It was cold that day; snow and ice covered the ground. Mixed feelings of fear and excitement filled me as I walked the few blocks from the hotel to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. Excitement because I was at the Mayo Clinic, a famous medical institution. Fear because I had an appointment with a specialist to discuss the possibility of surgery on my hands. A surgery that was to be the first of many to repair the destruction rheumatoid arthritis would do to my joints.
Impressions and feelings flood my mind as I put my life story on paper. My memories are sometimes vivid, sometimes vague. As the process continues, my mind takes control and “picks and chooses” what it wants me to write, so I’m not sure where my story will end. I hope you enjoy this discovery of old and new memories.
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