was determined.
Finally, we learned to take the train to DC, arriving 2 days before the luncheon, sleeping the first night and late the following day until afternoon. She would check that afternoon to see if all was ready with the caterer, and see that the room was decorated and ready the night before the luncheon. We would arrive right before the luncheon, greet ladies and handle problems should there be any. Every year it was easier and fibro cut her a few breaks along the way, and i was not involved after that very first year except to help her get to DC, fill her full of medications, make sure she got enough sleep and make sure I knew the agenda should the unthinkable happen, and she not be able to attend. I was the understudy and proud to be in the background.
After her term was over, one of the state officers asked her why she had not applied to be considered as Outstanding Junior Member of her local DAR chapter. The pure truth of the matter was that she was so caught up in making her life the best she could while living with the symptoms of fibromyalgia, she had not focused on getting an "atta girl".
From a Mother's Prospective as she attended local DAR meetings, volunteered at church and within the community, took classes at a local community college, and acted at local community theatre I was proud of her personal accomplishments. Of course, not all of the activities were at same time, but I was amazed that she tried so hard, especially when fibro kicked her butt some days when all the mental thoughts were positive but the physical abilities were negative.




















