Finally, a life
I really thought I was going to die last year. To prepare, I filled out the final wishes form. Next, I made an attempt to simplify my financial records. I said thank you to all the people who have been helping me the last few years. I had a garage sale. What the heck, I thought, I would be the one to get the money if I had one before I died. Just as I thought things were going to get worse, they were already terrible, I started coming out of the methotrexate fog. I could think clearly again. O happy days. At least I had my mind. Both cancers could return. My RA could leave me immobilized. Yet, I would be able to read. My favorite thing to do. Preston and Child’s Pendergast series. Baldacci’s adventures. All the fascinating medical books. I could be happy. The methotrexate injections, Plaquenil, leflunomide and the prednisone finally calmed the ever-present inflammation in my body. This was after 2 years. And it may not last long, but it is …
