Since my very early 20s (which means nearly 20 years) I have had ankylosing spondylitis, a progressive rheumatic condition which is not only very painful but affects your life in so many different ways. You become afraid to plan anything because you know you might be having a bad time of it, and that bad time might last for several months. Then you get better periods as it’s a cyclical condition – it’s still no fun but you can do more and life is less of a challenge. In the background though you’re still taking too many anti-inflammatories, and whilst easing the pain, in the background they’re buggering up your stomach and that’ll cause you grief for the rest of your days. And all through this you’re having a “regular” check up with your specialist – regular meaning every 6 months if you’re lucky.
A few years back (it’s on other pages of this blog I won’t bore you again!) I was put on a rather nasty drug normally used for chemotherapy. This did nothing for my condition and left me feeling like shit most of the time. At this point I started to lose hope because if this is all they’ve got, life will only get worse. But then, some hope appeared in the form of a new drug. My specialist was very keen to take me off the previous drug and put me on the new one. Normally used for rheumatoid arthritis, it was showing good effects on AS patients too. Did I really want to inject myself with it every fortnight? No not really. Was I willing to give it a try? Not half. And so it started. Eighteen months on, I’ve had no nasty side effects. I still don’t like doing the jab, but it’s one of those pen things so it’s just something I grin and bear. And… despite it being an incurable condition I feel normal. Completely normal. About the only thing I can highlight is that I still can’t walk long distances because it jars my hips. But I can cycle for ever (well, about 35 miles in one go to be precise, I’ve done several charity rides) and everyday life is pretty much as if I was 19 again, except without all the drinking and waking up in strange houses. I dare say some of the occasional aches and pains I get are because at 39 I’m just plain getting older!
I’m rambling. I know. Sorry. Where is this going you’re wondering (and possibly begging)? The question is, should I have had some great feeling of epiphany, you know, life has been transformed, should I be taking up base-jumping or something? In my position would you be planning mad things, or would you just be grateful that normal life has returned? In my situation I’m just feeling grateful of the chance to be normal again. For all I know the drug may start causing side effects I can’t handle. Maybe my funding will be withdrawn (the drug costs about £15,000 a year apparently). Maybe it will just stop working.
What would you do? Appreciate riding a bike and not being in pain, or would you be bungie jumping every weekend? I’d be interested to hear in the comments below or on twitter (@timallenphoto).
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