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I grew up in Southern Mississippi, and at eleven years of age I invited Jesus Christ into my life. Several years later, I married a young man from Oklahoma and we eventually moved to his home state. There we welcomed our first child, a beautiful baby boy. Four and a half years later, our daughter was born and unfortunately tragedy struck. Our daughter suffered brain damage during open heart surgery. In the years that followed, I was her care-giver. I've been stretched and remolded as I've journeyed through many trials. I was widowed in 2003 and as my husband was dying, he said for him one of the most difficult things was knowing that I would probably bury our daughter without him. I told him should that occur, when she died I would picture in my heart him seeing her walk and talk for the first time and that would bring me strength and joy. I can truly say that it did. His death started me on this journey as "a single wife." The first eight years of blogging are as a grieving, healing widow. Now the posts are as a newly remarried who has found life after widowhood.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

It Was Not Just About Age

I hung a bunch of heavy pictures using an electric screw driver.  My shoulder started to hurt after I'd hung five but when I was young, I could push through the pain with nothing but a few days of sore muscles.  Well, I learned the hard way better not push my body too hard.  The next day after hanging the pictures, my arm and shoulder hurt.  A week later the shoulder was still painful.  Two months later, the shoulder still hurt.  Finally I went to my doctor...told him my story and he suspected bursitis. He prescribed a steroid shot and medication.  It helped but two years later, I was still struggling with pain in that shoulder.  DUH!!  I was sure it was my age and a part of the aging process but I finally decided maybe I should have a specialist look at it. An MRI showed a complete tear to the rotator cuff!!!  You're kidding!  I had it fixed and six months later I'm still healing.  Moral to that story is never assume something is a part of the aging process if it comes on suddenly and doesn't go away.  Better get it checked.  Had I gotten it checked early on, the recovery would have been faster because the torn tissue wouldn't have had two years to atrophy!  I know, not very smart on my part.  Don't make the same mistake.

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