Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain LIFE Spring 2015, Issue 11 - Page 18

For a few hours I was NORMAL. It felt fantastic! In staging there are a few hours to ride and visit with friends and take pictures. The real joy begins on the parade route. In formation along the street I always take notice of the smiles on the faces of the children and the waves and smiles of the elderly as we parade by. One of my favorite comments was about Filly from a little girl who exclaimed: “That’s Black Beauty, that horse is famous!” She obviously has a great love for the character and horses, just as I did at her age. by Robynn Dinse Robynn and Filly at Mustang Western Days Parade Normal for a Day Having fibromyalgia and other disabling conditions, I’ve found that my idea of “normal” is not what it was before my diagnosis. But thanks to some wonderful friends and a horse named Filly, every once in a while I get to be normal for a day. For those of us with fibromyalgia and other chronic pain issues, we have discovered that our “normal” is no longer the everyday routine we once knew and perhaps took for granted. I think it’s safe to say that we would all go back to the time when we didn’t have to “think” about getting up or how it would feel once we were up. Would we still be able to forge ahead? Would we need a short rest? Or would that shower be the last straw and put us down in bed for the rest of the morning? It’s 18  Fibromyalgia & Chronic Pain Life a lot like gambling: you never know until you roll that dice. After my diagnosis of FM in 2004 at the age of 36, I realized that I would never be the kind of “normal” that I had been as a working mother of three. Burning the candle at both ends was no longer an option. Every time I tried, it ended up badly. I became more discouraged. At my husband’s encouragement I decided to look into a dream I had always had … to own and ride my own horse. We all need something to look forward to, a goal or a passion that we enjoy so much that we don’t care how much pain we are in or how exhausted our bodies might be. For me it was my horse Filly and a wonderful team of women known as the Canadian Valley Rangerettes from Mustang, Oklahoma. Sp r i n g 2 0 1 5 Riding along the street I thought back over the years to the very first parade when I was a terrified first-timer on a borrowed horse named Socks. The heat was almost unbearable. I was so light headed and nauseated I almost didn’t go through with it. I always wanted to have a horse of my own, dress up in the beautiful outfits that sparkled in the sun, and ride in parades. When I was asked to ride in that first parade with the Rangerettes, I was SO overjoyed! At the last minute I made it past the nausea and dizziness and rode with the team. I’m so glad I did. It changed the course of my life! During these pa &FW2