The Importance of Sisterhood



So here it is first of my entries into this blog, which I know a lot of you have been patiently waiting for, I recently asked a couple of my IC sisters what topics they wanted me to address. One of the responses was the importance of having friends/our IC sisters who we can call up and vent to; pour the contents of our hearts out to someone who is a good listener. Who gives good advice, and input, but sometimes we need someone to talk less and listen more. Who doesn’t just listen with their ears, but with their hearts as well?
I’ve written quite a few entries so far into my journal which I will be adding slowly .Each day I hope to write a entry. It was hard to choose which one I would write first. Then I thought I want you to feel connected to me through my journey, because we’re all on this journey or know someone who is on this journey. So I came to the conclusion that the very first thing I would write about was the beauty of sisterhood! What I’ve found is Chronic pain/Interstitial cystitis, and Fibromyalgia has bonded me with some of the most loving, genuine, empathetic individuals I’ve known in my life. This is my journey of IC, but I hope you can relate on some level with my feelings!
I think of the women who have touched my life in such a profound way. And I’m moved to tears, as much as I enjoy writing, this blog is for you all. This blog is a way for you to walk my walk my life and share in my ups and downs of living daily with chronic pain. You all whether I know you personally or not, are my fellow warriors. I know that a lot of you feel this way about your IC family that you’ve become close to. And I’m sure you will agree that the best way to describe the closeness we share is a sisterhood.
Have you ever come across people in your life who question the genuineness of your IC friends? Yes some of us have met each other, others haven’t, but distance can’t separate true friends! They look at you in dismay when you say, some of my closest friends are my IC family, “but you’ve never met or they say your friendship is through a computer screen, how personal can it really be. I’m quick to defend this. Isn’t a true friend someone who is there for you in the good times and the bad times? YES. Aren’t True friends one who encourage and inspire you? YES! We come from all walks of life, all different back rounds, but we mesh so well together, our heartstrings are tied with a understanding that others can’t even comprehend. When I’m having a tough day/ night I log on and see messages from my IC family, it’s those messages that reach, my heart right where I am. Prayers, love, support flows from your words my heart smiles. When you’ve had a disagreement with your spouse, or your family is making you feel guilty, or a friend can’t understand why you’ve had to cancel three times this month, and your heart breaks as you say, I just can’t make it as much as you want to .it’s times like these that our sisterhood is there with a warm embrace through heartfelt prayers. With a heart to heart phone call late into the night, or a handwritten note in the mail to make you smile, or a t shirt that you’ve wanted, but couldn’t afford, or a bracelet or teddy bear, MY IC family has been there from day one, and you all just keep getting closer to my heart. There aren’t enough words to express. This Battle were fighting is never ending right now, but the sisterhood that ties our heartstrings is for ALL ETERNITY!

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