It is a little after 2am. I have an appointment at 9am, but here I am wide awake. Tomorrow I am having an MRI done on my lower back. This MRI will determine if I will have to have back surgery. I am so ready to get this thing over with, but scared of the results.
Last weekend I was at a funeral and talked to many of my friends. Several people that I know were complaining of various ailments which were causing them difficulties. I was very sympathetic to each of them because I know how rough chronic pain is to the sufferer. What was somewhat upsetting, though was the age of these people. Most were in there 60’s. One was 92. I am 33. I am too young to feel this old. If I feel this way now, what will I be like at 60?
I am usually one of the most positive people you could ever meet, but sometimes I have to admit that I am downright scared of what the future holds. But whatever it is, I plan to face it bravely and with a smile. Life may be painful at times, but every breath is a blessing and another opportunity to keep Living the American Dream.