I was born with kidney cancer.  At the age of 2 I was cut across  my fascia bands in my abdomen to remove the cancerous kidney.  At the age of 16 I was told that I was developing Scoliosis and needed to have my back operated on so that it would not cripple me as I got older.  They told me that I would be in a back cast for a year so that report put a damper on my high school sports activities. I told them I was not interested in doing that so I was notified if I did not have this procedure done that by the time I was 40 I would be in a wheel chair with arthritis so bad that I would not be able to walk. By 27 I began to slip vertebrate and those words some how always rang in my ears.  I was told that as long as I was active then I would be fine but if I led a sedative lifestyle I would become crippled.  BOY WHERE THEY RIGHT! PAIN!!!!! Every day of my mid twenties to early thirties was achy, arthritic PAIN!!!!  I knew no other way of life and I thought that the rest of my living days would be a consist reminder of that prognosis I got many years earlier in my youth.  The scar tissue in my abdomen began to spread through my entire body and I was literally being pulled down. My right rib cage began to scrape my right hip bone when I was in a sitting position. YUCK!  That's a very weird feeling!  My range of motion slowly began to lessen and my right shoulder became stuck.  I was becoming glued down on my insides!  I grew into many injuries because of my hips being so twisted.  My left knee ended up with the brut of compensation.  I could no longer make side to side motions or my left knee cap would roll out of place and BAM, on the floor I would go!  I had to learn how to modify my life around my inability to move.  THAT SUCKED! I was put on pain killers and muscle relaxers.  They helped numb the pain but never fixed anything.  They only created more problems.  The pain killers began to erode my esophagus and stomach lining while the muscle relaxers began to give me involuntary muscle twitches.  I was even more achy from the left over side effects of the medicines after the effects of the drugs wore off.  I remember praying and asking God to help me figure out my body because I did not want to have to have back surgery and endure that pain and recovery or give my body another reason to have more scar tissue from another cut.  My answered pray came in the form of MASSAGE THERAPY and CHIROPRATIC CARE!  I decided to go to school after 17 years out of high school to learn how to care for myself.  That moment will forever be one of the best decisions I have made for myself  in my life and for my life!