Making Progress

It’s hard to believe my journey to healing from myositis began just over a year ago when I was first diagnosed. It has definitely been a challenging year full of ups and downs (but mostly downs). There have been many overwhelming days where giving up seemed so much easier than fighting – the sleepless nights, pain, hair loss, muscle deterioration, skin changes, cancer screenings, surgery, tests, appointments with rheumatology, dermatology, gynocology, gastroenterology, opthamology, pulmonology, cardiology, sleep clinic, and traveling out of town for appointments. This is the norm for anyone battling dermatomyositis. It is a life changing disease to be sure.

Most people know I have always been an active, outdoor person. When both of these things were affected, (not being able to be as active and having to avoid the sun), it really made me learn to never take for granted even the smallest blessings in life. I also had to learn how to remove the word “can’t” from my vocabulary. I’ve heard people in my myositis support groups discuss giving up on certain aspects of their life. They talk about never visiting the beach again and avoiding any outdoor activities. My response to that is that “you can’t stop living.” Yes, there are new challenges, but there are ways around it. You must press forward and still find ways to do the things you love. This is how you survive and thrive.

So, here I am a year later. I’m down 20 lbs so far (mostly prednisone weight), rashes are under control, pain is better, and I am getting more rest since starting treatment for sleep apnea. This is helping tremendously with my healing. I am starting to feel like the old Amy again. I have energy to clean my house (in small steps), mow my lawn, go hiking with Izzy, and ride my bike further. My bike rides used to be about 30 miles on average. Since I’ve been ill, the rides have been about three to four miles (which I am still grateful for). Recently, I rode 13 miles, the longest ride in over a year. My strength is coming back.

This lifechanging illness came out of nowhere and was brought on by a combination of factors, including: menopause, a virus, genetics, and stress. You could say it was the perfect storm. This is a lifelong journey and I have no intention of giving up. I have seen the benefits of persistence and patience and that health and wellbeing are definitely worth fighting for. While the mental and physical journey has been taxing, I am a firm believer that good things do come to those who wait.

Slow progress is better than no progress. The fight continues. (I am including photos from last summer to now and a photo from my most recent bike ride so you can see the progress.)

Grotton papules gone.
Heliotrope rash (eyelids) and facial rash gone.
Knee rashes gone.
Moon face from prednisone gone.

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