I've had RSD for 3 years and it's in my arms, face and back.

My son is now 13 years old. He understands and knows that I hurt. He tries to keep the dogs away when I'm having a bad day. He often sees me, for instance, cleaning the windows this weekend. He stepped in and helped me.

He knows a little bit about RSD, but for the most part just knows that I hurt and that I have a nerve disease.

It is hard for my son to see me hurt and cry in pain. My arms are better because of the stimulator I had implanted recently, but it doesn't take everything away and now has spread to my back.

This disease just plain sucks. It's hard on everyone in the family.