Why I won’t accept my illness, but I’ll accept the battle

A brilliant post by an inspirational young woman!

One Mountain at a Time

I was once asked what I’ve learned from living with an incurable disease. I didn’t reallyhave a determinate answer, but I did say having chronic illness has given me adeeper compassion, one I can’t quiteexplain. Being a young woman in her mid-20s, most people think I’m in perfecthealth.However, on the outside, I look nothing like what my body has really felt like for the past three years.

Swelling, joint pain, raw stiffness, throbbing muscles, needle-burning pain and fatigue were just some of the things my body woke to one September morning in Colorado. My body was not my own; everything from my knees, shoulders, hips and hands were all in pain. I limped to my bathroom to brush my teeth, but my hand couldn’t hold the toothbrush.

I did the best I could that morning despite theoverwhelming confusion and drove to work…

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Author: Elizabeth

I'm a wife, mom, and grandma (known as Bam) who loves cooking, baking, gardening, and all things that go into making a cozy coop for my brood. I have a disability so you may pick up tips on how to do things when some things just don't work right!

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