When I think about chronic pain, my mind immediately shifts to my grandmother who has lived with arthritis for many years. Growing up I can remember watching her attempt to get through simple activities with discomfort. Activities like opening a jar, buttoning a shirt, or cooking her favorite meals became daily battles. What baffled me the most was not how much pain she was in, but how she quietly carried it with her throughout the day. I would probably say that it was mainly because she didn’t want to feel like a burden on us, but that was never the case.