One important thing I’ve learned about dealing with a chronic illness is that plans always change. I had to take time last week to completely care for myself. I had a severe crisis that sent me straight to the doctor. Bed for 3 days was a must. Life had caught up in the worse way. My soldiers in armour came through with food and transporting me to my appointments. Having to concede to a flare feels like you are being punished for living, on the other hand each time you get to see how much stronger you’ve become. I hope I was slightly missed by someone who reads this blog, if so continue to push through. I ‘m back!