Living with PMR and the side effects of the only known treatment for almost a year now. Many of you have watched me go from panic/denial/anger/depression/fear to where I am finally in acceptance, I think.... or at least a lot closer to it.
I broke my foot a month ago. So, symptoms now are all over the place and its really impossible to tell the PMR from aches and pains of crutches and scooters and a boot the size of a small boulder attached to the end of my leg.... (which came first? the ache or the break?)
And I have come to realize (again) this week, that it really doesn't matter. No matter what happens to my body, the sun will still rise every morning. With or without me. I cannot change what is happening to me, I do not have control. It is what it is. Resistance takes so much effort, and yields nothing.
Today, I accept. Its so much easier.