If you're reading this it is probably by accident, cuz I can count on one finger how many others will care about what's on this blog. Still, it has a purpose for me, which is to track my symptoms and try to figure out what the heck this damn disease- oh, excuse me, "syndrome"- is all about. They don't know the cause and don't have a cure. I have had fybro for much longer than when I was diagnosed with it, which was in 2000. By then I was disabled (i.e. no longer able to hold down a job) and bedridden about 80 per cent of the time. It has been a gutwrenching challenge to adjust to being disabled, and to help my children through the adjustment as well. It has been a rocky road for all of us. More about that later. At this point, all of that is a memory, and is many memories. Still, on a daily basis I am learning how to cope, and figuring out what to do with my time. One side-effect of my illness is my art. So as I write about my life since fibro, I will also share my art. There was a time I became enamored with faces, studying them, working on how to express them in pencil. I enjoyed that very much, and here are some samples of that work: ( you can click on each to see a larger, clearer image)
