By Feb 14th, 2008 I had suffered from months of exhaustive, aching pain that consumed my entire being. So finally knowing what was the cause of this did bring me some peace of mind but, that was fleeting. Due to an allergy I have the regular course of treatment of an arthritis drug containing NSAIDS was not an option for me. My only option? The use of steroids to suppress my over zealous immune system. Steroids of which have their own host of detrimental side effects. So I was supposed to take something that could do more harm to my body than good? Heavy thoughts for a day associated with hearts, kisses and cupid. I cried the majority of that Valentine's Day as I tried to explain to a few close friends and family members what was ailing me despite not even knowing myself what this disease was.
Four years later and I still don't know what my future living with this disease holds. The first round of steroids given to me shortly after my diagnosis worked without any scary side effects. I've had no flare ups since, which surprises the hell out of me considering the schooling I had to do in order to receive my AHT diploma (intense to say the least). I still can't help but reflect upon myself every V-Day and hope that my body doesn't go to war with itself ever again.
