Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, Suddenly so Much Makes Sense
To understand the latest diagnosis, I need to go back a few years. This is an excerpt from December 12, 2015 It's been several years since Jayde was forced to give up taking dance classes. It was a difficult decision, but in the long run, the three of us knew it was for the best. As much as she enjoyed dancing and golfing, it was apparent her body was not a fan. So when she came to me and said she was trying out for the cheerleading squad, I was leery, but I certainly wasn't going to discourage her. The week before the tryouts, she began preparing herself by stretching, exercising, and keeping herself hydrated. The first night, she came home so excited. That spark in her eye and fire in her belly was reminiscent of her dancing days. I loved it. Day two was similar; she went on for almost thirty minutes about the session, but the embers were steadily fading, and she started a steady dose of Advil and Tylenol and requested an Epsom salt bath. On day three, she had a considerable