A couple of days before Christmas, My husband noticed my left hand was quite swollen. We had to get soap and pry my rings off,leaving a severe dentation in two of my fingers. Boxing Day, I awoke because of unbearable pain in my arm and hand. I looked down at my hand and my fingers were twitching. I waited a little longer (about an hour) and gradually I was slowly able to move my fingers. I sat and TEARS started to flow, TEARS of joy! The pain was still there, but that I could handle. I went to wake my husband, and I said "give me your hand so I can hold it". He looked at me curiously, but agreed.He could not feel my grip, as it was still very weak, but all of a sudden he realized which hand I was using.

Each day, it has been getting a little stronger. I can't lift bar bells yet (smile), but the swelling has gone down and I am able to hold onto a cup, cut my own food,etc. I heard these words, "It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere". Well, I have been somewhere and made a comeback. I pray it continue. But, in the meantime, I will take each day as it comes.

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May 4,1999. I drove the car,to see my sister and Dad. (A 20 minute drive) WOW! I also made another big step. I went into the Office I used to work in, (for the first time in 10 years). Everyone was happy to see me. It was very emotional for me. I remembered how I used to be, and would give anything, to be back there working. I think there was some anger also, as I questioned "Why Me". Course thats what you call, pulling a pity party. But we all do that at times, I suppose. So as I type away here tonight, I have many mixed emotions.

So begins, another comeback, yet with that feeling of waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know you are probably thinking,"well, there are people worse off". True! But, today, I cannot think that way. But, I shall take this day and savour it, and begin another day tomorrow,as the Gospel Hymn says, "One day at a time, sweet Jesus".

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May12th,1999, I had another relapse.

June 1,1999, I finally am starting to get out, and do things again. I did not know how much I was missed at our coffee shop, until I went in last monday. I was greeted with joking "Hey You,did you forget where the coffee shop was" or "we figured you were still alive as we read the obituaries,and did not see your name", and hugs from various people. Why is it that because I am handicapped I do not feel I make a difference? That is my handicap that I need to get over.

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