This has been going on so long I am not sure what normal is anymore. I do not remember a time (other than recovering from illness or surgery) that I could not physically do anything I wanted to do. Now I will confess there were many that laughed when I could not do it as good or as long as I wanted to, but there was no question that I could do it. As I recall…those were the times I was typically accused of being “hard headed”. That name never bothered me, in fact I kind of wore it like a badge of honor, and it went well with the red hair. Now I find myself questioning everything I want to do. Am I strong enough? Will my passion be enough to keep me going? No doctor ever explained the frustration that would happen between what I want to do and what my heart will allow my body to do…Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt like the more I could do the more I would be liked….
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