Thinking about yesterday. And all that I’ve lived. Lived through. Lived with.
Thinking about today. My family, my granddaughters. I see myself in them.
Thinking about tomorrow. My birthday comes at the end of the year and it always makes me reflect not only on the year ending but the year ahead.
Thinking about celebrating ten years of beating Rheumatoid Arthritis. October will mark the official date of the first salvo fired in its direction. My arsenal has changed somewhat over the years, been modified, added to, deleted from. But one mainstay remains: Methotrexate.
I don’t remember the exact date; it’s in my chart. My doctor doesn’t know it yet, but I plan to get access to it. I figure I will put the three hours I spend waiting in his office to good use. Or, I might pay for them to print it out for me. Whatever method, I need some of that data. I plan to compile some of my posts on this site, as well as added material, into a book: Beating Rheumatoid Arthritis.
I will come up with a subtitle in due time. And perhaps I will write a sequel in 2024 to mark 20 years of engagement. Or if things turn out to be more eventful than expected, perhaps in 2019, after 15 years. For I know I am experiencing an unceasing battle, or perhaps more of a Mexican standoff at times, but not a victory. Yet.
I’ve been thinking about my readers and followers. I appreciate you all greatly. I send good thoughts your way and I wish for you the very best of wellness in this coming year, and all the years to come.