Spending Christmas Day in the hospital is not make an enjoyable Christmas. 2016 was not a good year. Let's back up some first. For over 10yearsI needed no anti inflammatories for my RA. Tylenol was all I needed and only occasionally. In the summer of 2014, my pain level increased drastically. I stated taking anti inflammatory medication. January of 2015 a few days after we took down all the Christmas decorations, pain started in my back. I had to start using a walker. Ex rays showed the RAwas in my spine. I started going to a spinal clinic for physical therapy. It helped. I was also placed on an stronger opioid for pain. I never returned to the mobility I had in 2014. I still use a walker. It is called a bench walk. There are arms rests attached to both sides as I can not crip with my hands. This uses my for arms for support.I was placed on a stronger opioid. On December 23,2015 as I was exiting the therapeutic pool, I fell. Charlie was helping me into my power wheel chair, the power button was bumped. I was knocked down. My first ride in an ambulance. It was a short ride, a few blocks. Traction for the night. Surgery at 7 am on the 24th. My left femur was broken. That is the large bone from the knee to hip. It was very painful. There was a large pin placed in the bone, boltedto my artificial knee and at the upper thigh. It became clear before surgery that no one was coming from church to pray with me. I asked for a staff pastor. Praying in the name of Jesus is all that is required. My daughter gave me a twelve inch tree with mini lights. Family and friends visited but no one from my church family. The health care workers tried very hard to convince me I should go to a nursing home for rehab. I refused. They finally agreed to let me go home. An ice storm was expected to come. Theice started on our way home. Charlie helped me into the regular wheel chair. By the time we got into the house, my lap was covered with ice. But I was home. In my comfortable chair with my Christmas tree. This year, 2016 has been difficult. My Aunt LuLu passed in September and Uncle Lewis in October. Other little health issues came. By June, I was able to stop the opioid pain medication. In the coming year, 2017 I am praying for a good year. I want to be able to sit in my glider and enjoy my white lilac that is near the back door. Realalisticly I know I do not have that many more years. I know there are many who have a difficult life to walk in this life. Some are harder than mine.