I felt extremely helpless. I felt like a burden to my children who were already busy trying to make a living halfway across the world. To be honest with you, the loneliness and the pain became so severe that I almost wanted to give up on living.
I tried everything the doctors recommended: Town clinics, large hospitals, physical therapy, medications… you name it, I paid for it. When I added it all up — my savings, my pension, plus the extra money my sons sent from Australia — the total must have reached nearly $20,000. Even after all that money, I was still waking up every night in pain.