When my rheumatoid arthritis was at it's worst, and I was spending 14 hours at least out of every 24, crying with pain, being unable to do anything for myself, including dressing, washing, toileting, cooking and feeding, due to inflamed, swollen and painful joints. I was only in my 40s, and honestly got to the point where I thought, "I really can't take this for another 30 or 40 years. This surely can't be my entire future existence".
Fortunately, when I eventually broke down in the rheumatology nurse's office ( I always breezily replied "oh yes, I'm fine" when she asked how I'd been) I was put onto my "magic medicine" and I have been practically symptom free from that time.
I dread the time I go to an appointment and I am told that the NHS will no longer fund my treatment, but for now, I am so so so grateful that I have them, and have this reprieve.
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