Just when I thought life could be any worse, it took such a nose dive it shook me to my core.
It was Thursday, the day of my urology appointment. When I was wheeled into his office in a wheel chair, he was shocked and his face said it all.
“You were only here a few weeks ago, and you walked into my office. What has happened?”
I knew something was wrong when he said he couldn’t find any life or reflexes in my legs. As he examined me, his face grew more serious.
As I sat there, trying not to cry with desperation, he picked up the phone and rang another department. Over the next few hours, I was prodded and poked, and tests were done. Finally, I was admitted to the Orthopaedic department. I ended up having an MRI, which revealed a seriously squashed nerve in my spine. They decided that surgery was out of the question, very dangerous at my age, and the recovery would take too long.
What I needed to do was doable. Plenty of physiotherapy and a new prescription, one designed to numb the suffering nerve.
So this is all down to me. I must exercise like never before, every day and pray that new pill works…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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