It's been almost 3 years since I had surgery on my shoulder. I used to think it began that day in March 2013 when I fell off the treadmill and shredded what was left of my rotator cuff, but I've come to know that it started long before that. Over the years, other falls, overuse or misuse worked on that part of my shoulder, weakening it little by little till the fall finished it off along with the bicep muscle that had been attached to it. Then, suddenly, I was in pain and I couldn't raise my arm or extend it fully. I couldn't lift what I had been able to. I'd pushed it beyond its limit and it snapped. I consulted with one doctor who wasn't too concerned. After all, I was nearly 60 - ready for a rocking chair on a porch somewhere, I suppose. When I asked him what he'd do if he was in my position, he laughingly said he'd probably have surgery, if it affected his golf game. His golf game. Thanks for caring. So, I talked to my sister-in-law who...
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