September is Pain Awareness Month. It’s a topic I have written about before: 

In 2020, I wrote about how common it is for my pain to fluctuate, which is why I so dislike the traditional 1-10 pain scale.

In 2021, I again wrote about the difficulties in using a traditional pain scale to describe my chronic pain. (Plus, this post has one of my favorite pictures of myself – because I’m holding a bunch of bright, beautiful sunflowers – my favorite flower, and because that photo makes me think back to that fun family day.)

In 2022, I wrote about the randomness of my pain; the fact that I can sit and watch my son at his first Rubik’s Cube Competition and out-of-nowhere suddenly need to step outside because of an intense leg cramp.

In 2023, my son inspired my Pain Awareness Month blog post (as he’s inspired many of my blog posts and personal essays over the years).

Which brings us to this year’s post:

For the last year or two, each time I see my rheumatologist I have told him how much I struggle to get through my day. I have given him concrete examples to demonstrate that my chronic pain has worsened, my energy levels have lowered, and my fatigue has increased. I have told him that my current pain medications were not enough, yet he refused to alter my dosage or prescribe anything else. Finally, he referred me to a pain management doctor. (This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a pain management doctor, but it is the first time I have been seen by this particular doctor.)

At the first appointment with the pain doctor, back in April of this year, I walked in with a fair amount of skepticism. How many times have I had to share my story over the years? How many times have I tried to convince doctors that regardless of how I look or how much I tell you I still do each day, I am in considerable pain every single day? I didn’t want to have to sell myself, convince this new doctor that my pain was worsening, that my list of activities I could no longer do was growing, and I was scared because I truly didn’t think my current lifestyle was sustainable.

Something completely unexpected happened during that April appointment — after reviewing my in-take forms and my current medications, the doctor looked up from my chart and looked right at me. 

“You’re not on the right medication. What you’re taking now isn’t going to help with the kind of pain you’re describing. You definitely need something stronger,” he said. 

I was momentarily shocked. Cue the party favors and the large round of applause. The doctor’s statements, his belief in me and my pain, were huge. My chronic illness friends reading this know that this is not always the way a doctor’s visit goes. 

Since that first appointment, we’ve tried different medications and different dosages, and I think we’re getting closer to finding the right combination for me. 

At the same time, the doctor has been honest with me. 

“Nothing is going to completely get rid of your pain. The goal is to bring your pain levels down. Way down,” he said.

We’re working on it. 

So this year during Pain Awareness Month, if I may, I offer this suggestion — believe someone when they tell you about their pain. You cannot always see pain. You don’t always know what someone is going through or dealing with simply by looking at them. So give them the benefit of the doubt. Treat everyone with a bit more patience and care. Because whether it’s physical pain or mental pain, chronic pain or temporary pain, everyone is dealing with something.