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The Old Lady in My Bones

Swollen Joints, Flares and Inspiration

DSC_0756It felt like a world away – Toronto. I had travelled back east earlier in the year to Prince Edward Island and I remembered a long and arduous trek across the country. Now here I was, once again, leaving the familiar comfort of the West Coast. I woke at 5:00 am, (5:00 am to a person with arthritis is akin to a rusty antiquated robot trying to turn its gears), and dragged my stiff body from the warmth of my bed. Four and half hours later, I touched down in the frenzied and chaotic city of Toronto – still moving like that antiquated robot, but it was for a worthy cause.

I was whisked across the country for ARTHfully Living, an event designed to bring Canadian arthritis bloggers and online influencers together and examine the impact of creating awareness for a disease that many see as their “grandmother’s arthritis”. Our modest group was plucked from all over Canada and represented many different types of arthritis, as well as other conditions that topple our overall health.

On our first night, we gathered for dinner and spirits. The funny and marvelous thing about this first night was that we didn’t talk about arthritis. Nobody said, “Hi, I have RA, what do you have?” Nobody compared their illness, or bragged about who was the most indisposed (a strange sport I have observed in medical waiting rooms). We didn’t line up our medication bottles like soldiers standing at attention. We chatted about who we were, what we did, our likes, our dislikes, our hobbies, our family, and our travels – we told stories of the things that really mattered. Not once did our illness cloud our conversation or define who we were.

DSC_0763The following day was jam-packed with speakers, workshops and discussions. Rheumatologists discussed the advances in medicine, how to make the most of your appointment with your doctor, and the advantage of working with a medical team (physiotherapy, occupational therapy, social workers and nurses) to help manage disease. We vented about our frustrations as patients; we learned how to unravel the maze of technology we call “social media” and how it connects people from all over the world and provides the opportunity to share. We talked a bit about ourselves and our online work. There are as many stories as there are types of arthritis. A common thread was the importance of sustaining hope through creating goals. Having something to fight for is a key factor in resurrecting a life that has changed. No goal is insignificant – if you want to stand, to kneel, hold a cup, put on a ring, walk, or climb a mountain, anything is possible with patience and courage. It is as much mental as it is physical.

I was grateful to be a part of this talented and insightful group. They all found ways to rise above their disease, to allow their strength to shine through their creativity. I am a huge believer in empowering myself. Medical professionals can give you medicine, they can help steer you on the path to exercise and nutrition, but they can’t make you do any of it – ultimately is it up to you to light your own fire and find a way to make your life work. We are adaptable creatures and that’s one of many things that make us unique.

At the end of these lively discussions, we were to participate in an art workshop, but alas, due to a previous commitment, I was whisked back to the airport to catch a flight home. I found out later that our art project was to create hands from clay. I pondered over what would have evolved from my fingers. It probably wouldn’t have looked much like a hand. I’m not skilled at shaping material. I’m sure I would have sculpted an unidentifiable blob – but I think I would have been okay with my blob, because sometimes the creative mess of working your way through life with an illness resembles an unidentifiable blob.

Thank you to Janssen and GCI Group for an inspiring and thought-provoking weekend. Please check out Lene Andersen’s The Seated View for a more comprehensive description of our time together – she describes it so well. It was a pleasure to meet so many amazing people. I look forward to following your journeys.

About J.G. Chayko

I am a writer living on the beautiful West Coast in Vancouver B.C. I am a poet at heart but also write prose, fiction and creative non-fiction. In my thirties, while working for a Rheumatology clinic, I was diagnosed with early Rheumatoid Arthritis. I created " The Old Lady In My Bones" to share my experience living with this disease and to create an awareness that arthritis touches people of all ages, not just the elderly.

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7 thoughts on “Swollen Joints, Flares and Inspiration

  1. It sounds like an amazing trip. It must have been a wonderful experience to meet those talented people who “get it”.

    Posted by Carla Kienast | August 25, 2014, 6:57 am
    • Yes, Carla, it was an incredible opportunity to meet other bloggers, make new friends and find inspiration in everyone’s fight against arthritis. I was honoured to invited to participate in such a wonderful day. I hope you are feeling better.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | August 25, 2014, 9:08 am
  2. It’s good to learn from, participate with and find encouragement from others. Well done J.G. Keep that old lady in check! 😉

    Posted by Kev | August 25, 2014, 10:29 am
    • Thanks Kev. I am keeping well, staying inspired and subduing the old lady as much as I can :). Hope you and yours are doing well. Cheers.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | August 25, 2014, 2:28 pm
      • Thanks J.G. I’m doing fine… Pat is nearing the end of her light treatment for her psoriasis break out. She’s clearing up, thank god. Will be seeing her MD specialist early Sept. 🙂

        Keep up the good work! 🙂

        Posted by Kev | August 26, 2014, 12:14 am
  3. What a wonderful event to attend. Sounds like a well-rounded platform. And it’s true, as the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink. We have to be pro-active and in full charge of our care. Sometimes I feel funny telling my rheumy what I’m going to do, but then I think, nobody walks in my shoes but me. Hope you’re quite recovered from your journey.

    Posted by Irma | August 25, 2014, 6:11 pm
    • Hi Irma, it was a crazy amazing 24 hours…I had no idea I was going to be that affected by the time change, but it took a few days to recover. I went right from that conference to a wonderful writer’s festival on the coast, and I may have partially snoozed through one of the author’s readings (he was fabulous, I did buy his book, just for the record :). But yes, it was a fabulous event and I hope they consider doing it again.

      Posted by J.G. Chayko | August 26, 2014, 8:58 pm

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