Working Through the Pain

It’s no surprise to anyone who knows me that I’ve been dealing with chronic pain for the last ten years or so. Seems I’ve inherited my mother’s and grandmother’s degenerative arthritis. My five foot, stoic Swedish grandmother always said, “if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it”. She kept on walking everywhere and never owned a car. She took two aspirin each day, a swig of Pepto Bismol, and lived to see her 102nd birthday. She bragged that she’d never been in a hospital except for her last few days. My mother moved to Sarasota, Florida in her sixties and…

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