This past weekend, Allison and I attended the Arthritis Conference in St. Louis. The conference was a rousing success with over 1000 attendees, most of whom were families with children. At the conference, Allison and I gave a seminar on how to exist in a relationship when one of the partners is chronically ill. I’m not sure how well the seminar went off (the attendees were younger than we expected, so some of the material may have been a bit too mature), but we did manage to have some fun and get a few laughs from our audience. Now that we are back home, thinking about all the sessions held at the conference, I was proud to see how far we have come since I was diagnosed with J.R.A. back in 1986.
This week I was going to write about something funny, something trivial, and something light in order to offset the heartfelt but maudlin tribute that the last column turned into. As I often do, I had something pretty spectacular lined up, guaranteed to make you all laugh. Unfortunately, as I am writing this entry, I simply do not feel like laughing, and when I explain why you will certainly agree.