I remember Littlepaw (I think it was) using a really good phrase about dealing with this disease. It was something to the effect of, balance acceptance with fight.

I've had RSD now for over 2.5 years. It took nine months to get diagnosed so I've spent about two years trying to wrap my mind around this crazy disease and researching treatment options. I feel like have plenty of fight but I'm running low on the acceptance part. As long as I have some new treatment around the bend, I have trouble not thinking it's my magic bullet to make this nightmare go away. I can say it to myself a million times, and I'm in therapy. But I can't make it real on all levels.

What are your stories of acceptance or non acceptance?

Denise