Sometime in my 50’s my back started hurting.
I tried to wait it out, but when it didn’t stop, I started making doctor appointments.
One specialist after another either played down my pain as “Simply part of getting old…”
…Or tried to sell me on 5-figure surgeries that “might” help.
Needless to say, as the pain got worse, I wasted a small fortune looking for relief…
The scans, the x-rays, the stupid exercises–I did it all.
But the one thing I never got?
An actual answer for why this was even happening to me in the first place.
I’d always taken care of myself, walked daily, and stayed in good shape…
But it’s not like I ever got into extreme sports like bungee jumping or cliff diving.
Yet somehow, here I was in my 50s with my body giving out on me.
As years went by and I got worse, my world started to shrink until I had no social life at all…
You can only cancel plans with friends so many times before they stop inviting you to things…
And you can only miss so many soccer games and dance recitals before your grandkids start wondering if you even care.