Physical Therapy hurts—sometimes. But it helps—all the time. I have had chronic back issues since before my first back surgery in 2005. I’ve had three and hope I’m not looking at number four in the near future.

I’ve been going to PT (yes, it might stand for pain and torture) for several weeks now and it has helped a lot. After a few falls this year, I had an x-ray, then an MRI, and now surgery has been suggested—again. The disks are deteriorating. Maybe it’s not time yet, but the MRI did explain a few things. The therapist is very gentle and concerned, and then he gives me exercise to do. The degenerative spine disease has raised its ugly head again and he is apprehensive.

Surgery is the last thing I want, and I really need some relief. My legs get weak and wobbly, and I can’t walk for long periods anymore.

And it makes me mad. I’ve always been active. I am now retired and want to travel, but that means a lot of walking to site see. And my legs aren’t up for it, which makes me more determined to take care of myself.

I’m not a couch potato. I want to be active. I have a gym membership that has gone unused for a few months now and I want to get back to it.

I’m trying to get in to see the surgeon and get his opinion. I don’t want this, but I don’t want to end up in a wheelchair if I don’t take care of myself. I’m too active for that. I’ll fight until my last breath to remain on my feet. That is what God gave them to me for.

What are you reading, writing, exercising, or creating this week?