Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain LIFE Sep/Oct 2012, Issue 6 - Page 14

W hen the harsh reality finally set in that I would deal with these two diseases for the rest of my life, the decision to have more children was a complicated one. I was willing to take a chance with my health but my husband, understandably, was fearful. That’s when Bunnyboy entered the picture. Initially Ward felt like he had fallen through the looking glass as he watched his orderly home being taken over by a lagamorph (rabbit), but he rather quickly fell under the spell of Bunnyboy like the rest of the family. surgery on the abscess despite the fact that rabbits are prey animals and succumb to anesthesia, fear or pain easily, unlike other mammals. Quite simply, they give up easily. But not Bunnyboy. He thrived post-operatively and went on to become an integral part of our family. Wiggling his way into trouble and into our hearts, Bunnyboy hopped freely (around) the W B u n n y b o y s u ffered more indignities than any rabbit should have to, but his joie de vivre taught us all a thing or two about how to live life to its fullest. He was the unluckiest, but luckiest, rabbit. Unlucky because he was born with a similar immune system disease as me; lucky because we found each other. “ his furry little creature helped me put my pain in perspective. Bunnyboy helped me not to feel so broken, [and]...reminded me that it was ok not to be able to do everything like I used to.” house like an ordinary dog or cat, traveled everywhere with me in the car, became the mascot for the children’s sports teams and the live subject of more than one science fair project. He was the breath of fresh air that blew into my life when I needed it the most. T hen Bunnyboy ’s abscess returned two years later, our veterinarian sent us to the Animal Medical Center in Manhattan to receive an experimental treatment for these types of abscesses. Bunnyboy pioneered the use of antibiotic beads placed directly into the site of the abscess thrived again after the surgery. While the chronic infection had also settled into Bunnyboy’s hocks, bandaging his paws daily for six weeks, administering penicillin’s shots and giving oral antibiotics just bonded our family all that much more with him. t only nine months old Bunnyboy developed a severe jaw abscess. Told that he wouldn’t live more than a few months, I went into the same fighter mode for him that I used for my own illnesses. Bunnyboy had 14  Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Life A unnyboy still gamboled about the house with a zest for life that I fed off of. Not being able to hop on the furniture temporarily due to his bandages and dealing with the pain in his paws or jaw didn’t seem to get Bunnyboy down. This furry little creature helped me put my pain in perspective. Bunnyboy helped me not to feel so broken. I used to spend much of my time hiding my illness from my children so they wouldn’t remember their whole life that they had a sick mom during their childhoods. B Sep/Oct 2012