What I Dreamed, I Did

I would like to apologize for being gone so much from this blog. I appreciate that there are people out there who come to read my words here. I have unfortunately been very ill again and am truly hoping I will have a few more years left to me. It is hard to become this ill when I am still in the prime of my life. I recently spent six difficult days in the hospital; I came out of it with a new treatment regimen which is helping, but it was a scary time, and frightening for everyone. I can feel the tiredness of my body at this point, fighting a long battle for health and strength, and yet I am still here.

I feel sad for anyone who still maintains the idea that lupus is not a real disease. I have had it for eighteen years and can feel how much it has taken out of me at this point. The good part for me is that I fully believe, even at this point when so much is up in the air for me, that I can achieve a remission.

Every day is so precious, so irreplaceable. That is the gift I am getting out of this time, that the time on earth we have is such a treasure.