Growing up, Twistars USA was my playground.  I spent 25-30 hours there a week doing gymnastics with my closest friends and coaches.

Tomorrow I walk back onto that playground with my sister.  Changed as an athlete.  Changed in body.  Changed as a person. 

I did it.  After my previous post this week about writer’s block, I finally submitted my first piece of writing in a contest.  Who knew 300 words or less would give me so many new gray hairs?!  Who knew that writing 300 words would take 6 hours today, and multiple attempts in the last month?

Happy Anniversary to us! 

I am proud of us. 

That pretty much sums up how I feel on our anniversary this year…and what a year it has been. 

This week I feel I like I finally hit my stride with physical therapy.  I felt like I was an actual athlete again for a moment.  That feeling is a high, let me tell you.

This time around, it is comforting that there is a plan in place.  It is comforting that we actually know what is wrong. 

In my first round of PT from July to October, I would go to each session and we would try so many different things, not understanding why I was getting so sick with standing up exercises, and why it felt like my body just kept breaking down and falling apart no matter what I did.  I was living in a fear-gripped bubble at each session, as I was being tested for MS, ALS, other neuromuscular diseases, nutrition deficiencies, vasculitis, etc (throughout the same time frame of these therapy sessions)…