It doesn’t scare me.
In fact, pain intrigues me.
This wasn’t always the case.
At 16 years old I was suddenly in such constant, excruciating pain.
I didn’t have a choice but figure out how to deal with it.
After two brain surgeries, five spinal taps, a fractured spine, an infection in my brain, too many needle pricks and IV’s to count, fear was known. I knew pain so well I could practically call him my best friend.
People fear the unknown. Pain was no longer the unknown.
I know that pain will come and go and I know that pain won’t kill me. I know that pain is temporary and relative. I know that pain is more in the mind than of the body.
When in the hospital they show you a chart with smiley faces ranging from 1-10. Number one has a big smile and number ten is grimacing in pain.
Number 10 couldn’t do justice for the pain I experienced as a 16 year old.
But I survived, I lived through it. So what pain that is to come can I not handle?
I know I can handle pain. I know pain. Pain does not scare me.
In fact, I take much pride in my ability to conquer pain, to not fear pain.
Because I know pain.