Good days, bad days.

Every day I get up and know that I am fighting a loosing battle. Some days it’s easier to face than others. Every time I relapse, I know that I’ve lost another piece of me that I will never get back. Be left with some permanent reminder of the relapse when I’ve gone into remission.

At the moment I’m dealing with headaches left from the nerve damage in my neck. I had to have an injection on Tuesday into the back of my head to settle the inflamed nerves down.