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It's said you aren't given more than you can handle and that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I should be able to bend steel. At this point you might say, "Do you think you're the only who has had problems? Look at this person, or you could be worse, or it beats the alternative." I understand others have had and do have their issues. But this is me. To quote Michael Corleone in Godfather 3, "This is not what I wanted!" It's the quality of MY life we are talking about here. I feel for
It's come to the point where I need to decide; do I have the surgery for L3-4 fusion? I was told ultimately I should be able to fence again. However chair fencing with it's twisting and leaning back and forth might not be considered the best sport for a fusion in that area. Let's just forget the cost of fencing. I've already missed the registration period for Milwaukee and I don't know if I'd be ready for Virginia Beach or even Minneapolis. (the one I really wanted to attend.)
Iíve been following the results of wheelchair nationals. I guess I miss it more than I thought I would. I still push for hospital rehabs to at least let us do a demo of seated fencing. I canít stand being in pain all the time. Call it what you want; peripheral neuropathy, pinched nerves, compressed discs, spinal stenosis. How about it just hurts?
We have tried spinal epidurals, medications (that only made me nauseous and itch) and starting next week we are going to try aqua therapy.
Iím in the midst of one of my better pity parties so get out now if you want.
I am still so broken up about having to retire from wheelchair fencing but the cost, the back pain and getting my butt kicked at every competition was too much for my fragile ego. Oh wipe some dirt on it and walk it off Darryl. I am going through my ďfor whom am I doing this?Ē Getting out is a trip to the Dr. or my workout a couple of times a week.
I signed up and am attending classes
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
After my second tear of my right ACL I wasnít sure in what sport I could compete. I decided to try fencing. I needed a sport that went forward and back and not side to side.
Being left handed I thought I might have an edge. I had always