Chronic Pain Memories
When I returned to Wisconsin for the Thanksgiving Holiday, this past year, I did more than spend quality time with family and friends.
I, also, reconnected with memories created more than twenty years ago. Fond memories of struggling through the early years of a chronic pain condition.
As shared in earlier posts, I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis in 1993. The daily, excruciating pain associated with this condition forced me to take a six-month medical leave from my dream job, which eventually led to a resignation for medical reasons.
Because of the severe joint degeneration in my hands, I lost the ability to do even simple self-care tasks e.g., buttoning my blouse, tying my shoes, putting on a bra, or even combing my hair. In addition to working full-time, Hubby served as my primary caregiver. That is one of many reasons why I have kept him around for almost fifty-five years.
Chronic Pain Management: Painting Black Figurines
Approximately four months after the diagnosis, things changed. It started, when I opened the huge box sent by the Eldest Daughter from North Carolina where she was living at the time. Inside were bottles of acrylic paint in an array of colors as well as a number of unpainted figurines.
UNPAINTED PECAN SHELL RESIN ANGEL FIGURINE
I called her and said, “Thank you for the gift, but What The H… am I suppose to do with these things?”
“Painting may give you some pain relief as well as strengthen your hands. Give it a try.” she said.
I tried and the first pieces were a disaster. But, I painted figurines almost everyday from 1993 until 1996. The painting improved. But, more importantly, the joints strengthened and the pain lessened.
Daily, for almost three years, I painted figurines depicting African-Americans in different roles — babies, clowns, children, angels, baseball players, basketball players, sorority girls, fraternity boys, historical figures, Buffalo Soldiers, doctors, nurses, etc.
After a while, the pieces went on display in the African-American Art Gallery that we formerly owned. They were quick sellers, especially the Santa’s and Angels.
I painted under the pseudonym, Marie Enno, which I took from the last four letters, spelled backwards, of my first name “Yvonne”; and, my middle name “Marie.” A number of close friends and relatives purchased the figurines. However, they had no idea that Yvonne Marie and Marie Enno were one in the same.
Painting the figurines distracted me from focusing on pain. I know painting was the beginning of my journey:
- from the non-productive invalid stage of chronic pain
- to the productive and active lifestyle I continue to enjoy at the seasoned age of 73.
Yes, I still have pain but I work to control it rather than letting it control me.
Thanksgiving with The Black Santa’s
With the exception of the Santa’s shown in this post, all the figurines were either sold at the gallery or gifted to friends.
When the family Christmas Gatherings, outgrew the space in our home, the Eldest Daughter said, “Let’s move the Santa’s to my home so we can continue to enjoy them.” I agreed and visited my Santa’s at her house every Christmas Holiday until retirement brought us to Florida in 2010.
Though everybody now comes to Florida for Christmas, Eldest Daughter wants to keep the Santa’s. Since they have been in her possession for more than ten years, I believe her home is now their home.
This year, for the first time, she decorated for Christmas before Thanksgiving; and, I was able to once again enjoy my beloved Santa’s. She will continue to do this in the future; and I look forward to visiting with my Santa’s every Thanksgiving.
I added the photos below to my Cherished Memories Album. I can now enjoy looking at them when I want.