I’m thinking lately of this scripture, love is patient, love is kind….
I used to hear this, all the time, at weddings, I had it in my own wedding.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, when I grew up, I put away childish things.
Chronic pain will force you to put away childish things.
Chronic pain will make you realize what matters most.
Chronic pain will make you angry.
Chronic pain will make you think about giving up the things that don’t matter, the people who don’t matter.
Chronic pain cuts life down to essential questions, like who will hang with you, when you’re on the floor, screaming in pain, makeup off, defenses down, hope vanquished.
Chronic pain will cut the shards of life into fragments of seconds, one twist forward, one breath of fresh wind blowing against your cheeks, a singular thought of your babies born and growing, and the love that never leaves you.
When I was a child, I thought like a child, I spoke like a child.
I have given up childlike ways and the children I used to play with.
Chronic pain is a grown-up sport, and from now on I’m playing with the grownups.