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OverviewFull Product DetailsAuthor: Elizabeth Plourde, C.L.S., M.A.Publisher: New Voice Publications Imprint: New Voice Publications Dimensions: Width: 23.00cm , Height: 2.10cm , Length: 15.50cm Weight: 0.540kg ISBN: 9780966173543ISBN 10: 0966173546 Pages: 336 Publication Date: 01 April 2003 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: No Longer Our Product Availability: In Print This item will be ordered in for you from one of our suppliers. Upon receipt, we will promptly dispatch it out to you. For in store availability, please contact us. Table of ContentsReviewsAn excerpt: <br> What's horrifying is to watch the transformation that's going on, for every day I get further and further away from the person I was. I can't dance with my life anymore; now my life is a detour filled with obstacles, and I react extremely because I can't handle anything. I yell, I wince, I pace, I sigh. To live with good health would be ecstasy. To not have weird symptoms, to not have pain, to not have to have countless tests and doctor appointments and empty speculations about what's wrong (and why), would be ecstasy. To not have to pretend to be well would be ecstasy. To not have to worry about the body would be ecstasy. But the days of good health are probably over for me. I'm simply grateful that things aren't worse. I'm grateful that I can still be grateful, in spite of everything. It has been almost two years since the surgery. I keep hoping my body will bounce back, but it just doesn't bounce back. I simply have a different body now, a flawed and weakened body with eccentric symptoms, and that's the way it is. I need to embrace this, and travel on within this new reality. An excerpt: What's horrifying is to watch the transformation that's going on, for every day I get further and further away from the person I was. I can't dance with my life anymore; now my life is a detour filled with obstacles, and I react extremely because I can't handle anything. I yell, I wince, I pace, I sigh. To live with good health would be ecstasy. To not have weird symptoms, to not have pain, to not have to have countless tests and doctor appointments and empty speculations about what's wrong (and why), would be ecstasy. To not have to pretend to be well would be ecstasy. To not have to worry about the body would be ecstasy. But the days of good health are probably over for me. I'm simply grateful that things aren't worse. I'm grateful that I can still be grateful, in spite of everything. It has been almost two years since the surgery. I keep hoping my body will bounce back, but it just doesn't bounce back. I simply have a different body now, a flawed and weakened body with eccentric symptoms, and that's the way it is. I need to embrace this, and travel on within this new reality. Author InformationTab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |