My name is Helen. At age twelve I
came down with a mysterious virus. I wore a back brace and slept in a plaster bed in my
teens.
By age twenty one I was diagnosed with
Rheumatoid Arthritis and told I would "have it for life".
As a young mum I was struggling to do up 'nappy
pins'. The prescription drugs I was given made my stomach bleed.
I looked for 'alternatives' to escape the pain.
At age 38 I was tired, limited by the
arthritis, felt rundown and was over weight. |