Autoimmune disease — and arthritis in particular — is a very frustrating illness to help find a cure for. Arthritis doesn’t have a celebrity who is on TV all the time, constantly crusading. Arthritis doesn’t have a color of ribbon to call its own. Arthritis always ends up last on most people’s donation lists, if at all.
Simply put, arthritis isn’t sexy.
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It’s a banner day, my faithful readers. For all the years that I have been writing this column, I have intermittently spoken about a phantom “book” that I was writing. The book, an autobiography, tells the story of how I have lived my life with Rheumatoid Arthritis, 25 years in the making. Those of you who have been faithfully following my column have heard the story of “the book” in bits and pieces, but to celebrate finally finishing my magnum opus, I figured I’d post a sort of retrospective of my time here at CJ, and tell the story of the inception of my book, from beginning to end.
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