Many birthdays, funerals, events of my life and changes have happened since I had last posted. I still have the stiffness and aches of Rheumatoid Arthritis which will be with me until my last breath. Luckily, I have a great Rheumatologist who is very happy with my results and where I am today versus where I was in 2007 at my first diagnosis. I still have a wonderful support system of God, friends, family and the all mighty Internet!
The daily living of my life is now wanting me to write, type and say what is on my mind. With the advancement of picture phones causes me to react to what I see, most of the time beautiful visions and sometimes, it pauses me to question.
This year, turning 50 was uneventful and with little celebration. Not wanting the "hoopla" that goes along with a unique event was my choice. Doc Stevens, my Rheumatologist, has been consistent in mixing and tweaking my medicinal cocktail of Methotrexate, Prednisone and Folic Acid. In addition to that, I was on Humira for approximately one year and self-injecting my poor thigh every two weeks with this hugely expensive liquid gold that would take away the inflammation that has turned against me waging a horrific war on my joints and bones. Friends thought I was heroic to subject myself to that torture when in reality, I did not want to sit in an office for three hours on an I.V. every week listening to other patients and their talk of combat with this dreadful disease. Call me selfish, uncaring and self-centered. I was battling my own depressing feelings of fright, fear, loneliness and heaviness that weighted me down.
My Rheumatologist seems to think my disease is in remission but can rear its ugly head at any time. I do thank Heavenly Father along with my dilligance to take my medication to help me along for as long as I can.
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