Encouraged by these rapid improvements, I kept up with the routine. Within a week, I was able to tie Jake's shoes without wincing, and I could mix dough without feeling like my hands were on fire. It was like a miracle.
The real turning point came two weeks later when I volunteered to bake for the school fundraiser—an event I had dreaded last year because I feared I couldn't handle it.
The fundraiser was a huge success. I baked hundreds of cookies without pain, numbness, and tingling. Comments on how delicious everything tasted reminded me of the joys my condition had nearly stolen.
Seeing me integrate back into our family life and community, Mark and Jake breathed a collective sigh of relief. Jake, who had been quietly worrying, now beamed with pride as he helped me bake.
"I'm really proud of you, Mom," he said one evening as we prepared breakfast together. "You didn't give up, and look at everything you're doing now!"
His words meant the world to me, and I hugged him, feeling tears prick my eyes.
It wasn't just the physical relief Frost Aid® had brought; it was the emotional resilience it had instilled in our family. We were stronger together, ready to face any challenges ahead.
