It was 2011, our little boy was 5 years old, and our life was the stuff of dreams. I was a stay-at-home mom, and I filled my days playing with our son, growing vegetables in our immense garden, and spending time with my husband and family on the weekends.
Our days were filled with song and happy times. Then, it happened. My son was in his last weeks of preschool when I hurt my neck, or so it seemed at the time.
It felt sore around the voice box, as though I had somehow pulled the muscles there. Being a registered nurse and a massage therapist, I know how to address these kinds of problems, so I treated it with rest and ice, but it did not respond. Every day, the pain got worse, and within 2 weeks, I was completely disabled. I was unable
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