Progress report...

It's been a while since I checked in.  Life just gets in the way sometimes, you know?

So my trial of high-dose abatacept (now simply referred to as "miracle juice") was a roaring success.  My rheumatologist didn't even bother asking how I was feeling.  He said he saw me from a distance one day, and he just knew.  To quote him (as closely as I can from memory, anyway):

"I saw you walking down the street, and I smiled to myself.  Incredible.  Great posture, confident steps, head held high, smiling as you walked; looking exactly like a young woman should.  I've seen you shuffling your feet and walking with the gait of a 90-something year old woman; but the woman I saw that day was every bit the fit, healthy, confident young lady I always knew was in there, barricaded by your RA.  It's amazing the difference good treatment makes."

He was absolutely right.  The increase in dosage almost instantly made a huge difference - and now I don't feel so trapped by the disease.  It's amazing how much weight it puts on your shoulders, to have to carry the disease around with you day after day.  It robs you of good posture, confidence, and the sparkle in your eyes that people recognise as your healthy face.  But removing that weight - figuratively and literally - and being able to have enough energy to do things like go to the gym after work make me feel more like a person my age should feel!

So we carry on - because this is as close to the big R as I've come.  Sure, there are flares every now and again; and I'm certainly not going to insinuate I'm pain free because that would just be flat out lying - but I feel good, I feel relatively normal, I have had zero sick leave days in the past 6 months due to my RA, and I feel as though I finally have some semblance of control.  And after so many years of feeling as though I had zero control over my body and its tantrums, that's one heck of a turn around.  Thank heavens for new developments in drug therapy!