Well, it is Hyperemesis Awareness Day again.
The HER Foundation recently asked survivors how they would respond to a news reporter who asked them to describe hyperemesis in one sentence (without using profanity). What I said was: "Hyperemesis was nausea and vomiting so extreme that it felt like it sucked the life clean out of my bones."
I could have also said, "Hyperemesis was having people tell you 'Congratulations!' for something that's killing you."
You can read the other responses here. Some are emotional, some are articulate, but all are more accurate than the magazines you see in the checkout aisle at the grocery store--the ones with Kate Middleton's face splashed all over the cover, the ones that seem to have completely forgotten hyperemesis exists. I mean, I wouldn't wish HG on my worst enemy, so I certainly hope for the duchess' sake that she really is feeling better and that it helps to eat bits of lavender cookies throughout the day. But that's not what HG is. For me, nothing helped except Zofran, and that only made me throw up less. It didn't even put a dent in the nausea. That was always, always, always, always there. Always.
Sometimes I get the feeling that my sister and I should write a book about hyperemesis. I guess I'll have to see what she thinks about that.
Thanks for reading.