I tend to be a smiley person. I've always been a glass half full, optimistic type and have always sought to find and focus on the positive things that I CAN do. I am strong.
One of my girl friends, nearly 3 decades ago pronounced to me, "Maybe if you just smile you will get better." as though it was a fact or as if she'd just given me the secret key to recovery. I didn't speak to her for a week! But she was right of course, smiling makes me feel better, even as the fusion marches on.
When my older brother was struck with AS, nearly a decade after me, he was pretty shocked by the fierceness of it, upset naturally, and quite crippled for about 3-4? yrs. or so. He was just starting to come to grips with it, resignedly, when it went away. He got better and is in what for all intents and purposes appears to be a permanent state of remission! He took up hand-gliding then got his pilot's license and if there is a blue sky in the morning, I'm pretty sure I know where he'll be! zoommmm
I've been fortunate too in that (and not to infringe on anyone else's idea of a miracle), I've found mine and it comes in vials labelled Remicade..!
I guess there are all sorts of stories that we can draw from. We are all a bit different and all a bit the same.
Cheers!
