
07/18/2025
When you are healthy, you have many problems.
When you are sick, you have only one.”
I’ve been sitting with these wise words a lot lately.
Literally—sitting—on a heating pad from Friday through Sunday, unable to walk without tears in my eyes and loud cries of “Ouch!”
Excruciating pain from sciatica, severely cramped glutes, numb legs, tingling feet.
It took over my entire being.
I went to the doctor, got an X-ray—diagnosis: arthritis, stenosis.
Prescribed Meloxicam, an anti-inflammatory.
Three days later, I felt a bit better.
But I walked like I was 180 years old, still aching all over.
Then came another blow—sky-high blood pressure.
Turns out the medication was the culprit.
Doctor said to stop immediately.
So here I am. Still in pain. But stable. Healing.
It hasn’t gotten worse, and that is something.
In these raw, humbling moments, my mind wandered to those living in wheelchairs, those confined to beds, those enduring chronic pain every day of their lives.
My empathy has grown in ways I didn’t expect.
And I’ve been counting my blessings.
Grateful for the loving people in my life.
Grateful for every note, every message from those I’ve touched along the way.
And above all, grateful to be reminded—again—
that health is a gift we don’t fully value…
until it’s taken from us.