This past week I had a very vivid dream. I dreamt that I woke up and when I opened my hands I wasn’t greeted with the familiar pain and stiffness that makes me wince. I got up and walked across the bedroom without feeling like I was walking on broken glass. I remember thinking that I was “better,” that healing or at least remission had finally happened!
Then my alarm went off. And I winced as I opened my hands. Quiet tears streamed down my cheeks.
I struggled with the vivid images that morning while getting ready for work.
Later that morning the thought occurred that maybe the meaning behind the dream was that healing was coming. The message was to stay the course. To stay strong.
I do know that food is a major factor in my disease. Since inducing a flare by eating trigger foods in order to do the food testing, I’ve not been able to settle my body back down.
I went back on the Autoimmune Protocol Diet (AIP) this past week. It’s super strict but I know that it’s necessary. Five days into it and inflammation began to subside.
Six days in and my hands and feet aren’t weren’t as stiff or hurting as much.
Seven days in, and I have almost no stiffness in my hands or pain in my feet.
This morning as I write I’m grateful for a reprieve. Despite the cold and the rain, I am feeling good!
I saw the naturopath doctor Friday and the visit was a good one. Three hours going over my symptoms and current treatment plan.
She tweaked the supplements that I’m on. Reducing some. Adding others.
She’s ordered some x-rays, and will be repeating what my rheumatologist had ordered over two years ago when I was diagnosed. She wants to see how much damage has been done to my joints to gauge the disease progression.
I’m still completely impressed with her thorough approach to my health.
And this morning I’m encouraged that it wasn’t just a dream. Rather a vision of what’s coming. And where I’ll eventually be…for good.