One of the early losses due to “the fire in my bones” was my ability to travel and speak.
All tagged memoir 'fire in my bones'
Episode 18: Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”
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.
"Catch and Release" - Learning to Live with Loss
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.
Learning to Speak "Basset Hound" or What we Lost in the Fire
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.
Where There's Smoke...There's Losing It All
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.
Burning Buns and Dreams that Come True
Nearly fifty percent of doctoral students in the arts (including biblical literature) fail to finish their degrees within ten years.
The Affair That Ended My Ministry
As an undergraduate at ACU I discovered an unexpected enthusiasm for my studies of the Old Testament and the Hebrew language.
(Story Day) Warning: Pastor Burning
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.
(Story Day) And Now a Word from Our Sponsor: Pain
We now pause to bring you a word from our sponsor, the one who makes our story possible: Pain.
Hope, Despair, and the Suicide Disease
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.”
A Diagnosis
Not much is fair about chronic pain, least of all sucker-punches that hit without warning: a new development after my second surgery.
Sparks of Hope
My first surgery in July of 2007, was billed as a Tarsal Tunnel Release based on a diagnosis of Tarsal Tunnel Syndrome,
(Story Day) Ghosts that Haunt
By the time I went into surgery on July 19th (2007), I had completed my trips to San Antonio, Austin, Malibu, and St. Petersburg, Russia.
(Story Day) From Russia with Love
The weekend between classes I went to see the city accompanied by my guide. We walked to the Winter Palace with a slight detour through the Palace Square.
Now Hear This - Listen to Story Day!
You may now listen to each of the first five episodes of A Fire in My Bones: A Memoir of Life with CRPS as read by the author (me).
(Story Day) Land of the White Nights
The first half of the New Year (2007) came with the most exciting and demanding speaking schedule I had ever accepted.
(Story Day) The Year of the Stress Fracture
With my diagnosis from Dr. C— in hand, I picked up my useless left shoe, replaced by the big black walking boot.
(Story Day) In the Beginning ... there was Pain
I’m convinced that God was the first to flinch, the first to feel pain, while it took some time before humans had a clue what they had done to themselves and their world.
(Friday is Story Day) ... My Best Day (2)
As I lay motionless on the emergency room bed, unable to feel a thing from my toes to my shoulders, it suddenly occurred to me that we might have a problem.
(Friday is Story Day) My Best Day: 7 Years Ago this Week
By the time Dana got me to the Emergency Room, I was paralyzed from the neck down—I couldn’t move or feel a thing from my shoulders to my toes.