How Short Life Is

It’s been awhile since I have been able to write. My worst fear was realized the night I wound up in the E.R. in excruciating pain, in a MRI scanner.

My skin felt as if it was on fire, I was having shortness of breath, and my body was swollen so much I was having trouble walking and moving. The MRI as it warmed up got hotter making my pain and skin so bad, that it looked like a sunburn. As I lay there just trying to get through it my first thoughts were about my family, trying to get through this and get better so I can be there for my family. The last place I wanted to be was in a hospital. I have spent enough time in the hospital over the years. First they thought this was neurological issue, then vestibular disorder, then finally I found out it was Rheumatoid Arthritis.

The pain was so bad I have not been able to write, type, play my violin, or guitar. My fingers have been still hurting, but I am hopeful now that I have started treatment. I am pushing through the pain to do what I love to keep my mind off of things. I have started to write once again and play violin, and guitar.

I don’t know why this happened, no one in my family has a history of this. My other thought when I was in that MRI was, I have so many more stories to tell, so many more memories to make with my loved ones. It was just a reminder to me of how short life is-  It is important do what we love, and spent time with the people we love. One day our hands won’t work. One day our lips won’t move. One day we will be still, and there will be silence where there was once hope.