I was diagnosed with RA when I was 3 years of age. I am now 48. All my life it's been a battle to be as 'normal' as possible. My early years were by far the worse as the disease was rampant. The Rheumatologist prescribed a cocktail of drugs, which I decided I would live without. I sought alternative treatment, through a homeopath, unfortunately to no avail. I changed much of my diet through reading a book by Margaret Hill 'curing arthritis the drug free way'. Whilst this did not cure me. It certainly helped. I managed my disease, believe it or not on paracetamol and pain endurance and sheer belligerence. Fast forward to my thirties and I was struck down with a terrible illness. I ended up in hospital, had a blood transfusion and a diagnosis of ulcerative colitis. I spent a good few years on steroids for the colitis, when I became worse still. I then inherited a diagnosis of auto immune hepatitis, which is a life-long liver condition (I personally believe as a result of the blood transfusion). Whilst I had no choice but to have the blood, I could have died without it. I now have to take life maintaining medication because of this.
Throughout my lifelong battle with my diseases I have continued to work and maintain a certain independence which I feel is key. However, my rheumatoid has continued to work its evilness and I now have a diagnosis of osteoporosis and fibromyalgia. My wrists are becoming alarmingly disfigured and my options for surgery is limited as I have already undergone several operations to try and maintain pain free joints. My surgeon is and has almost run out of options and is seeking advice from colleagues.
Because of all my diseases. The clinician's are finding it ever increasingly difficult to treat me holistically. I have a very sensitive system and cannot take many of the drugs prescribed because they make me very ill and I experience terrible side-effects, so have to cease. Currently, I rely on depo injections (steroid) to control the flare-ups and pain for my RA and take the drug to control the liver condition. I am so stubborn that I will not allow my disability to get the better of me, but this is not the best attitude either, as I am adding pressure to my joints. Everyone that meets me cannot believe and almost refuse to believe that I have all this going on because of how I present myself, but believe me, sometimes like many of you out there you just want to not face it again in the morning because of the energy it takes . Even close family do not understand when you feel like rubbish and yet you still drag yourself out of bed, go to work and put a huge smile on your face. Sometimes, I feel awful because I'm not terribly sympathetic with people that moan about, what I deem to be mundane ailments, which really isn't fair on them. Sometimes, I don't want to have to explain why I am short tempered, or tired, or angry. Sometimes, I really want to sob and cry and stamp my feet at the unfairness of it all. However, I am truly inspired by many wonderful people that I have met on my journey. I have learned so much from people who are so much worse off that I. Also doing so much more. People who have endured horrific loss and tragic accidents, yet still go on daily. They are the true champs for me. All I want is for the specialists who treat me, to think of me as a person and look at the whole picture.