Thank you both Jules and Sceenie. Wise thoughts and very wise words. Very much so. But.... Life always sucks, if that's how you feel about it at any given time. It's so relative always. Or in other words if you decide or choose to just 'feel' that. Or indeed decide or choose not to. Life never said it would be fair, it never said it would protect you from horrible issues. It never promised you that. Life just is as it is. It doesn't makes 'deals', it doesn't promise, it doesn't punish and nor does say or promise you're safe from harm. And it never discriminates. It just does as it does. I don't sit here and say 'why me'. The hand of fate or genetics or whatever couldn't give a fig about me at all. I'm irrelevant to that one, as all of us are. I could be magnanimous and say 'why not me' but that still presupposes fate, genetics or whatever actually cares. But it doesn't. Not at all. It simply has no DNA to even think that. (Sorry for italics too but I can't turn it off).
I am and probably just all of us are fortunate enough to only suffer this. Yes hugely fortunate. Yes truly seriously. It could be 20 thousand million times worse. We could be facing a prognosis that permits us just weeks, or just days or just hours or just minutes. Indeed our consequent and subsequent mental health issues could just do that anyway. But we're not or at least the majority of us aren't, facing that. What we do face and are facing is living with a seriously incapacitating chronic incurable disease. That's truly awfully and beyond our wildest dreams just effing well sucks. Disgustingly so. Doesn't it?
But.... I'm blessed with a more than a curious mind. I'm blessed with a decent education. I'm blessed with a professional life of over 30 years now that assesses real grown up medical research from exceptionally gifted and truly genius scientific talent. And I occasionally get to make binding judgements on that. Judgements that can change things too. What a privilege. Eh? And no I don't work for NICE or the NHS.
So whilst I may now literally whimper in pain for up to 3 or 4 hours of a morning, (tendon pain only, never joints although they can swell), and just feels like a cramp of such a magnitude that so often feels more than unbearable, and/or renders me incapable of doing anything than hum in exquisite pain, and then just sob awfully and then most so seriously wish.... (No one would ever know my experience of that one, only their own).
But I do have something that can make a difference. I can challenge coherently and with an ability to change things. I don't often lose incidentally. But wining isn't my motivation. Enabling is. Up to now it was to do with the enabling of others. It was to do with somehow harnessing the power of motivation and hope, as when we have hope we can just about to do anything at all. There are millions, several more millions that us PsA sufferers, who deal with so much worse than any of us do. Visit any Cancer or other type Hospice to find out. If you truly need to learn how to feel 'lucky' visit an end of the road paediatric one! Stay, chat, make friends and then just be there, all the way to the end. And while you're at it, visit a spinal injury rehab unit too. Or a facility for Motor Neuron Diseaase etc. If we ever need a 'reality check' there are seriously way more disabled people than us. Aren't there??? Yes. Really, really, really. Amazing isn't it? Annoying too.
So we're the walking wounded aren't we? Some more able to 'walk' than others. I have feet and hand issues. Too many times now I can't walk or just do. ANYTHING! Gosh. Seriously gosh. Up until last October my non professional life as in free time was about mucking out pigs for a charity for adult mentally disabled people whilst also being a tremendous tourist attraction; walking far, far from the maddening crowd; watching nature, studying nature and reveling in just being able to be that privileged to experience it. I'm a serious animal lover. Just taken on a new labrador puppy at the worst of my disability. I had no idea I would ever be this disabled when I decided to to take him on, but now guess I've got my PAT companion already. I also have two elderly cats. Between the three of them, I laugh presently every single day, despite my tears, despite my tantrums and even despite truly wishing I didn't have to live anymore. That last one is thankfully a whisper incidentally. Summarily dismissed by a puppy needing a poo in the garden.RIGHT THEN!
So yes I will rail against and improve our collective most cogent and most efficient results. Yes I will (but only if I need to) take on and even sue NICE or the NHS. I'm not at all perturbed or scared of that whatsoever. Professionally that can't scare me. Would truly prefer to not waste the time or energy on it but truly it's a mere inconvenience only. In the big scheme of things. If and only if needs be.
Yes, I will most certainly demand not just the best excellence but the best results that deal just with me. That then most hopefully deal just with each of us. I'm not a victim. I'm just me. I'm not sitting here saying 'poor me. I'm just sitting here, saying 'wake up world' this incredibly 'shitty' thing just dumped on me and by hook or by crook the world's incredibly and utterly amazing collective intellect and intelligence is going to make a difference to me, and others, as it has to. It says already it can do so, so hell, let's just have some of it. NOW! I'm 54 years of age and I've no time to waste.None of us do. We only have cogent lives to lead. Proper ones that enable us, that allows us to help others most of all.
I have serious job challenges coming up. I have just 4 weeks to keep my job.That means traveling 60 miles into London daily from 7am, taking 4 trains, 5 days a week. Presently I can't even take a shower before 11am. And that's with getting up at 5 am. I can't do the NICE protocol. It takes virtually 18 months. Recent research as in 2015 and 2016 says very persuasively that DMARDS don't 'do' or actually help psoriatic arthritis. I have also a serious phobia about vomiting. Before last Sunday on oral methotrexarte, I last threw up in July 1995. Due to a bad oyster. I've probably only ever vomited 11 times in my entire 54 years. All DMARDS warn of vomiting. Some worse than others. Last Sunday I vomited for 24 hours, straight. I'm lucky and the world hopefully is lucky I'm still here. Will share more about that 'journey' privately.
So I don't care a whit about funding within the NHS. It wastes so much money on its managers, its politics et al and just etc! Just alone. It also treated my Mum who was visiting from Ireland and it never thought to ask her Irish medical insurer to refund it for her rather expensive treatment. Her cover would have allowed that. I asked it too, it wouldn't. Shame on it for being so fiscally inept! She's now dead by the way! By the very condition it so ably first diagnosed. I've been a high earner (not now) and self employed in doing so, I've paid my dues. I and every other resident UK person who earns then also 'pays' for our global, exceptional medical excellence should also expect excellence. Our excellence. My whole professional life has been about enabling that excellence. And now I've even a bigger far more more important motivation.
Here are some things, every one of us should read:
'Treating spondylarthritis, including ankylosing sppondylitis and psoriatiric arthritis, to target: recommendations of an international task force. In the 'Annals of Rheumatic Disease. Written by Josef Smolen:
'The role of methotrexate in psoriatic arthritis: what is the evidence?' Written by M.H. Weisman and published in 2015..
'Methrotrexate treatment for Psoriatic Arthritis. Written by Jim Morelli. And on the Arthritis Foundation website.
And lastly 'Psoriatic arthritis: latest treatments and their place in therapy.' Written by Kang and Kavanaugh and published in 2015.
We have a duty, fellow psoriatic arthristis sufferers to get learning, get educated, get enabled and get our ourselves at our optimum best, always. We need to be courageous and forthright. Seriously so. We need to educate our medical professionals about us, individually most of all, our disease, but most of all just about us. But even more most of all, we need to collectively and individually choose treatments that have the best chance of enabling us. Just us.
I have a present mantra. It's this. 'It's my life, my disease and my body. And yet again just my life. Only I can live my life and frankly even my nearest and dearest can't live my life for me. I will utterly control what goes into my body and (for me anyway) control how it comes out.' I so realise how utterly privileged I am to know I can presently feel able to honour that. I hope beyond hope my present privilege and dare I say it courage, also enables others. Just to live the life we choose to. Sometimes we'll choose to be victims, sometimes life encourages us to be victims.But we can change that, We can choose. Whatever, there's zilch point in living a life that has significant disabilities without having hope. Without educating ourselves, without educating our medical professionals and without just being the intrinsically amazing people we can be.
Yes life can be a bitch. Yes life can be too challenging. But .... when we stop believing it's decided to target us as it can't anyway, well then we've choices. The most important one only is how we decide to react. Believe me in the last 6 months, I've cried like a baby. But this last week, a very disabling week too, I've decided that being a grown up just makes more sense.
So onward. Politely, respectively but always with the end goal in mind, which is and can only be the best capacity available with the least amount of harm. That's different for each of us, but please make sure yours works for you.
Gosh I so went off on one didn't I? It has though so helped, Thank you for reading. Thank you most of all for allowing me to share. And actually I'm rather proud of myself for not only having the courage to write it but also post it.