Accepting limitations and setting goals
Saturday, October 13, 2012
This summer I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. I am still naive about the scope of the damage that could be done if my doctor had not been thorough and aggressive. I also suffer from Barrett's esophagus so NSAIDS cannot be used.
My hands were affected. I could not golf well, dress myself, and cook at the time of the MRI. I was in the early stage with a few joints damaged. I now am getting a fuller picture.
I have liver studies each month. I had chest xrays of my lungs. I had blood tests done. I had MRIs. I get a bone density scan tomorrow. I must get rest. I get tired out by housework. I am so glad to have a cleaning specialist.
I learned to make double batches of meals and freeze them. I have a plan to shop for groceries. I lined the walls of my garage with cleaning products, paper products and household supplies on one wall. The other wall has my pantry items and speciality cookware. I drive into the garage and unload.
I intend to learn more about my illness. I am fortunate to be able to tolerate methotrexate and folic acid. I can help my husband with dialysis.
I feel blessed to have the early diagnosis. Now I just have to let go of the pictures in mind of my mother badly crippled with rheumatoid arthritis.