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Imagine your body and brain fizzing and swirling and being sucked up into space through a really loud vacuum cleaner that has no off switch.
When pain, new symptoms, anxiety and more, coupled with your existing diseases cause you to reach out beyond yourself for help.
So, if I am going to be honest then I have to be brutally honest. I wish he wasn’t sick. I wish I wasn’t sick either, but I mean this in a different way. I wish he didn’t have an autoimmune disease too.
A CJ blogger feels lucky about catching her rheumatoid arthritis early but starts to fear what RA progression is doing to her body.
Does having a chronic disease alter your identity? The Unexpected Advocate seeks to answer this question in her newest blog post.
Our unexpected advocate exposes the vicious cycle of depression.
Cj Unexpected Advocate shares a recent revelation and tells the world how she is fighting back against arthritis.
Sometimes my husband acts like a child. I know, many women say this about their husbands. But what makes my husband acting like a big baby more difficult than most is that like me, he lives with rheumatoid arthritis. And the childlike behavior that drives me particularly crazy? When he goes off his meds.
Sausage Feet sausage feet, sausage toes and fingers, pockets of fluid invade my body like demon soldiers conquering a new land
When things are tough on a daily basis – you know like living with the kind of pain that can have you literally writhing and flopping in agony on your couch – I find myself living for those small, almost insignificant moments that I think others miss.