Rusty cars and the road ahead

You know, the recent celebrity that died due to RA kind of made me realize that this disease is real. We all may have good days, bad days, or even days that we skate on through, and pray that we make it to the couch at the end of it. Living with RA is complex. When I was first given my diagnosis I cried. I cried because my life would forever be altered. Then the diagnosis didn't stop there. It was like after one came another, then another, and another...and pretty soon I felt like a rusty old car who could barely chug along the highway. Somewhere in the midst of all of the chaos, in the midst of all of the hurt, God used my story to help people. I could use my experiences of meds, doctors, and natural treatments that have or have not worked for me in the past. THIS was why I was given this blessing. RA does not discrimate on age, gender, race, or ethnicity.  Being able to grab the bull by the horns and remind each other that we are not alone is the most important thing we could do. In life we are meant to evolve. As a spoonie, that just means that we evolve into a different kind of flower we thought we would become.