Today we ended the last of the therapy…on my shoulder. After seven months. In this case, not because it is totally 100%, but that there is little more to gain. The problem just has to settle down on its own.
But seven months is nothing. I can drive, think, walk and talk… what’s to complain about? For many seven months is just the beginning. But I will mark the milestone and get on with my life.
Not that I will forget, or forget the many who are just entering that dark tunnel.
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