hey sandy!

I understand the pain. OK. now...u  know it is ok to cry or laugh.
Please .Are u stretching?? Try water to stretch in. If u can not get to
a pool, then stretch while u are sitting. Play some music Try aleve??

Love,
nancy /cleveland

Sandra Norris wrote:
>
> The Tug-of-War is on. I am finding myself pushing and pulling at my emotions
> today. Or should I say that the Pd is doing the pushing and the pulling.
> Tonight and to be honest, most of the day I have been in a battle of wills.
> The overwhelming pain this evening is trying to get me to succumb to
> self-pity. The Spirit that lives within me is rising up and reaching out for
> the strength to triumph in this fight for self-preservation. Pain can be a
> wicked thing. A dark, black place, that wishes to consume my will, my mind.
> I am struggling to preserve my mental strength. I am struggling to preserve
> the healthiness that still resides in my body. I will not relinquish my
> fortitude. Self-pity can be just as wicked as pain. As the tears, the
> healing tears flow again this evening, I will make the active choice to
> think of more positive thoughts. Being involved with other plwps helps.
> Identifying with your pain and anguish strengthens my compassion for others.
> This suffering, this pain, acts as a nutrient, a fertilizer, to enable the
> compassion to well up within me in eagerness to pour forth a kinship that
> can relate without even speaking words aloud. Courage can be born from
> adversity. It can only benefit the soul to strive to see the beauty in this
> ugly war. Beauty in pain? Beauty in crying aloud? Beauty in my body being
> twisted with dyskinesia? When I am suffering the most, it is then that God
> brings to me the thought of a beautiful field of flowers, the vision of the
> way the sun sets on the ocean. When I cry out in pain, it is then that God
> speaks to my heart saying, "I am here my child; you are not alone." When I
> feel the dyskinesia is at its ugliest, I am reminded that it is not our
> outward appearance that touches the heart of God. What is important is what
> the pain causes to pour forth from my heart. I heard on the national news of
> a "miracle baby" in Kentucky. A pregnant woman was involved in a violent
> automobile accident. Her unborn child was literally ripped from her body
> with the umbilical chord intact. The baby is still alive. Imagine that
> mother's pain. God allowed her pain to be transformed into the beauty of
> life. I wish to leave you with the admiration in my heart and compassion in
> my heart for all of you. I admire each one of you that are still putting one
> foot in front of the other. I admire each one of you that reach out; because
> it is in the reaching out that makes us strong. It takes more strength and
> courage to reach toward something or someone instead of sitting idle in
> self-pity. When your tears fall may they be caught by the hand of a loving
> friend and put into a well that a rainbow can be seen over. Much love and
> hope....Sandy