It wasn't so long ago that I was told that this was my condition after diagnosis of this disease. I had never considered myself in this way in 70 years . Of course I have like most people experienced distress in life and loss of loved ones and that has upset me and often left me missing something inside. There is a distinct difference this time round in that in every other circumstance when the loss occurred I was well and in control of my life. I could seek solace or distraction by burying myself in work or pass times or passions. With PMR/GCA that was stripped away and I had no control at all. This was a first and it still staggers me at how completely it has affected the way I now look at everything I do and did. I have come to see this as an opportunity to rethink and reboot what to focus on and how I approach my recovery. I have not been able to do the thing I spent most of my free time pursuing, that being cycling. Oh I can do some but at such a pitiful level that it is better to concentrate on rehab. of my physical state and adjustment to my present condition.
It actually brought tears to my eyes when I read that I was grieving for the loss of my old life. It hit home deeply and I am sure is the same for many of you.
Well that fortunately is no longer the case. I am not depressed or cowed. I feel good and the prednisolone has done its work, so far. I am now concentrating on getting back as much of my old fitness as possible. It will take time and hard work and maybe some "good" pain, but will be well worth it. Whether or not I will be able to contemplate cycling at the level I was used to is an unknown and not something I am concerned with at present. The depths of depression and hopelessness this disease engendered at the worst phase of the experience is something that can not be fully appreciated by anyone who has never been there. It has however given me an insight into a condition that I would have genuinely said that I could never experience. A truly HUMBLING disease and in a way a blessing. I have been given an opportunity to rethink my life and physically forced by my own body to do so. It is a sort of epiphany without the religious content. Not many people get that chance to rebuild themselves back better. Onward and upward.