I have this notion I am about fifteen years old in looks, and about nine mentally. I am often shocked when I see myself in pictures because I don't recognize the person. Or when I glimpse myself in the mirror at the gym…I look like somebody's mother. When did that happen?
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
As I added chemotherapy in the form of Methotrexate to my drug cocktail last July, I watched my nails break off, my hair thin out, and bore witness to an awful inability to keep food down. My RA also rebelled. I was back at the point of crawling to the bathroom in the morning, then staying chained to what used to be a comfy couch for the rest of the day. I lost weight because I couldn't get to the refrigerator for lunch, let alone an evening beer. I watched the house grow filthy around me and the lawn stretch up to my calves. I watched my perennials wilt from the summer heat, tomatoes drop off the vine and rot. I saw birds and squirrels go unfed. I couldn't brush the cats. I couldn't prepare dinner for my husband who was working hard to provide for us all day. I could do very little from my shrinking universe except wait to be crushed as it imploded around me.
Monday, April 2, 2012
|Mr. Sunshine demonstrates what I've lost.|
In January I wrote about honoring yourself. I hope some of you took that as a challenge. I'd love to hear what you've been doing for yourself. I'd begun the process of honoring myself last summer, and when I felt I was ready, began working on my "advertising." I've lost twenty-six pounds since late December through diet. A trainer at the gym told me that each pound of weight on your body is multiplied by four as pressure on your knees. My knees were ravaged by RA and as a result were the most unstable joints in my body. I now have approximately 104 less pounds of pressure on my knees than compared to a few months ago. My cane is no longer at my side. Instead it hangs out in the back of my car, just in case. I use Kneed-It braces to help with knee pain and pressure during long days. Lately I've been using them less frequently.
"I know your mind went right to Diane, she died because of RA but that doesn't mean you will."
A coworker of my husband's lives with severe rheumatoid arthritis. She was recently diagnosed with stage III lymphoma. She blames Humira; I am on weekly shots of the stuff. She has taken it upon herself to council me on my current drug cocktail. Now I like cocktails, my tastes typically run to the drier side. However my drug cocktail is less about the taste, and more about the bottom line, which is for me, experiencing my life to the fullest.