Diagnosis.

I have arthritis in my knee.
At the ripe old age of 24, I have arthritis.
My doctor is going to send me to physical therapy in hopes that it will help.
They did xrays on Friday which I should hear back about tomorrow.
So far, no surgery.
This good.
Still, it’s scary.
I noticed in class Thursday that I was too afraid of pain to try and push my right side very much.
This is a hindrance.
A million and 17 fears ran through my brain.

I can’t let those define me.
I am more than arthritis.
I am more than any ailment that tries to come against me.
And I’m gonna dance, gosh darn it.