I’m not drinking much if any craft beer these days. My rheumatoid arthritis makes me eat a healthy diet that most people wouldn’t consider yummy because I also have food sensitivities.
Food and alcohol play a massive role in my inflammation.
Searching for love when you have a chronic illness is a challenge — an often lonely challenge.
Telling someone you are chronically ill is not sexy.
There’s diabetes, epilepsy, heart disease, lung disease, multiple sclerosis, inflammatory bowel disease — the list goes on.
I sometimes wonder who’s the bigger idiot: him, or me for dating him in the first place.
They say you’re supposed to date people you share common interests with.
Their marriage ended when she passed away, which coincidentally — and terrifyingly — was the same week that I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. You could hear the compassion, understanding, support, and love in the way he spoke to her and of her. I am searching for someone who will be there through my sickness, not shy away from it.
My uncle was always there for her, through her sickness and until her death. Let me give you an example of who I’m not looking for: the rockstar heavy metal boyfriend I had at the time of my diagnosis, who said to me on our first date that if he were with a woman who became disabled, he would run.