One of the early losses due to “the fire in my bones” was my ability to travel and speak.
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One of the early losses due to “the fire in my bones” was my ability to travel and speak.
Something deep within me has made a connection between my life and this poem, a distant memory that offers a way of understanding my life.
In the early years, I was on my own with the losses, fighting the pain every day, watching my life burn to the ground, and compiling a list of grievances against God and the world.
Only when the adrenaline rush is over can we begin to count our losses: the things we can’t replace and the fire’s impact on us: mind, body, and soul.
Lush green lawns turned light brown and flower gardens withered, including mine—except for the drought tolerant weeds and evergreen cedars reaching up to the eaves of my house.
Nearly fifty percent of doctoral students in the arts (including biblical literature) fail to finish their degrees within ten years.
As an undergraduate at ACU I discovered an unexpected enthusiasm for my studies of the Old Testament and the Hebrew language.
After my fourth surgery, I began to experience dreams that I had resigned my university tenure and gone back to pastor a church, nightmares that left me panicked and afraid.
With a diagnosis of CRPS my best hope was physical therapy, where I would learn the true meaning of the cliché “No pain, No gain.”
Not much is fair about chronic pain, least of all sucker-punches that hit without warning: a new development after my second surgery.
My first surgery in July of 2007, was billed as a Tarsal Tunnel Release based on a diagnosis of Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome,
Lord, I’m not ready to say thank you,
to express gratitude for CRPS;