Soon the results of my blood tests were in and it was not good. There is definately some sort of autoimmune issue and although they haven't given my an official diagnosis, Lupus is the strong front runner. The rheumatologist is going on vacation, so I won't have any "official" diagnosis until I see him in the middle of July.
I finished my little bird painting and started a new one. I am having to rely on the Lord and others for much more than I like to admit. I really need to invest in more jammies. I am learning to listen to my body more and help it by not piling on lists of to-do's.
But even though I feel that my life is changing and that the road will likely be difficult, I am so grateful. Grateful to a PA who picked up on a difficult diagnosis. Grateful for family and friends who support me. Grateful to maybe have answers that give me reason to hope. Grateful to be able to paint. Art is a life saver. It has saved me from difficult times in the past and I know that even though I may be slower, I can still paint and feel the joy that comes from expressing myself. So while I may not be having the best time ever, right now, I am still happy, contented, hopeful and mostly grateful. No need to worry about me!