I walked my dog just after 6am this morning and had breakfast in the garden when I got back. For some reason I thought of a comment Dorset Lady often makes about looking back after a year and realising just how far you had come. This time last year after finally being diagnosed with GCA and recovering from pneumonia I was at an all time low. Came out of Hospital in a wheelchair, had Carers in every morning and needed a dog walker to walk my Labrador.
Twelve months on, Ive put on a bit of weight, have flushed fat face, can't see or hear so well as I did, have treacle brain, hair like straw, purple bruises on arms and legs, strange cysts on fingers. But, I feel well and can do pretty much all I want to do if I'm sensible about it and for this I am so grateful. Very much appreciate the immense support I have always received from this forum too.
Dorset Lady you are so right! Who knows next year (2 years) I may be off steroids and please my Rheumy. Is there an emoji for flying pigs?