The wolf was really active all summer and did his best to blow down my house. My body is bruised and battered from our daily battles with rashes up and down my arms and, as always, my wolf face. I look in the mirror and see the wolf staring back at me from my green and gold eyes to the malar rash that spreads across my cheeks and nose. The wolf smiles because he thinks he's winning. But I know that I will never give up so he will NEVER win.

I am certainly maimed; the rashes up my hand and forearms look like burns and my "blush" no longer can be passed off as rosy cheeks since it extends from my jawline to my forehead and across the whole bridge of my nose. My body is so tired of fighting; I wake up every morning exhausted from the night's battle. If it was up to my body, it would have quit a long time ago. But not me. I will never quit and the wolf knows it. That is why he chose me; the wolf loves a challenge and he loves the hunt. His determination is almost as strong as mine.

Th wolf has gained a lot of momentum as the years have passed and my illness has continued to progress from lupus to lupus plus osteopenia, sjogren's syndrome, Raynaud's phenomenon, and more. There is so much more to add to that list but that's for a future post. The wolf really believes he is going to win soon, and I feel his strength growing in me as he senses my body weaken more and more. I am hanging on the edge by my fingertips but I still will never quit. I was born a fighter and will die fighting.

The wolf has been been waiting a long time, silently stalking me. He preys on weakness so I must remain strong especially at my weakest. I must believe I am stronger; it's my only chance of survival. I am a fighter, I am a survivor and I am stronger than the wolf. I'll blow his house down before he does mine.
 
Keep fighting, my warrior friends, and never let anyone or anything break your spirit.  

xoxo
 
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