Sunday, December 28, 2008

Damn cold weather

The temperature and humidity here has been more up and down than normal lately and it's beginning to take a toll on my joints. That's damned frustrating. I'm certain, if I were not on the MTX, I would be much worse, but it's still frustrating. I haven't slept well the past couple of nights, and I noticed yesterday some stiffening in my left hand. I have misplaced my right wrist brace and it's pissing me off because that's the one area I have yet to feel much relief in at all.

I suppose I shouldn't blame it all on the weather because I've been silently stressing over the holidays, and I know stress irritates my body. I am torturing myself (still) over not having a beer whenever I want to. I'd decided to "be good" and save drinking (just a little) for special occasions, like New Year's Eve. After I made plans for our family for that occasion, I started stressing over it being a Wednesday, which is when I take MTX. I hate doubting myself, not knowing how things will affect me, and then it all snowballs in my head ... resulting in just being angry again that I have this stupid disease. I'm not in a good place today, and I wish I could be.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

It's working!

Despite the self-inflicted emotional stress of not allowing myself to have a brewski whenever I want to, the medicine - whichever one - is working! I reported to Dr. Z yesterday that morning stiffness has not really been much of an issue for the past few weeks, and I am generally feeling good. She confirmed that my last labs were all still good, and I was relieved to know that liver enzymes are being checked with every blood draw. I was also pleased to learn that, even though my voracious appetite is a strange and uncomfortable feeling, I have gained 2 pounds - which I needed. I also ventured to the eye doctor last week and discovered my vision, thus far, seems unaffected by my health. Now if I can just get my skin under control, I'll be almost normal!

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Weeks in now

The virtually pain-free time ended about 10 days after my first infusion. I suspect it is the Prednisone (steroid) that was providing the immediate relief. In any event, I was ready for Round Two. I have now been on Methotrexate for 3.5 weeks, so I'm hoping that's going to pick up where my second steroid dose leaves off. I'm sleeping and moving really well. I'm not quite as good as I was after the first infusion, but better than a month ago for sure. It dawned on me yesterday that it has been a full month since I've even thought about taking Advil - that's a very good thing. The only side effects I have to complain about are my skin and my appetite. I don't know if either is even attributable to any of the meds, but I'm fighting pimples like a teenager and I can't seem to ever get full.

Even though my liver enzyme test indicated my liver is in good shape, I still worry about damaging it. "No drinking while on Methotrexate is the rule of thumb." I'm having a hard time with that. I've only given in one time, at a concert, since beginning treatment, and even then I only had one beer. It just sucks to hang out with friends and family in situations where I enjoy a drink or two, and now all I do is sulk because I can't do what I want to. (Now that I put that in black and white, I appear to be a whiney tit!) I'd been hoping to begin a Milk Thistle supplement to help keep my liver healthy but have since learned that it's a gut-buster, so I'm still looking.

Overall, I'm good. Much better than would have been without treatment.

It's a good day!

XPost / Original November 19, 2008

I was very nervous going to the doctor's office yesterday. (Not to mention sleepy, thirsty and hungry from having to fast until the bloodwork was drawn ... ugh, no coffee!) I was given a big spiral with carbon pages and told to complete a specific section. It was a baseline survey of my mobility, pain, strength, inabilities, etc. Tom, the "joint count" guy, went through what's becoming old hat now ... applying pressure and marking on his chart my pain reaction and swelling, head to toe. I really don't like that part of the visits at all. He's nice enough, but I just don't like it. Saw my doc for a few minutes, then finally took the walk into the Infusion Room. *Dun Dun Duuuunnnnnnn* By the time I got to my appointed LazyBoy, 2/3 of the seats were taken. At the busiest, only one seat was left empty. Nobody was there for as long as I was. My left arm veins let me down, so I had to have the IV in my right arm. Dammit. Angie took what seemed like half the blood in body for her vials (she says it really isn't that much, but it sure looks like it to me). I inhaled the granola bar I'd stashed in my lunch bag like I hadn't eaten in a week. Ang got me one of those little styrofoam cups of coffee - you know the ones that aren't any bigger than a shot glass. I knocked back 2 of those before they went cold and decided I better not have more or I'd inevitably have to ask for too many potty breaks. I wasn't comfortable enough to strike up or join any of the conversations around me, so I donned my earbuds and dove into my book. Then, the Benadryl (taken to prevent allergic reaction) started to affect me. I fought it for a while, using my arsenal of sweet snacks, taking a potty break, eating some lunch before I was really hungry for it, but I just couldn't keep my eyes open after lunch. I had a 30 minute break from the 15-minute vitals-checks and I dozed. No bad reactions, no apparent allergies. My blood pressure, pulse and temperature stayed normal. But, man, was I sleepy!

This morning, the moment I woke up, I smiled because my shoulders weren't hurting. I quickly realized the only time I'd woken up last night was when my big girls woke me because Bug had a tummy ache. Not once because I was uncomfortable or in pain. My feet and knees feel good, I can raise my arms over my head, and I generally feel fine today. I know it's either the Benadryl or the steroid, but DAY-AM! Today I begin my regimine of Folic Acid and Methotrexate. The FA is daily, no big deal. The Metho is taken once weekly; I start with 3 today, 4 next week, and work up to 8 by January. At least they're tiny pills. My doctor is hopeful that I will be feeling better (due to the Metho) within a couple of months; she warns not to expect anything from the Okra (that's what Ang calls the infusion drug - Ocrelizumab) for 6 months. I have another Okra infusion in 2 weeks, then not again until April. In the meantime, I'm planning to push my daughter in the backyard swing this afternoon BECAUSE I CAN.

I'm IN!

XPost / Original November 4, 2008

I had one more shot at the RA drug study. The re-screening was scheduled for November 6. My plan of attack was to go off my anti-inflammatory for a week, and throw my sensitivity diet out the window. When they called last Monday and said the company was suddenly closing enrollment as of Halloween, I nearly panicked. I immediately put my plan into play. I hobbled around all last week and went in Friday for the labwork. This morning, the research coordinator called me with the results ... CRP was 1.29 (and everything else was good, too)! I go in this Thursday morning to finish up the paperwork and get a calendar of appointments for the next year. I anticipate beginning new medication before Thanksgiving.

Now, if the election results go my way today, we'll have even more reason to party tonight!

Do-Overs

XPost / Original October 2, 2008

So, I took the CRP test again. I had not taken my medicine the night before and was absolutely miserable the entire day. The idea was, the more miserable I felt, the higher the test result would be. Of course, it can't be that simple, right? Seriously, this is MY life. Not only was it still not high enough, but it was actually LOWER than the first test. WTF, right? Exactly. It's extremely defeating to me .. it's like this test is mocking me, like my blood is arguing with the rest of my body. So, now what?

My doctor really wants me to be a part of this study. I think her reasons are two-fold: one, I am (from what I've seen) one of the youngest people she's seeing, and two, she knows the cost of treatment would be a ginormous burden on my family. So, we begin again. There is a 30-day window between the date of screening (baseline) and the first infusion. (Because the latest date of my initial window is when I'm booked to Seattle - YAY! - it just isn't going to work this time around.) If I am not deemed eligible in that time frame, I cannot participate. So, my next screening is scheduled for November 6. Between now and then, I need to induce a flare that will satisfy all of the tests. Because I absolutely cannot function for an entire month without my medicine, my plan is to be as active as I possibly can be in the next month, bring on the booze and milk and sugar, and stop taking my medicine a few days before the screening. If it doesn't work, then I just am not supposed to be part of this study for whatever reason.

I never imagined getting treatment would be so frustrating. It's taken me so long to just go in the first place, and now I'm just tired of the stiffness, the immobility, the pain, and every annoying aspect of this, I desperately want it to just go away. Dammit.

Good Morning, you're not quite sick enough

XPost / Original September 25, 2008

My telephone rang bright and early this morning. The research coordinator at my rheumatologist's office (who is a very perky person) was calling about one of the blood tests they did last week. Specifically the CRP Test. My understanding (from her and my own quick googling), it is a test to determine the level of C-reactive protein (produced by the liver) in the blood. The result is an indicator of inflammation, appropriately designed to determine a person's risk for heart problems. The lower the number in the result, the healthier the blood. For RA, it is used to assess the effectiveness of RA medication. This result can fluctuate just like the physical symptoms of the disease - with medication, humidity, barometric pressure, etc. Optimal result is less than 2 (mg/L). In order to qualify for this study, patients have to have a number greater than 1. The morning I went in, I was actually feeling pretty good .. and I scored a .8 (yes, POINT EIGHT, eight-tenths, whatever). Fabulous, now I get to retest, and if I don't get that number up, I'm not in the study group. So, I'm skipping my med the night before, crossing my fingers that it will rain, and waiting until the "bad part" of my day to have blood redrawn next week. This is just ridiculous.

Screening

XPost / Original September 19, 2008

I completed the screening process for the RA-drug study yesterday. It wasn't as bad as I expected. The worst part was spending so much time in a doctor's office .. in all the four years I've been dealing with RA, I never have felt like a "sick (ill) person," but doing the joint count (and realizing how many of my joints are affected), seeing other patients wander through with their IV poles getting infusions .. Treatment is an ugly word. I have a calendar full of appointments now, ranging from two to eight hours each. A bit of a blow to the ego, I guess.

Dear God, I have a bone to pick

XPost / Original August 29, 2008

I don't go out of my way to offend anyone. Sometimes it happens though, when I speak what's really on my mind. I need to do that now, offensive or not.

I've been pondering my disbelief. In heaven, hell, god, all that stuff. Second-guessing myself, maybe. In the end, though, it comes back to what's held me firm ... it's that "merciful God" part. I'm trying to figure out how to deal with, how to accept how unfair life is, how to cope with the hand I've been dealt. I look at my kids and my husband, and I know I HAVE to do that, but it's the strength and direction I'm struggling with. Every time I talk to my beloved Granny about my disease, she brings The Lord into it. This week, in the midst of my pity-party, as expected, she prompted me to second-guess my lack of faith. Many survivors (for lack of a better word) turn to religion for strength, right? I just can't wrap my head around that.

If a god was actually responsible for everything Earthly, I have a laundry list of bullshit to ask him/her about because I cannot fathom "merciful" and "willful" coming together reasonably. How does someone have faith in, and get strength from a spiritual being that allows, dare I say "causes" such horrific things? Little kids being molested. Cancer. Divorce. "Accidents." Suicide. RA. Mosquitoes. Seriously.

I understand, and have even offered it to others in down times, the logic that we have to have downs in life in order to appreciate the ups. I get that. It doesn't piss me off any less, though, especially when I'm way down in the mud of life.

What I am struggling with is that unanswerable Why Me. (I warned you, I'm having a pity party.) I am a 34 year old, married mother of three daughters whom I educate at home. I pay my taxes. I vote. I survived a nightmarish childhood. I love my family. I am open-minded and respectful. I recycle. So, why did I get the chronic "invisible" disease nobody understands? Why do I have to take supplements and experimental medicines just so that I can have a chance at functioning "normally" and continuing to live? I don't have a choice, not really. This will kill me if I don't try to treat it. I can't very well just ignore that, now can I? I could, but that would be against every bit of who I am - a mother, a wife, the friend who wants to be there for everybody. So, not having a choice hacks me off.

I'm not seeking sympathy. I'm actually needing some fuel, some direction, some help putting on the big girl panties. I saw the x-rays of my hands and feet this week. There are HOLES in my bones, lots of them. There is no synovial tissue nor cartilage left between most of the joints in my hands. I was diagnosed with this less than four years ago. It's officially "very severe" and "very active". It's time for me to shit or get off the pot. When you don't have the strength to even stand up at the end of the day ... well, you get it.

My mind keeps wandering back to the days when people finally actually believed the truth of my childhood nightmare. Offering support, everyone would say, "God doesn't give anyone more than she can handle." Well, BULLSHIT. This isn't fair. Not to me, not to my husband, not to my kids. I'm not afraid to die but I love being alive. I can't sit in the floor with my 3 year old. I can't jump on the trampoline with my 10 year old. I can't play Guitar Hero with my teenager. I have to ask my husband to brush my hair and help me dress sometimes. THAT is too much to handle, THAT pisses me off! Why in the world would I even try to find strength in a God who has done this to me?

So, that's where I am, for those of you who care. And, I really do appreciate those of you. You know I don't mean to offend. This is just me, trying to get through the shitty hand I've been dealt. Trying to claw myself out of the mud. If you didn't understand my disbelief before, maybe you do now. I'm not trying to change anyone else's beliefs - I respect that everybody is different and draws strength from their own experiences. I have to find it in myself, but at this moment, I am swimming in anger and pain and this is how I scream.

Gotta keep movin'

XPost / Original September 12, 2008

Thank you, my friends, for all the words, direction, insight, and fuel for the fire since my last blog. I haven't found all of the answers yet, but I'm feeling some better. If anybody knows of a sale on big girl panties, I am in the market for some. Actively shopping now, instead of just pouting. I love you all!!

Next week I begin the screening process for the RA study, and I also should be starting Methotrexate (weekly med, I assume oral rather than injected). The first screening appointment is a long one, 4+ hours of various x-rays, EKG, labs, ridiculously extensive medical history. I'll know more of what's to come after that appointment. Assuming I am approved to take part in the study, infusions will be scheduled for the next year. If I'm not approved, we'll change the course toward an available injectable med to go with the Methotrexate (because it is more effective in combination with something like Enbrel/Remicade/Humira).

In the meantime, I am thankful for a full calendar to keep me moving ... my youngest sister is getting hitched next week, MyLove and I are off to Seattle (him for training, me to visit a childhood friend), I have plans to attend a variety of theater events, all in addition to my busy-ness of raising and homeschooling my girls.

If you haven't already, check out my new default song (thanks to Nat for introducing me to the talented Mr. Fullbright's music!). It's my new theme ... "in the end you gotta grit your teeth and keep movin'."

As ready as I'm going to be

XPost / Original July 16, 2008

Whew. I finally finished up the stack of reading given to me by the rheumatologist. I began with the 40-page booklet entitled "Rheumatoid Arthritis" put out by the US DHHS, the 4 pages about Methotrexate (a commonly prescribed arthritis drug), and the 17 page Information and Consent form regarding the double-blind clinical trial of the drug ocrelizumab (which, as I understand, is kinda like Remicade but not exactly .. it's at least the second variation of that).

I liken the government-issued booklet to the "What to Expect" series of books (my brief review of the pregnancy one is here). It's one of those little pamphlets that is stapled in the middle, and it falls open to those staples which is where the 10 pages of medication charts begin. Not a good first impression, but I read it anyway. It's divided into sections that discuss what little is known about the disease, its development and progression, and some treatments. Perhaps I have some sort of hang-up on needing to know the Why, but I just can't shake it. In the bit about "Searching for the Causes," it actually says, "Scientists have discovered that certain genes known to play a role in the immune system are associated with a tendency to develop (RA). Some people with (RA) do not have these particular genes; still others have these genes but never develop the disease. These somewhat contradictory data suggest that a person's genetic makeup plays an important role in determining if he or she will develop (RA)." Um, what? Turns out, the most helpful part of it is about the meds ... because that's all they know to do with RA sufferers, throw meds at them and study them. The treatments are for the symptoms (although the newer cell-destroying ones somehow actually slow the degeneration, at the expense of your immune system, of course). Methotrexate is the most commonly prescribed Disease-Modifying Anti-Rheumatic Drug (DMARD) which the government clearly states here, "Exactly how they work is still unknown." Reassuring, huh?

Being given the brochure on Methotrexate (MTX) means that is what my doctor is planning to begin with, which is very common. What I didn't know is that you have to take a folic acid supplement with it. MTX is most effective when used in combination with Biologic Response Modifiers, or what I call "cell-killers". These include all of those drugs you see annoyingly advertised on TV ... Enbrel, Remicade, etc. There are two main types of those, and I suppose the deciding factor in which one you're prescribed depends on which research your doctor favors ... either TNF or Interleukin1 cells are what needs to be targeted. The biggest concern I have with taking MTX (alone or in combination with something else) is the risk of liver disease/damage. I've outlived my dad by over a year now, and I have a hard time believing his liver wasn't weak to begin with. I know he was an alcoholic, and alcoholism is the main cause of cirrhosis which is what killed him at age 33. But, seriously, he spent a couple of years in prison near the end of his life ... he wasn't drinking then. To die that young, he HAD to have some predisposition to liver disease. So, I need to know what shape mine's in before I can feel okay about taking something that is known to bang it up.

Lastly, I got through the study information. It was written very straight-forward and was careful not to sway the reader to or from doing the study. Despite the gloom and doom throughout describing the awful side effects and potential for death, I actually began a list of questions to ask about the study as I read through it. Then I got to the bottom of page 12 (of 17). In a section called "Compensation for Research-Related Injury," it says, "In the event that your participation in this study results in a medical problem, report the problem immediately to your study doctor. Your doctor will explain the treatment options available and where information and such treatment can be obtained. The costs of any such treatment will not be reimbursed, nor will any other financial compensation be provided." (emphasis added by me). I'm pretty certain that I understand that loud and clear: if the experimental meds we give you mess you up, you're on your own. That bit made me feel so much better about how uneasy the whole thing made me. I'm not going to be a guinea pig for this study. Sure, they might pay for some of the labs and x-rays I'm going to need anyway, but the unknown expense to me is just not worth it.

All things considered, I need some treatment - that's why I went in the first place. Today, though, I feel more confident about being an active part of my treatment plan. I'm going to focus on resuming Tai Chi Chih regularly again, and I plan to have a real heart-to-heart with my doctor until I'm comfortable with what we decide is safe enough for me to try, including alternative therapies. Not having all of the labs done yet (having my TB test read today), I'm still a little concerned about the aggression of the disease - the visible damage does seem to have developed pretty rapidly. I'll just have to take it one careful step at a time and hope for the best. Who knows ... maybe the Arthritis Foundation will get its head out of the ass of the drug manufacturers and focus on actually getting unbiased scientists to figure out what actually causes RA so they can find a CURE instead of a bandaid. Having RA still sucks as much today as it did last week, but I have to deal with it because it was another card in the hand I've been dealt.

Baby Steps

XPost / Original July 15, 2008

The doc I saw yesterday was nice enough; a little Greek (I think) lady. I don't have anything really definitive to share about yesterday's rheumatology appointment except that I appear to be shrinking. I have yet to have various lab tests done before she can really give me a specific treatment. This wasn't done yesterday because I am eligible for a clinical trial she's doing, and if I decide to do that, I should enroll in it before spending my own money on treatment. Essentially, the treatment she anticipates using is almost the same as the one being studied in the trial - just an improvement on a drug already FDA-approved. The immediate problem I see is that I have a one out of 3 chance of not even getting the med as part of the study. That's just PART of the treatment, though. It's all very complicated and I haven't had enough energy or focus to digest all the reading just yet, so I have more questions than answers at the moment.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the chronic and unyielding nature of my illness; let alone the various treatments available. I have such a difficult time comprehending how treatment is even begun on a completely alien disease process. If you don't know the cause, how do you possibly hope to cure it? I don't trust "modern" medicine. The risks of side effects of treatment are supposedly less harmful than the disease itself. That's what I keep seeing and hearing. I got a pretty big dose of "you waited a crazy long time" to seek treatment yesterday. Between beating myself up over stubbornly procrastinating, being overwhelmed with reading material, struggling with the decision between guaranteed treatment that's going to cost a fortune (and may or may not work) versus a potential treatment that won't cost a thing (and may or may not work), worrying over the thyroid lab test and the hand & foot x-rays, having to get a TB test which I dread because the last one flared my whole arm, and feeling like I look much worse than I thought I did (grossly freakish, actually), acting like I'm just fine in front of my kids is tough. I just want to sit in my bed and cry. Sleep would be nice, too. I can't do that, though.

Anyway, I really, truly appreciate everybody's thoughts and prayers and vibes. It's hard to talk about right now without crumbling, so when I've had a chance to deal with it and have some better answers, I'll update here. In the meantime, I have too much to do with my kids to stop and have a pity-party on the phone. I have such wonderful friends, I know you understand.

Scared

XPost / Original July 7, 2008

My family doc cut me off the ketoprofen she's prescribed me for the past 3 years; she knew that was the only way to get me to see a rheumatologist. Down to less than 3 weeks worth of meds that enable me to get out of bed in the mornings, I figured I better get to it since I keep reading and hearing that it can take months just to get in to see somebody. There are less than a dozen rheumatology specialists in my area, several officing in the same clinics, of course. I checked patient reviews and narrowed it down to two places to start with. Having timed my call right after a cancellation, I lucked (?) into an appointment next Monday afternoon. The receptionist was friendly and sympathetic to my self-pay status and anxiety over even making the appointment. So, it's done. I'm going. I'm scared out of my mind.

Open Letter to AF

XPost / Original April 21, 2008

Dear Arthritis Foundation:



This is your logo. "We Can Help." What a fetid pile of bullshit!

Three years ago, my family doctor diagnosed me with rheumatoid arthritis. She urged me to seek further treatment. Getting into a specialist, with or without insurance coverage, was a waiting game I didn't want to play. The cause of rheumatoid arthritis remains unknown, despite ongoing research. The medicinal options available for treatment have such frightening and debilitating side-effects, I - like millions of RA sufferers - opted to seek more natural means.

In the meantime, I've developed my own unscientific theory on the cause, and have yet to see your fundraising dollars produce a study on the hormonal links to this crippling disease. Apparently, your organization ignores the masses of help-seekers on forums all over the internet; the massive numbers of women of childbearing age who all seem to have developed RA within a few years of cessation of The Pill and other man-made hormonal contraceptives. THAT'S where you need to start studying.

That is, of course, presuming that the millions of dollars your volunteers raise actually go to studies, which I outright disbelieve. Immediately after my diagnosis, my family and friends rallied and raised funds on my behalf, in my name, to support The Arthritis Foundation. We regularly receive not one, but four (count 'em ... 4) copies of your glossy, high-quality, environmentally toxic newsletters every couple of months. For three years, you've not once failed to send each member of my home their very copy, all at the same time. Uh, thanks?

Today, in desperation after visiting my family doctor, I called your local office in search of support. Specifically, I sought information on programs and/or resources to help people like me. Stay-at-home moms too young to qualify for Medicare, too responsible to qualify for state aid, but without adequate financial means to seek medical treatment without feeling like a burden on my own family - those people like me. I have permanent disfigurement in my hands, feet and elbows. In three years' time, despite my best effort at dietary adjustments and homeopathic remedies, my hands look like those of a woman 50 years my senior. My doctor calls it "rapid deterioration." I know I'm not the only ME out there, because we're all over the internet. We're desperate for help in the truest sense of the word.

This morning, your office gave me a great big heap of, "I'm so sorry, but the only way we can help you is to give you the telephone numbers of the prescription drug manufacturers. Some of them offer prescription assistance programs." Are you fucking kidding me?

So, Dr. John H. Kimmel, MD (CEO), the jig is up. You have been promoted to the top of my Shit List. I hope you and your FARCE of an organization, a corporate lion feeding off the despair of chronically ill people, enjoy the ride. From here on out, I plan to do whatever I can to expose the bullshit. Starting now.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Here goes ...

I decided to create a blog about my journey as it relates to RA for a couple of reasons. Mainly, when I blog elsewhere about it, I always have this nagging feeling that my friends suspect I'm needing sympathy. Not really. Writing helps me clear my head. I figure, even if nobody is reading this, keeping a record of my journey will help get me through it. If somebody stumbles upon it and decides to read it, maybe it'll help them in some way, too.

I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis by my PCP just a couple of months after the home birth of my last daughter. It was early 2005. Having been a typist for a decade, hand pain was nothing foreign to me. During the end of my pregnancy, however, I was experiencing - for no good reason since I was hardly working - completely unrelievable, persistent, serious pain. My natural, unmedicated childbirth experience was NOTHING compared to the pain in my hands. The tears I shed during labor were all related to my hands - not the belly, not the private parts, not the back - just the unrelenting pain in my hands. I would soak them in the middle of the night in a bowl of scalding water because that offered a couple of minutes of relief. I tried dreaming of ways I could microwave them. No joke - when you're in such pain, and especially if there's no explanation for it, it can make a person crazy.

It is important to know that I am not one to trust western medicine easily. I don't run (myself nor my kids) to the doctor for much. However, after a month or so postpartum, I recognized this pain was not normal, and I was growing increasingly frustrated with its unyielding nature, so I went to the doctor and had some bloodwork done. When my doctor called me around 7 PM a day or so later ... well, the doctor doesn't call in the evening if it's nothing. Arthritis? Don't you have to be old, at least older than 30, to have that? I pulled out my trusty old AMA Family Medical Guide and looked it up. As the words "long-term" and "auto-immune" and "crippling" leapt from page 552, I was dizzy. Under the "treatment" section, the book offered this gem, "The best thing you can do is to come to terms with what may be a permanent condition." Four years later, I can confidently say that is a helluvalot easier said than done.

It was winter. My infant girl was exclusively (and very successfully) breastfeeding. I was cloth diapering. I was homeschooling one daughter, and dealing with another in public school. I was a housewife. I didn't have time to be "sick". I didn't have the patience to be stiff. I refused to see a specialist because I was determined to nurse for a year, dammit. I begged my doctor to just let me have that - just let me nurse because my body "failed" the first round, I couldn't bear to fail again. Despite the tough times, despite the permanent damage to my joints during that year, I do not regret choosing nursing over treatment one bit. It was that important to me.

I had some really bad days that first winter with RA. Mornings I couldn't get myself out of bed. Evenings I couldn't undress nor bathe myself. Days it was all I could do to change a diaper. Weeks I couldn't drive. I grew intimate with humility. (I have to throw in here that my husband is amazing and I don't know what I'd do without him.)

I researched when I could. My heart screamed that there had to be a natural solution to this. The roadblock I kept running into was fundamental - nobody knows WHY. So, I dove into that. I am no scientist, but my personal theory is that it has more to do with hormones than has been officially studied. I think this because of the many women, my age, whose RA affliction followed long periods of birth control usage. RA affects far more women than men, so there has to be some significance to that.

I was done with birth control, and was left with "what triggers a flare in me?" Over several months, I figured out that sugar and dairy products triggered my inflammation. I LOVE ice cream, so that was a Most Unpleasant Discovery. By the end of that summer, though, dramatically reducing my intake of sugar and milk made a marked difference in my mobility. Losing weight was a side-effect of my plan, not the intention. Being skinny is a whole 'nother blog. I'll just say, if you think people stare when you're overweight, you should take a walk in my skinny shoes and you'll be surprised.

In my quest for natural remedies, I discovered Tai Chi Chih. The only place I found to learn that joyful movement practice was a Jewish retirement center. Go figure. So, once a week, for $3/session, I learned and practiced as part of a group of women who were all at least 35 years older than me. Again, humility is my friend. My instructor gave me a DVD, and I eventually was comfortable enough to do it on my own. It does help a lot. I hate to admit that I'm just too lazy to do it every day. When I am in a flare though, I always go back to it, and it has yet to let me down.

Then, there are the supplements. I started taking Methylsulfonylmethane (MSM) daily. I'm not consistent with these because, truthfully, they make me gag because they are such huge pills. I have noticed, however, that when I do take them, the swelling goes down. Of course, I can't forget the calcium. Now that I'm approaching that 35 mark, calcium's a given anyway, so I need to take it, and I do.

So, there's some background, a start, and my hands are starting to cramp a bit, so I think that's enough for now. I have written a few posts elsewhere which I will include here to bring my story current. Until then, I gotta keep movin'.