Ankolysing Spondylitis. When the rheumatologist first uttered those words almost three months ago, relief swept over me. As I learned more about the degenerative auto-immune disorder and the treatment options the 
specialist recommended, the icy hand of fear began to grip me. Did I really need such high end treatments? What about the side effects of such drugs? I’m too young to deal with this. What about my kids? “Well, saving your sight is paramount,” was the only response from the doctor.
My life had changed overnight it seemed. In the months since then, as I’ve been trying to find a new normal, I’m learning that: you can read more at: http://anitamellott.com/blog
Stethoscope image: Renjith Krishnan, freedigitalphotos.com
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“The sun still shines, the flowers bloom, and the birds chirp. If I step outside myself, the sun’s rays will caress my cheek, and the gentle breeze will ruffle my hair. I take joy in the sounds of my children’s laughter.
Each day is a gift from God—to be cherished with those around.”
I just love this. It is so true. My struggle has been different (kids with special needs/autism) but this still applies, and it is a wonderful perspective. Thank you for sharing what you are learning through your struggles. I have 2 uncles with Ankolysing Spondylitis. They were diagnosed very young, but are doing well. I hope that is encouraging to you
Thank you so much for sharing from your heart and encouraging me. I hope you’ll join me at http://www.anitamellott.com
. God bless!