So I’m getting old. And not just old the way we all age each day, each year. Old as in the dog stepped on my foot and gave me stress fractures. Old as in I’m unable to open certain bottles or tie my shoes at times.
Is it getting old? Nope not really. The reality is lupus, my medication to combat lupus, arthritis and such have and continue to wreck havoc with things I can or cannot due. But not always. And it isn’t hopeless. Actually it has taught me patience and humility. Simply because I am forced to ask for help and support during these times.
Lupus has introduced me to some wonderful people, people I otherwise would never have met. Amazing doctors, nurses, orderlies, pharmacists and so on. People who have made a career in caring for others, helping those who need help and sometimes won’t admit it.
Lupus has also introduced me to fellow lupus Warriors. Amazing women, men and children who handle this unpredictable illness with grace, fire and determination that encourages me when I need it most. These people have accepted me as is, get the word symptoms and such that come with this chronic illness and provide creative and helpful suggestions in managing the illness and staying true to myself.
So well May 10th may be World Lupus Day, every day is a challenge and opportunity to stretch and find a new flex strength I didn’t know I had.