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Mahalia Jackson grew up singing gospel music. Therefore, it is no wonder that the rest of his life revolved around her too. Mahalia Jackson was born on October 26, 1911 to John A. Charity Clark Jackson and New Orleans. His father was a minister and a barber. When Mahalia was only four years old, she began singing at Plymouth Rock Baptist Church father. When his mother died soon after, Mahalia was sent to live with her aunt Mahalia religious named Paul. Aunt Mahalia only allowed gospel music to be sung or played at home. That rule was well with her niece, because he heard singing religious songs around the house. When Mahalia was 16 years old, he moved to Chicago. There he became a housewife in order to earn a living. He continued singing! He joined the Greater Salem Baptist Church. And she was connected with a group of gospel singers, who went from village to village. Between the church and the group soon found enough Mahalia singing concert to maintain a full schedule. His big break came for the first time after she sang with the Prince Johnson Singers. It was then that he began recording for Decca Records Mahalia. The year was 1937. Then he recorded songs with the Apollo label. Finally, in 1954, the booming voice of Mahalia got him a contract with Columbia Records. (She stayed with them until 1967.) Mahalia also became the host of his own CBS radio show in the same year. Some of his most popular songs include: Nobody Knows the Trouble I've seen, How I Got Over The Last Supper, His eye is on the sparrow, has the whole world in his hands, and the Lord's Prayer. The New Orleans woman, who had only eighth grade education, he finally found his place in the spotlight as America's greatest singer of the gospel. Now a program full of even more busy singing on the radio, on television shows like Ed Sullivan Show and in concert halls around the country. Mahalia even had the great honor of singing at the ball from John F. Kennedy 's inaugural in 1960. Not forgetting his roots African-American, Mahalia found time to sing at every opportunity he could in the meetings of Dr. Martin Luther King. He was a strong advocate for Civil Rights. Finally, he Mahalia heart, and she died on January 27, 1972 in Chicago. She was buried in Providence Memorial Park in Metairie, Louisiana. But his legacy will live the Gospel in the hearts of many. She was inducted posthumously into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on May 6, 1997.

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And How I Learned to Manage it Without Medication

When I was 17, a senior in high school, I suddenly became stricken with severe pain in my wrists and ankles, as well as full body aches. My mother, a nurse practitioner, couldn't find any reason for the pain and rushed
 me to the ER. An embarrassing visit with a disinterested ER doctor later (clearly, I wasn't suffering from an STD!), we were none the wiser.

Fibromyalgia (”muscle pain”) is a neurological/muscular condition which the medical community is only beginning to understand. Muscle pain, fatigue, and a sort of “mental fog” are common symptoms. Sleep deprivation and stress can be both a trigger and a result of fibromyalgia, as I soon found out. There are many treatment options open, including acupuncture, medication (painkillers, muscle relaxers, SSRIs) and massage, but every case is unique. While most people suffering from fibromyalgia experience ongoing pain, most also cycle through flares of increased pain and periods of less discomfort.

In the years before I became severely ill, I had a case history of frequent ear, nose, and throat illness with long recovery times. As a high schooler, I also had an erratic schedule brought on by a demanding academic curriculum that contributed to perpetual sleep deprivation. I exercised frequently, but didn't eat very healthfully.

After the initial consultation with the ER doctor, my mom took me to my regular doctor the same pediatrician I'd been seeing since I was a baby. She tested for thyroid problems and diminished iron levels, but all my tests came back negative. My doctor and my mother were both baffled, and agreed that it didn't look like arthritis, as my joints weren't swollen or very warm. So my doctor gave me a referral for a local rheumatologist and agreed to write a note for when I needed to miss school in the meantime. (At that point, I was having a hard time climbing stairs and an even worse time taking notes in class.)

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