This is so hard for me to write. As i read all of your posts, its me. I've had rsd for 10 yrs now and I can't stand myself. I think about how I used to cook holiday dinners, make homemade cookies for my kids. I always said when I had grandkids I would do the same just like my grandmother. Now I'am luckey if I can make supper. I try to hide the crying and anger. Always a ''HAPPY FACE'' but its a lie. My husband is good to me, but he won't talk about the rsd and how I feel. I know its because he is so afraid of what may come next. I feel so bad for all of you. It makes me even sadder to know other people are facing this monster.


Sue K