The Warm Fuzzies of Gratitude

This past year has been a year of change for me. 3 new nieces, 1 new teflon/plastic shoulder, 1 new designer drug (my nickname for Enbrel), 6 mg less per day of prednisone, 2-3 flares and 1 realization - in the face of flares, surgery and other health issues - that my family is really more important than anything else in the world.

In reflecting on my year, I feel grateful for the people in my life and for the events that have happened. I believe you learn from your experiences, and this year was a world of discovery.

I learned through my shoulder replacement that I am pretty tough. That you need to be your own health care advocate. That a nerve block for a Total Shoulder Replacement is a very good idea.

I learned that if you ask for help, you will usually receive it. Friends are willing to take you grocery shopping when you can't drive - and they will even carry your groceries into your house. They will also drive you and your son to his appointments. Wait. And then drive you home. All you have to do is ask.

I learned that a parents love never lessens. Even when you are their 34 year old "baby." This year has presented a few more downs than ups, but the support from my parents never wavers. They are a 4 hour car ride away, or a 10 digit phone call. Either way, I always feel their physical and emotional support .

I learned it was time to move on from my job. That family is more important than work. In 2010 I am working towards transitioning out of my company and am excited to stay home with the kids.

I learned that I need to take better care of myself. To re-visit treatments that gave me some support and relief. Massage. Acupuncture. Eating better. Small amounts of exercise. Naps. Doing less in a day and feeling good about it.

I learned to find joy in the day to day. In simple things. Going to Starbucks with friends for a chat after the kids have gone to bed. Playdates. An "I lub you, mommy".

I learned there is a wonderful community of RA bloggers, offering support, friendship and the bond of similar experiences. It's nice to feel like a part of a community of people who understand.

I learned - for the 12th year in a row - that my hubby rocks. Literally. He is my rock who makes me laugh, does my hair in a ponytail when I can't reach due to my RA, shares all our parenting ups and downs and just loves me.

From my warm, fuzzy place of gratitude, I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!

Energy - A hot commodity for people with RA

It comes, and it goes, but it's always on my mind - exactly how much energy do I have today? I think most people in my life would agree - I'm a bit of a doer. I love checking things off my list and getting through lots of errands, cooking and house-stuff. But each activity takes energy, so I have to budget the estimated amount of energy I have vs. how much energy I think I have. Sometimes it works out, and I have some energy leftover at the end of the day, and other times - not so much. I am tired and exhausted long before bedtime, so I push through the remainder of the day silently cursing myself.

I know I need to slow down. I forget that the measure of "how was your day" is not "what/how much did you do today". I could have a super day and do absolutely nothing on my to-do list. I could just play with the kids and it could be the best day ever.

Given my current flare, I am taking a harder look at what I have to do today versus what I would like to get done. I simply don't have the energy that I used to (and would like to have), but I'm not one to sit around and turn off my inner monologue of everything that still needs to be done. I'm slowly realizing that there is nothing wrong with life in the slow(er) lane. But it's a work in progress for me - and I find myself (especially around the holiday season) reverting back to my roots. I need to add a permanent item to my "To-do" list to take a break and slow down. Perhaps then I'll do it.

Was it a bus or a train that just ran me over?

I've found my pity place and I'm throwing a huge party - feel free to join in. I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm mad. If I were my 2 year old I would be on my tummy right now kicking and screaming in a full blown tantrum- assuming I had the energy, of course. Instead of throwing a tantrum on the floor, I'll just write about it.

I am 97.6% sure that I am having a flare, however it feels like a muted version, as my sugar-daddy anti-RA drug (Enbrel) seems to be working for me and I am not feeling the full force of the flare. I am trying - 1 mg less per day each month - to get off my Prednisone. I have posted before about my love/hate relationship with Prednisone - but I feel it is time to part ways, but what is the cost? I have been reducing my Prednisone from 10 mg per day down to 4 mg per day now - which I am excited about. However I have noticed that I have had a few mini-flares recently, so I am now paying the price of less prednisone. RA Guy has blogged about Diclofenac injections, and I have made a note to ask my rheumatologist about this on my next visit.

I am also paying the price of a way-too-big-day at work this past week. Our company hosted a drop-in party for 100 contractors and I (as usual) helped out with food prep all day - leaving me on my feet using my hands. My right thumb said a big "screw you" by not functioning properly for the following 2 days and the rest of me woke up feeling like a bus/excavator/street paver/steamroller/passenger train ran over me (can you tell I have a 4 year old boy?). In sum, I feel like crap.

I'm mad at myself for not speaking up. You'd think that after 18 years of living with RA, I would know my limits and be able to speak up. Somehow I prioritized work over my health and wound up on the couch, tired and in pain. Usually I'm a pretty smart cookie. Usually.

Some Hardware - Part 3

I made preparations for my 2 little ones to leave town for a week of fun at the grandparents. Both sets were wonderfully supportive to take the kids for 4 days each so my first few days recovering at home I could focus on myself. I thought that would be best for me and for them. I want to limit what they see of my arthritis for now, and me with tubes sticking out everywhere might just be too much for them - they don't need to see their mom like that. I made arrangements at work, I attended my pre-op appointments. I did not get a pedicure (thought I desperately wanted one) - apparently they check your toes for your circulation and nail polish gets in the way. Boo.

To deal with my stress, I went for a 2 - 5k walks the day before. I strapped on my ipod and pretended I was someone else for a little while. I swung my arms and tried not think about anything really, especially the life-altering/life-improving? surgery the next day.

I showered with anti-bacterial soap and put on clean clothes. I arrived on time, hungry and scared. They offered me a mild sedative, I took it gladly. They took my blood pressure, which was through the roof. The nurse asked if I had problems with my blood pressure. Seriously, is that a question? I'm about to have major surgery, and you're commenting on my high blood pressure...?

I was off to the anesthesiologist for a nerve block in my neck. Honestly, my anesthesiologist was one of the nicest doctors I have met - and that's saying quite a bit, given the number of doctors I have met over the years. The inserted a tube in my neck where they could administer medication to block the nerve (pain) signals to my brain. This is a good thing, considering the trauma my poor arm was about to endure.

My surgeon was well, himself. I asked the nurse to see him prior to the surgery and he breezed in as I was off to lala land - needless to say, there was no conversation. Oh, surgeons. I really just wanted a few reassurances that everything was going to be ok.

I awoke in recovery with my arm in a sling, a little dopey, a little thirsty and a little disoriented. The nurses were helpful and soon enough I was off to my room. There was a miscommunication, as my husband was told he would be called in the waiting room when I was being moved to my room - well that didn't happen. I was in my room, alone, scared and sobbing wondering where he was for an hour. Surgery is scary. I was scared. I didn't want to be alone. I needed John to hold my hand. I couldn't imagine going through this without the support network I have. Parents, friends and mostly my hubby.

Some Hardware - Part 2

To cut, or not to cut - that is the question. To start on the bionic path or not -that was the question I was struggling to answer. I knew this path was inevitable, but I just wasn't ready for it right quite then. I thought 3,5,7,10 years would pass before I needed to go under the knife - years, not months.

I had a tough December in 2008 while I wrestled with this decision. I knew that I needed the surgery, and if I waited too long, my surgery would not be terribly successful. I talked to my husband, my parents, my rheumatologist. Actually, my rheumy took 45 minutes to meet with me about it, and saw me on short notice, as I had many serious concerns about the prospect of surgery (that's putting it fairly mildly). He look at my radiology reports from the hospital and confirmed that my shoulders were in a bad way and that surgery was the best recommendation for me.

I cried, I raged, I pulled out all the stops in my pity train. Life wasn't fair. Why me? Woe is me. And then, acceptance, empowerment and a decision.

I booked my surgery for May 19th, 2009 and the countdown began. I second guessed my decision several times, but in my heart of hearts, I knew that this was the right decision at the right time and to delay was merely delaying the inevitable.