A lot has changed in the past six months.
I went from going to therapy for almost a year prior to surgery to deciding to have surgery during a pandemic for a variety of reasons.
First of all, we were not sure what would happen to my husband‘s job, and our insurance is through him.
Secondly, we were spending money on therapy to maintain my range of motion and function, so our deductible was met or close to met already. Due to the long-term therapy, my pain was well managed, and really so was my use of my arm, which happened to be my dominant arm.
But the bottom line was, It was not going to get any better without surgical intervention. As a matter of fact, it would continue to get worse, and could potentially have become suddenly much worse, leaving me in pain all the time.
I recently had an opportunity to spend time with some incredible women. Our lives and experiences are not identical, but they do share common threads. We have:
Because here’s the thing. Life is tough. We screw up. There are always people better than us at certain things, and there will always be people that want to make us feel “less than”. Don’t let yourself be one of those people.
I recently turned 44. The funny thing is, I had thought that I was 44 for most of the year that I was 43, so it was a relief to finally be the right age! I’m not sure why I had to stop and think about it, but every time age came up I had to take a moment and do the math. I know some people struggle with getting older, and there is a part of me that wishes I had my 20-something body (and metabolism!) but overall I wouldn’t trade the younger me for the current me. My 40’s have been the best so far, and I fully expect it to keep getting better. I still have a bikini pic from about 15 years ago to encourage me to dream big (or small), but when I look at this younger version of me, I feel bad for her. I am able to tell her “I am better than you”. You see, she really struggled. She always felt like she didn’t measure up, like she was not quite good enough, a little too heavy (she wasn’t), a little too loud, a little/lot...