The last several weeks have been rough for me. I am in excruciating shoulder pain from a torn rotator cuff. My insurance is holding up getting more imaging and I’m dealing with more Medical Gaslighting. That’s a story for another day.
I am dealing with all of this opiate free. Mostly because I want to but most doctors here are so judgemental and won’t prescribe anything unless you have surgery. Two years ago, I couldn’t have managed this much pain. Funny how things change. I am proud of how far I’ve come and the strength I’ve found. Especially in our chronic community.
Sometimes strength is just putting one foot in front of the other when you’re so exhausted and so pained you barely can think. Sometimes strength is finding beauty when you are unsure if you can. Sometimes strength is being the beauty, being the calm. Sometimes strength is just continuing. Sometimes strength is being there for someone when they need you, even when you aren’t sure how you can muster the strength to be there for yourself.
Yes, I am an EDS zebra. But I am much more than just a zebra. I am an artist. I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend, an aunt, a cousin, a granddaughter, a niece, a rocker, a folkster, a humanist, a poet, and so much more. And my story is not over.
My EDS weakness gives me strength. I am strong. I am zebra strong.