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My bones are on fire. It's 5am on a Saturday. Normally I sleep in until 10 but on this day, a radiating pain from the tips of my toes to my fingertips startles me awake. I crawl to the bathroom. The pain in my joints won't let me crawl. I lay still as glass in the hallway, half hoping my husband hears my plaintive cries for help. I think about my son in the next room. The most important thing I have ever done and will ever do is nurture his precious life. I desperately want to get healthy so that I can be the mom I want to be. I think of my husband. The vows "in sickness and in health" take on a whole new meaning when you're sick. I'm glad I married a man who takes his marriage vows seriously. I think of my friends who've lovingly cared for my son in my absence, those who've dropped off meals so that I don't have to cook, and those who've offered words of encouragement and support. I love my friends. I'm grateful and humbled to be rendered helpless by pain. I'm praying for healing, for answers and for the courage to face whatever comes my way.