A Young Wife’s Tale

There’s not much to tell about David’s psoriatic arthritis right now. We’re just playing the waiting game. Waiting for the house to sell. Waiting for better health insurance to cover the Humira David needs. Waiting to see if we have to move to Arizona for the climate. Waiting to see what happens since David hasn’t taking his Methotrexate and Plaquenil in a month. Waiting to see if the exercise program David is on helps. Waiting is no fun.

David and I met when we were fifteen. We lived on the same street for years, but never noticed each other. David and I met at church. The first time I remember meeting David was when Kyle’s dad picked a bunch of us up to take us to a youth event. We saw each other at several other youth events, and then, in December, our youth group volunteered at the Salvation Army. That’s when David and I really hit it off.

They were able to get us $500 a month, but $1,000 a month is still to expensive.

David and I have decided that if David can’t get the Humira, or if he does get it, but he doesn’t feel better quickly, we will have to move to Arizona. Things are so bad. We can’t keep living like this.