Each and every time I am out on the Muskegon River, I can feel the weight of my disease lessen. The weight of 20 years of achy, swollen and now deformed joints. The weight of 20 years of debilitating, can’t-even-lift-your-head-off-the-pillow fatigue. The weight of 20 years of pain — the type of pain that reaches to even the split-ends of your longest hairs and to the deepest branches on your lungs. All of that weight seems to be lifted when I am out on the water. I feel weightless. Free. At Peace. On the river, my Lupus feels as if it never existed…
Read more of Katie’s health journey at home in our July/Aug issue.
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