I discovered swimming late in life.
I found a moment for me at the local outdoor pool.
At 5.30 am, I would be there.
Two laps to warm up, eighteen to stretch and feel the 'zen'.
Flowing with the water, mind blank, eyes closed.
Just me and the water.
Up turn and back. Up turn and back.
Then my left shoulder sparked bright white pain.
I was told to stop swimming.
I had an examination by ultrasound.
Months of physio exercises.
A perfectly placed cortisone injection.
No relief.
I give in.
I want to swim again.
I need it.
Today I talk with a surgeon.