A long gap as we have been in England. We arrived at to be greeted by an ecstatic granddaughter dressed in a dress I made for her mother when she was seven. Chattering, long hair flying, warm and loving, just to look at her makes my heart smile.
Thursday, 22 December 2011
My back is not coping with the amount of sitting, uncomfortable chairs, being unable to orchestrate my day. It is back to chronic pain.
Miracle though – there are 3 clinics doing low level laser (more info) in Britain and one is 5 miles away, so am having treatments to try to stabilize it.
Very low and tearful, pain seems endless and limiting: I can’t sit for long, walk far or join in most of the family activities. The weight of dealing with pain dragged me down, I couldn’t see a way ahead and felt the weight of the effort to be positive and brave. The wish is there, but where, my soul cried out, are the buffers at the end of the track?