Mad At Myself

I was diagnosed with RA when I was 20, a year after I had my daughter. I woke up one morning and felt like I was hit by a truck. I'm 44 years old now, and have had many struggles over the years with my disease. A lot of my battles were with my own body, wanting it to do things that it didn't want to do. I think the most important thing that I've had to learn in my life is, that quality of life is more important than quantity of life. I'd rather be able to do the things that I enjoy and love now, than worry about if I'm going to be able to do them later on, down the road.

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