Mary Cyr Dacus |
Actually it was my wonderful orthopaedic that suggested that I see a rheumatologist. Back at that time, all books in the library gave a 5 year life expectancy. I had 2 children still at home. My husband was a long haul truck driver, so I was almost a single mom. My parents were 500 miles away.
I had few friends. My only sibling was a brother who was also 500 miles away.
Basically I was on my own with this scary diagnosis.
Fortunately, after I saw my new doctor, I learned I could live a relatively normal life. He started me on NSAIDS and Plaquenil. Soon I was feeling better.
Since then my husband is now my ex. He couldn't deal with the illness. This is typicsl of most spouses. I have remarried and happier. But the illness has taken up residence in several of my organs. My medication list has increased to an embarrassing total. I am now living on disability. Medicare and Medicaid are my insurance. My doctors are good. I spend a lot of time with them. But, I guess I must in order to feel human.
I thank God for that orthopaedic that suggested I see a rheumatologist.
Mary Cyr Dacus
This is post is part of a the World Lupus Day event on Sometimes, it is Lupus.
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