Last February we celebrated our 10 year anniversary with a great weekend away in Newport, RI (a special place for us). That weekend I wore my wedding rings, actually squeezed them on these sausage fingers is more like it. That weekend I came home, put my beautiful rings in a jewelry box and never wore them again. My fingers had swelled permanently just way to much. Size 7 to a 10 to be exact!
At the time I wasn't to disappointed. I was ready to go shopping for a temporary set until we had the money to get them reset because the setting was wearing thin. I ordered a new set and it came in a few days. This set of course was not the real thing. I'm not made of money!
Over the next few months I found myself getting sad looking down at my hand. RA had won. I felt defeated. What else was I gonna have to change? These are not the rings I got married with. These are not the rings that made me smile when I was having a rough day because they were so beautiful. These were not the rings that were there for the birth of my daughter and all the other important things in our lives. These rings were a symbol of the disease. Not a symbol of our family's fight.
I relayed my feelings to Joe and he got right on it. Saving money here and there so I could get them fixed, spruced up, and appraised. Today I picked up my rings. Today I won a small battle with RA. Today I yell FURA from the mountain tops. Now when I look down I will think of my family and how perfect they are and smile.