Grammie's Double Whammy

It's been awhile. Did you miss me, I wonder?  I've been drifting about on the clouds of memory fog and forgetfulness that accompany conditions like psoriatic arthritis and fibromyalgia. (My family gets a kick out of my loopiness.) The plethora of doctor appointments and hospital stays have kept me pretty occupied, as well. Since autoimmune dysfunction assaulted my life, I have come to accept most things as they appear with much less stress than before. Perhaps time heals. Now if I could just remember to schedule that massage... Having been diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis in 2014, I am much more invested in the reality of this disease now. I have read, asked questions, written, researched, traveled and cried. Knowing what I know now, I wish I wouldn't have been so hard on myself. A gift from my daughter, Alesha, may have been the the gentle nudge I needed to truly realize this. She gave me a rose bush for Mothers Day the same year I was diagnosed with psoriatic ar...

My high school friend,  Valerie, recently posted a comment on my Facebook page. She suggested that I was brave for sharing my story. I had to pause. When I think of bravery, I see images of firefighters running into burning buildings to save people. I am certainly not brave. Or am I? Sara Bareilles sings a song titled Brave. It is a favorite of mine that I have loved, since the moment I heard it. But I don't believe I ever really listened to what she was trying to say in the lyrics.  After contemplating Valerie's post, and revisiting the song and its video, my interpretation of her point is much clearer. And at such an important time in my life. Speak your truth and be brave. OK. I guess I'm brave. I literally feel like a new woman. Thank you, Valerie! Sharing my story and vulnerabilities is courageous. I know this because stories about people who have conquered their demons have resonated with me in a remarkable way. Telling a personal story exposes your pa...