On a recent morning, in those semi-conscious seconds of initial awareness, there was an unfamiliar stillness, a silence and peace that made me question where I was.  I opened my eyes to see that I was where I am each morning, in my bed, in my house.  Everything looked as it always does, nothing was out of place.  As I stirred, it came to me that I was not in searing pain, for the first time in months.  It was a surreal calmness in contrast to weeks upon weeks of beginning each day with discouraging discomfort caused by all my muscles stiffening as I sleep.  While most of my body aches in the morning, my lower back cries in pain.

The source of difference in this particular morning was the treatment I receive from a health care provider.  Three times a week I have ‘light touch’ chiropractic sessions.  The practitioner, sympathizing with my continuous stiffness and pain, tried something new.  And, it worked – if only for a day!  Still, it is a gift of hope to think that I might be closer to finding a way to combat the pain I experience in the first moments of conscious thought each day. 

Dealing with chronic illness is a battle of wit as much as anything else.  It is a contest for the upper hand.  Most days I take the advantage.  But, this summer has been the biggest challenge so far.  The morning pain has been persistent and intense, and keeping ahead of it has been a trial.  

Since that peaceful morning, my figurative and literal step is lighter, my smile is broader, and I’ve regained the upper hand.  Hope is a powerful force.

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