“It’s often hard to like pictures of ourselves – post your favorite picture of yourself.”
Today’s post centers on tips and advice to the caregivers out there. Over the past few years, I have posted several things focusing on caregivers that I felt needed reposting. Take a look!
Today’s prompt is a little tricky for me. I’ve been asked to write about what animal my disease would be if it was one. The thing is, though, that I love animals and I can find reasons for their actions so to compare any animal to Arthur is just insane.
If Arthur was any kind of animal, he would clearly be a human. He responds to the same situation differently always. When he doesn’t agree with what you’re doing, he will let you know immediately. He attacks no matter the situation, no matter how I feel or how much I try to be normal or healthier. He discriminates against me with the fire of the Westboro Baptist Church and doesn’t care to hear any rationale or to be reasoned with.
There is no animal so ruthless in nature that attacks without any provocation like Arthur, and no animal deserves to be compared to this being that can so willingly destroy and take lives. Animals are so much kinder in their killings than Arthur and the rest of humanity.
To be honest, there have been too many sensational cures going around in our lovely media lately that I don’t want to add to it or promote it. I will say that Dr Oz is one HUGE part of what I’m talking about, showing sensationalized “cures” for JIA without showing the medications individuals were on, or how it could be far more likely that an individual was misdiagnosed and that the treatment for one thing “cured” them of the incorrect illness.
I’m tired of being told to eat rum-soaked raisins. I’m tired of people telling me to avoid 8 different food groups. I’m tired of having all of these idiots think ‘arthritis’ is all aches and pains, and not see the chemotherapy, stem cell treatment, failed meds, and friends we lose because as a society we fail to see the value in researching new treatments and cures for autoimmune diseases.
Laura died because doctors – at a hospital she frequented – didn’t know how to handle someone with an autoimmune disease and practically non-existent immune system due to the treatments. Forgive me if I don’t want to lend credence to the idiots who don’t understand that these diseases are deadly.
[In case you’re not familiar with my blog, I’ve had a rare form of juvenile arthritis since age 5. Arthur has been my nickname for him ever since the diagnosis.]
Hey Arthur,
Last time I wrote to you, it was ‘celebrating’ your birthday. I was thankful to you for the people you allowed me to meet and befriend, and proud of myself for all I’ve accomplished in spite of you. A month later, you managed to murder, with the help of idiot doctors, one of the most beautiful, kindest women I have ever had the chance to know. You robbed her of her wedding day, the love of her life, and the friends and family who loved her so.
How dare you.
How dare you take her away from us. She provided support and understanding that no one else I know can. She loved unconditionally, cared even if someone’s pain may have been lesser than her own, and was always there for each person she knew. How dare you force Matt and his sweet family to handle her death when they should be picking out flowers and a venue for the wedding.
We were in the same place in life – sick, engaged, blogging, and pondering the children issue. She was the twin I never met, in every sense. Planning a wedding together was our goal. We were going to share ideas and help each other not freak out. When I bought my dress, a time when any girl would be emotional, I cried not because of the joy of finding the dress but the sadness that I could not share that moment with her. My instinct was to send her a picture right away, but I know I can’t and it just breaks my heart. I can’t even think of getting ready for my wedding without her to talk to.
It has been four months now since you took her from us. I find myself even more than before struggling with the idea of a life after death, not because I suddenly believe in a god but because I don’t want to believe that she’s not around anymore and I don’t want to believe that I would be permanently gone from my fiance either should something happen. I’ve always thought many religions were a way to explain what we don’t understand or don’t want to think is true, and it’s very hard for me to want to go against all my reason to believe Laura is still around somewhere waiting to welcome us to a land with no pain.
Arthur, you are so lucky you’re not a real person because the hurt I want to inflict on you is indescribable. I know so many little kids with this, and I can’t help but thinking how scared I am for them now having known someone so wonderful lost because of you and idiot doctors. There are a lot of idiot doctors, especially when it comes to you.
One of the things that Laura taught me was how to come to really understand my body and not push it further into a flare-up. She encouraged me to get in the pool with my PT ladies and take back my body. Because of her, I am able to run now – not even close to a mile a day, but it’s getting there. I run because it makes me happy, because it challenges you, because she would be proud of every step.
I thought I was determined back in November to beat you, but there is no way to put into words how much fight I have in me now. You will not win. You will not take me from my family and friends. You sure as hell aren’t going to make me take anything you dish out lying down anymore. I refuse.
If there were no limitations to what I could do with my activism, what would I do?
The fiance and I had a conversation at one point where he said that he wanted a good enough job with the right kind of pay that I didn’t feel like I had to work.
Holy crap, I marrying that awesome man. Sorry, still a little surreal to me.
He said that he wished I could have my activism and my blogging as my job… if I wanted of course. And to be honest, this is totally what I would want.
If money was no object right now, taking care of myself and being an activist for others would be my job. If my health situation was no object either, I’d love to be a yoga instructor but that’s not happening anytime soon!
All I’ve wanted to do with my life is to help people. Who could ask for a better job than that?
One of the best resources ever for me was my dear late friend Laura at Still’s Life. Many of the pages and sites she shared got me through a lot of pain, worry, and frustration. Using her as a guide, here are some really great pages, sites, and blogs to help you cope and learn more about Still’s Disease.
The primary illness that I deal with is Still’s Disease, or Systemic Onset Juvenile Idiopathic (or Rheumatic) Arthritis. You can read about my personal story here. You can find out a little more about Still’s here, Sir George Still here, and complications associated with the disease here.
The top five things I want people to know about Still’s are:
This is the third year of the Wego Health’s HAWMC, or health activist writers month challenge. Last year was the first year I participated, but only because during the inaugural year being a full-time employee (basically running a hotel) and going to school full-time was a little much on its own – add in being sick and having to write a post every day and I was ready for a nap just thinking about it! But I definitely thought it was a cool idea and I’m glad I could participate last year.
I find often when blogging that I hit a really good or really bad health streak and so I avoid writing for a while. Currently, I’m in a good streak, being able to run (granted, a quarter of a mile a day or even a half!) again and planning my wedding for next summer. Oh busy busy wedding planning! I find HAWMC gives me a reason to come back and really focus on writing again. It doesn’t help that it ends right as May begins, bringing with it a walk for the Arthritis Foundation, World Autoimmune Arthritis Day, and National Arthritis Awareness Month! It’s a busy time for health activists and HAWMC helps me get in the right frame of mind.
As such, welcome to a month of actual posts every day! Thanks Wego Health!