Early on the Friday before the start of school, my teenage daughters and I lingered in our pajamas over a breakfast of ham and cheese omelets as we talked about doing something fun for the Labor Day weekend. “I still have to finish one more work project that’s due on Tuesday, so I better shower and get to it,” I said.
I stepped into the tub, thinking about my work commitments and the start of a new school year. Summer had come and gone too quickly, and I hoped to salvage the long holiday weekend for something other than work.
Like any other morning, I reached down to wash my legs. But unlike any other morning, something popped in my back. My left leg and foot immediately went numb, and I felt searing, excruciating pain in my back. The slightest attempt to move intensified the agony.
Bent over in the tub while the hot water continued running, I was imprisoned by pain. My attempts to scream for help failed because every breath deepened the affliction.
As I realized my predicament, alarm set in. Since I wasn’t home alone, I knew rescue would come sooner rather than later, but the pain was frightening.
Half an hour later, I heard a beautiful sound on the other side of the closed bathroom door. “Mom? Mom?” Thankfully, she had a request that sent her in search of me. And, she found me-immobile, naked, wet, and crying.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Get your sister. I need you both.” Read More