Most of my adult life has been spent struggling with chronic pain. Being the type of person who would rather climb a mountain than take a pill or do the work, I continue daily to just simply “go through the motions”. Get up in the morning. Take my cocker spaniels out for a brief introduction to a new day. Feed my crazy feline. Shower. Eat something nutritious. Line up the acidophilus, the calcium supplements, the liquid vitamins that cost more than my weekly salary (well, maybe not but it feels that way). Fit in some stretches. Rush to work in more traffic than is worth mentioning. Go to work and do what I love. All the while I am in pain. Put on that brace face. Since I love to laugh, I make it my game face.
That was yesterday because after thirty seven years of pain, I finally was introduced to a physical therapist who specializes in women’s health issues and especially Interstitial Cystitis. Meeting with her has given me more hope in one hour than scores of urologists and primary care physicians have in years of practice. Her words brought an ocean of tears (mostly happy) because for the first time I had validation that the pain is real. I had validation that it is perfectly o.k. to have a small day. She told me it’s perfectly o.k. to say “I just can’t help you today”. Her last words before our session ended were permission to be utterly and totally gentle with myself. I welcomed that just like I welcome autumn. I missed summer. I have set backs. I miss me. But she promised yoga! She promised that once I do the work and help my body function well I might want to go on a date! I might want to go dancing! Her words filled me with hope and courage. My advice would always be “never give up”. “Fight like a girl!”
Autumn 2017 suddenly looks so much brighter.