The stage is set! With covered wagons forming a half-circle, the towns' people gathered in groups around center stage, Anton and I arrive by horse and buggy, the one with the fringe on top, into the cheering crowd, all gathered to celebrate the admission of their new state to the Union.
Anton and I are celebrating my approval for a biologic drug to smash this dam RA!
I am as excited as the towns people in Oklahoma!
Dressed in my full-skirted, yellow gingham dress, with puffy sleeves, fitted bodice (ugh on that this morning..after yesterday seems a might bit snug), my straw hat with streaming red ribbons sits firmly on my head. Anton is dressed for the town, in a red and white checkered shirt, blue jean overalls, with suspenders and a straw hat. We are ready to stomp the doble!
He charges in a flourish with his red canvas sheet blowing in the breeze (stage fans
I reach out to him and swirl around him, as he stomps about, his heels clacking on stage, as he attacks the "bull". The furtive, assertive steps of the DASo-doble have the crowd cheering for its demise.
RA can be the bull
As Cimzia roils to attack
The rythm of the dance is full
of the molecules as they fight back.
Relief is a dream yet..
And joy rides in expectation
Slowly pain we forget..
Smiles reflect jubilation!
DAS succumbs to Cimzia
and her sisters Enbrel, Simponi,
join others like Humira
To win the game, conquer the beast..
RA is done, gone, Fini!
and likely, so am I