A mysterious limp when I was five would be diagnosed as a rare genetic disease, foreshadowing decades of excruciating bone pain and accelerating immobility. In my mid-forties not even the most sophisticated medical technology could detect my bone density, which shocked me into digging deep inside to tackle longstanding, but often ignored, personal angers and sorrows and choose between submitting to a life of ongoing pain and desperation or propelling myself into healing and liberation.