For most of her life, she had experienced pain. Pain that other people said couldn't exist.
Walking hurt, so I stopped walking. When it stopped hurting as much, the pain was replaced with neuropathy and when I walked, I began falling. The day before my 52nd birthday, a powerchair was prescribed. I waited with bated breath for the freedom that it offered.
In the last month I have been sharing articles about the evolution of my chronic pain treatment as well as what a fellow-traveler (and cannabis patient) has learned walking to Seattle from San Diego.
When I think back to my life, just 19 months ago... camping... Something I don't know if I will ever be able to do again...thanks to an antibiotic...
As I set about performing the tasks required to finish my first books, one that is deeply personal, I am thrown back into pondering about my life. I have lived many lives. And that is not just in relation to the mental illness that has woven my life into many different names and points of... Continue Reading →
Over seven years ago, I met a Staffordshire Terrier who changed my opinion about dogs. I had been afraid of large dogs (for no reason I can remember....but that isn't new to me!) for as long as I knew. Barkley was different. A HUGE "pitbull" type breed, he was loyal to no end. Not only... Continue Reading →
I have written many Facebook posts that started with the quote, "To Stand UP to LIVE you must first get thine ASS outta BED!" or something similar. Today felt exactly the same way. On days when starting is like pushing through a bog of mud ...this time in my face... I am compelled to wonder... Continue Reading →
I had a wonderful opportunity, last week, to take some time off and recuperate from the marriage and divorce and other irritating distractions of my life. I was blessed by God and a few of His angels that coordinated to give me a fantastic self-care week out. As someone who was beginning to feel the... Continue Reading →