Day 55.

At least she has her health, they all said. But she knew better. The inescapable, constant pain told her otherwise. Each breath, a stiletto-sharp pain slices across her back, lightening bolts shoot down her legs. Walking nearly impossible. But she just smiled her wide, beautiful smile that hid her daily torture. She'd known for years that something was wrong. Long before the pain became unending. It began with shimmers that were almost imaginary. Years passed and the almost imaginary shimmers became hints of something. Hints of something became a daily nuisance. A daily nuisance became a perpetual inner torture that only she knew.