Finding Strength: Cipro Story

Strength is what I do not have.

Three years ago I had a reaction to a common antibiotic, Cipro. I was unable to walk or care for myself without assistance. I have improved, but recovery often seems like an unattainable dream.

I get discouraged. My strength has been stolen.

I miss things. Shopping with my daughter for prom dresses via text message is not the same.  I miss my family. I miss their moments and celebrations. You can’t hug when you are in different locations.

It is rare for my good days to coincide with days out. Struggling sucks the joy out. Thank goodness for online shopping. The UPS man probably thinks, “Lady, why don’t you make one big order a month already.”

During the past three years I have been occupied fighting my every day battles. On the counter right now I have several lidless containers because when I finally do get one open, the lid tends to slip away and land on the floor. You know what? Jars do fine with a bit of plastic wrap to cover the opening, and I planned on taking another vitamin tomorrow so it’s all right. However, someone really needs to pick up under the kitchen table.

The tendons and joints in my body often swell now, so any given day may be ice pack worthy. The amount of ace bandages make me look like a mummy at times. My downhill slide has been a bumpy one, with one thing following another. Challenges pop up as if falling were not already hard enough. I suppose if you’re going to go down, make it spectacular.

When I think about the physical grind it can seem like all I’ve done is shuffle along. Remember that Tim Conway old man skit? But during these three years I have had my Rocky Moments as well. Imagine that old man doing the fist pump to Gonna Fly Now. Yeah! That’s what I did the first time I managed handicap steps instead of a ramp. Go me!

I have my own speed now.

I fought a huge battle for my son, too much to get into here, but moms and dads know. Someone decided to get in the way of my child’s progress. Mistake. I fought for a year and it was one of the hardest battles I’ve ever been in. There were many prayers and tears. In the end we finally got his chance, what was rightfully his. Nothing was wrong with my voice. I made phone calls until I found a way.

He is running with that chance. Does it matter if his steps are a little slow at times? Nope. Cue Gonna Fly Now. We will fist pump together. Go son!

After I regained enough health, I completed writing two novels and started a third. Wow. I impressed myself. Sometimes I had to use speech to text. I thought I would never get Dragon trained. What a formatting mess. But words got onto the page.

I am sure the most eloquent prose ever spoken has been forever lost, mangled by my computer’s inability to master the southern accent.

The trick is to get words on paper by any means possible. Spiral notebooks were always in my bed so I could reach them. I learned to put them on their own pillow. Temperamental, they are.

I joined an accountability group and committed to a minimum of words written on my novel per day. Once you give yourself permission to take small steps and plod away you will be amazed at what you can do.

These accomplishments only came about through prayer and persistence.

Other good things of note happened these last three years. My middle son became a proud homeowner. The oldest is building a house, the youngest boy started college, and Baby Girl has found her calling.

It’s enough to make one dizzy, this fast crawl.

None of my strength comes from myself. It’s plain to see I have none. What I have is a destiny. And I have my own pace, even if it is a slow shuffle.

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None of my strength comes from myself . . on pink boxing gloves

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  1. How devastating that must be to have an adverse reaction to an antibiotic.
    However, your uplifting spirit is very contagious 🙂

    Sounds like your kids are doing great!
    Don’t worry too much about UPS. We have a neighbor that gets deliveries daily!
    They just live in a simple house, nothing special. Makes you wonder!
    But, it’s an elderly couple, so I suppose they have lots of online orders.

    Thank you for the visit from Literacy Musing Mondays!

    1. Thanks for stopping by and for your kind words, Michelle! The ups man is here so much I wonder if we should invite him for Easter dinner.
      That one click shopping is addictive and way too easy.

  2. Thanks for sharing your story, Donna. I really didn’t realize that you were still having such severe problems. I’m sorry about that. You are brave an determined – what an awesome combination of character traits. Keep up the good work. Hope to see your novels I print soon.


    1. Thanks for your prayers and continued support, Judy. I appreciate you so much. I hope to have exciting book news soon. In any event, I am pleased with myself for writing THE END on those two I finished! It’s a wonderful feeling.

  3. What an incredible story of strength and determination and reliance on God who gives the strength and grace needed for every situation. I love your reference to the “Rocky” theme. I pray that God will continue to strengthen you and grant healing. It sounds like such a struggle to have to go through day in and day out. Your faith and trust in God just shines through your words. Congratulations on getting two novels done and almost another one! That’s exciting! Blessings to you, dear one. I’m visiting from #RaRaLinkup.

    1. Thanks for the prayers, Gayl! I think it’s God’s faith in me that keeps me going. Please do continue praying. Prayers and faith are what keep all of us holding it together and fighting on.

  4. I recently took Cipro and read of the possible side -effects and freaked out a little. I have a sulfa allergy so that is what they gave me instead.

    1. Yes, it is scary. Need to read all the info and keep informed so we can make good choices. Thanks for stopping by, Crystal. Hope you are well.

  5. Thank you for sharing your story and for the encouragement it offers! It is amazing how fast we can crawl when we commit to it, and when we give our struggles to God 🙂

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