Archive for December, 2012


“Let’s play Twister!” I yell out. Twister was one of my all-time favourite games and my best friend, Anam, had one of her own. Playing Twister at Anam’s house became a ritual.

“Kay!” Anam beams and drags the game out from underneath her blue and white couch.

“Anam,” Her mom calls out. She enters the room, and sees us with the Twister mat all laid out. “Why don’t you guys play something else? This isn’t safe for Kiran. We don’t want her to get tired or hurt herself.” Her mom gently explains in a sympathetic voice.

“I won’t get hurt, I’m fine.” I bounce up and down.

A look of concern washed over Anam’s mom’s face, “Okay, Anam look after her.”

Anam nods. “Kiran, why don’t you spin the twister pad instead?”

“But I don’t like spinning the Twister pad, I want to play with all of you.” I look at my other two friends.

“How about we switch turns after?” Anam smiled and hands me the pad.

I pout and slouch in the seat. I spin the dial and with my eyebrows scrunched together I read out ,“Left hand on blue.”

Growing up with Rheumatoid Arthritis



Read Full Post »

man-morning-stiffness-400x400Soreness pulses through my neck and shoulders. My hands feel cold, coated with a thin layer of sweat. I wrap my arms around my soft pillow. My knuckles collapse inwards and the feeling of push pins stabbing my joints returns. My knee joint feels like its separating, the feeling within it, like small pieces of glass, preventing my knees from bending, but when I do bend them I feel the shards of the concrete within.

My head burns, my temples beat in and out, louder and louder; this never-ending morning headache.

My calves tingle as I lose feeling in my legs. I dare not stretch, knowing full well that I will pull a muscle.

Just another morning: I wake up at 7:00a.m. but I lay there sometimes till 11:00a.m. I wait for the energy to get up. I wait for the pain to calm down. I wait for my anger to cool.

Describing the pain of Arthritis and fibromyalgia


Read Full Post »

Hey Beautifuls,

I came across this inspirational video while I was doing research for my other posts. This brave young woman, Joanne Wurm, created a YouTube video to share her story with everyone, with a goal to raise awareness for rheumatoid arthritis. Her story is heart breaking and my deepest condolences go out to this brave girl and her family.

Thank you for sharing your story Joanne and for keeping your head up!

We’re all here for you ❤



Read Full Post »


“Mommy…” I dragged out the word as I bobbed up and down on my tippy toes.

“Hun ji (Yes).” My mom responded as she ironed my dad’s shirt.

“Could I please have high heels?” I fluttered my eye lashes and danced around her like the little Tasmanian devil I was.

“When you’re older, yes.” She smiled.

My love/hate relationship with heels


Read Full Post »

When I was twelve, every night before bed, my mom would come upstairs with all my medications and I would always pretend to be asleep.

“Kiran, It’s medy time.” My mom would call out, thinking that making medicine sound cute would make the tedious task somewhat less tedious.

I would curl up under my Barbie bed sheets, with my blanket over my head, using it as medication_image_title_wusfxsome sort of tent. Medication wasn’t allowed in this tent.

I would yell back, “No. I don’t want it. I had it yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. I don’t want it.” I would pout. I would cry. I remember hearing my mom cry. She didn’t want to give me the medication either; she didn’t want me to be sick. But I was sick, and she knew I had to take it.

“It will only take a second.” My mom would try again. I would rip the covers off, with my hair all in a mess. I would nod and take my medication.

I never understood why I needed to take all those pills

I never understood why I needed to take those little blue, green, and white coloured pills, which were sometimes circle-shaped and sometimes oval. Sick Kids said I needed to take them. My parents said I needed to take them. They probably even told me why, but I didn’t care to listen. I didn’t want to listen. I wanted to be normal.

Now I understand why I need to take them; I understand that if I want to be healthy, I have to take them. I hope this will help you understand too.

What are our joints made up of?

Read Full Post »