I have good news. The arthritis panel came back negative yesterday. I cried. I cried because for what seemed like the first time in so long things were going right. What I have is manageable and my future is a positive one.
I also treated the diagnosis as postive, to be honest. I have been on a cloud-skimming high since about last Thursday. (It took me a couple days to fully swallow and digest living with Fibromyalgia.) But TO KNOW!! To be able to say, "This ache is the disease, I don't need physical therapy, I need to accept it and work through the pain" and "I am not crazy! This pain is real and I can embrace it and be happy I can feel anything at all!" - those are the kind of emotions the diagnosis settled in my heart.
So today I share this good news. And I share something beautiful done for me.
I had my first case of utter exhaustion to the point of inactivity last night (first non-child related, for all you parents out there!). I wasn't able to go to my Junior League volunteer event. I was barely able to fork spaghetti into my mouth and run to the pharmacy. I collapsed into bed and fell asleep before my husband, which he will attest is about the fifth time this has happened in seven years of marriage.
So my children did something beautiful for me today. And I am here, writing a positive post instead of the opposite because of it.