Just A Little Poke In The Leg

My youngest daughter is coming eight this winter.  It was shortly after she was born that I was diagnosed with rheumatoid Arthritis.  I didn’t really understand it at the time what this diagnosis would mean or how it would change my life.  Over the years I have tried different medications and diets that were supposed to help with my condition.  None of them were the answer.  I am always amazed at how often people (well-meaning of course) offer suggestions and for the cure to my troubles.  Everything from eliminating sugar to bathing in apple cider vinegar to methotrexate.  I have given everything I tried a fair shake.  I even came to the conclusion this past year that I would just let it be.  I would eat healthy, exercise a lot and just let life happen as it was supposed to.  And then I changed my mind.  I went back to my specialist and we came up with a plan for me to try Enbrel.  It was so frightening for me to decide on.  It’s a pretty intimidating medication.  And I have to take by injection (self-administered).  By the time I came to the decision that I wanted to give it a try, and had seen my specialist to start the process of taking it, things happened very fast.  I am working with a great plan that administers the medication.  They have taken care of everything for me from arranging my insurance and planning how to pay for what isn’t covered, to setting up the nurse to come instruct me on how to give myself the injections.  It was a matter of a couple of days and I had my first injection.  No side affects and I was on my way to doing this weekly for myself.  I can say that the second injection was easier than the first.  Not only that, but there is already a change I am noticing.  What has taken all these years to do, should take about 3 months to undo with Enbrel.

I know that medication isn’t for everyone.  It is a personal choice for everyone to decide how they would like to treat their situation.  I want to keep being an active mom to my daughters.  I want to keep working and I want my marriage to thrive.  How these relationships would function were greatly affected by my condition.  Taking the step to treat my illness from a biological level was a big one.  And I haven’t been at it long enough to have a full opinion on how effective this medication is going to be for me.  If my brothers success with this medication is any indication (a couple of years later and he is great) then I will be golden.

20 Years Post Graduation

20 years has come and gone since I graduated high school.  This past weekend was my reunion.  I wasn’t able to attend due to geography and family commitments here in Alberta, but I was there in spirit. It certainly does not feel like it has been 20 years since I was in high school.  I don’t really feel all that much older.  There are still many days I look around my house and wonder how it came to be that Steve and I are in charge.

This year my youngest cousin on my mom’s side (I am the oldest cousin)  graduated from high school.  I also had a niece graduate.  Both are off to college and being adults away from their homes and families.  I look at them and can’t imagine where they will be 20 years.  I know that 20 years ago I had a plan for myself and it looked nothing like what my life currently is.  Reality has been so much better than my dreams were.  Who I was at 17 seems like another person almost.  Some of me is the same, but so much of me is different.

I really hope that I don’t have to wait 10 more years for another reunion.  I really hope there is an alumni who takes up the charge and plans a 25th reunion!  I think no matter what is happening around me, I will definitely not miss out on that one!


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