The paperwork involved in getting funding and charitable status is a bit more than I can manage. Getting help with that is my holiday gift from Mom.
Designing a web page is essential to getting any message across. After months of flailing, a design suddenly came together that includes everything we need. (Details and testing are still in process.)
A hurricane hit as I was preparing for my journey. Apart from a few bad pain days and a localized power outage that provided some enforced rest, it’s gone easy on me (so far).
I might be able to get some small-business breaks from my bank and phone company (and if I do, I’ll link them.)
The clouds are clearing in more ways than one.
Curiously, I’ve started wondering what I’d do if I no longer had CRPS. I realized that, given how much has been beaten out of me and how much under the surface has been revealed, I’d probably NOT sink back into anxious denial and run as far from this as possible (as many with solid remissions do.).
I could be wrong but I think I’d stay in the thick of it, riding herd on this project with the power and vigor of an _able-bodied_ person — one who doesn’t take it for granted — and keep working a cure for everybody who has it.
None of us is free until all of us are free. I feel it in my bones. Even a perfect remission won’t take me off this road. That well-honed determination will keep me in the game. And, with a structure & funding to back me up, it’s hard to see how any success could stop me.
But what do I know? I’m still in the thick of the illness as well as the work. No point in imagining that things are different, but it’s fun to think about.
Dreaming is free, and when barriers seem to be rearing up only to fall away, anything is possible.