Degenerate, as in Discs

I'm sure you were all hoping I was going to admit to being a degenerate. Sorry to disappoint, but not today. What is degenerating are my discs in the lumber, and cervical regions of my spine. The thoracic could be up to anything, but so far it hasn't hobbled me. All of the degeneration is accompanied by a lovely form of arthritis which I most likely inherited. My paternal grandfather did end his life in a wheelchair.

Thankfully, today is 2009, and not 1957. In a way I feel a sense of relief because I no longer have to wonder why is it I can't stand, sit, lay, walk, or roll over without misery. And before anyone says, "it's because you're so fat," I asked the doctor and he said this was going to happen no matter your weight, but fat doesn't help matters.

A surprising outcome is I've learned that spiritual events coincide with physical events. It's very difficult to explain, but my inner self has shifted in relation to God, in a good way, but a definite shift. This came about as I was reconciling myself, before the tests, to any possible outcome. In some way it has made my prayer life feel more real than ever before.

As I said it can't be explained in words. I just wanted to get an entry here so you, my faithful few (note the clever allusion to Shakespeare) would not think I had forgotten that it was up to me to update this blog from time to time. So, pray for me, as I pray for you. And more updates to come. There might even be a series on some saints, if you are good boys and girls. haha!