Pelvic pain & no panties in a Polar Vortex

One of our final nights in Albuquerque

On the road to Chicago

Unloading our truck during a blizzard

We had downsized from a large house into a garage apartment

Snow. Was. Everywhere. And I couldn't wear undies or pants.

We sold all of our furniture in Albuquerque and replaced it with IKEA basics.

Most of the time, I was in a wheelchair -- walking only when absolutely necessary.

Careful to conserve our money for my medical care, we didn't buy a sofa til 10 months after our move.

The fourth and final installment of my guest blogs for the Women's Health Foundation, documenting my arrival in Chicago and my recovery with Sandy Hilton and Dr. Frank Tu.  Read on!

My last post ended with my arrival in Chicago.  After a two-day, cross-country drive from New Mexico, our UHaul pulled into town.  We arrived in the midst of the 2014 Polar Vortex, the coldest winter that Chicago had seen in 30 years.  My pain was so severe that I couldn’t wear pants or underwear, and the thick sheet of ice covering most of the city didn’t make it any easier to walk normally or navigate a wheelchair.

My husband and I unpacked our UHaul as the snow poured down, and then, surrounded by boxes, we sat on the floor of our apartment (above someone’s garage) and sipped hot chocolate.  What had we done?

Read the full story on the WHF blog here!