New stage, new gear, complete gentleness

A couple of weeks ago I went to my routine check up. I try to stay completely positive. I try to be the most optimistic I can be. But, I was hit with some hard news. Life with a chronic illness means there isn't a shortage of hard/ bad news. I flashed back to when I was originally diagnosed. I was frozen with fear and the prospect of what life held. I was told that my current regime of medication isn't working to stop the progression. So, I came home and I pouted. I felt sorry for myself. I was upset about my circumstances.  And then I "put my big girl pants on", and decided it was time to get this show on the road. I let my crooked fingers do the walking, and did what I do best.....research. I researched the next phase of my disease. My discs in my back are deteriorating, my fingers are twisting under themselves (lateral deviation instability ), and the tendons in my ankle are separated from the recent injury. The doctor said that physical therapy would help, and being that I had a great teacher/ therapist, I went back to my original therapist. So far, her knowledge has helped me in more ways than I could imagine. But, the best part of all, I get to start sporting some new gear!