Shared by Dorothy Kutt, AIM Member
Many years ago, my ankle started giving me trouble. My doctor had it X-rayed and determined it was arthritis. I was in my fifties at the time. The ankle was swollen, and there was an awful lot of pain that was so bad I could barely walk. Clients had to be brought to me at the credit union where I worked. Before the arthritis, I would always go out to greet them. Just couldn’t do it anymore. Of course, I could have taken pills that my doctor said would make me sick, so I didn’t.
Now I used to get my nails done by a woman whose mother-in-law had cancer. When she noticed my difficulty with walking, she asked me what was wrong. I told her it was arthritis. She gave me a massage, which helped, but it wasn’t the answer. At one point…
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