I loved the discussion about embracing the disease, have copied it for future reference, and have been thinking about it. I was working in my garden when an analogy to it came to me. I can't say I've embraced my disease yet, but I'm working on it. I'd like to tell a story that I think will illustrate the concept to some of us. Please tell me if I don't get it yet. I live on a farm, and several years ago - before my fibromyalgia reared its ugly head - my husband dug a deep pond, 130 feet long. I would garden around it, though I knew that it would be semi-wild, and we would enjoy the wildlife it would attract. (By the way, I still garden. My doctor approves because he wants me to get some exercise and has not been able to get me to get started on yoga or some other, safer exercise.) Anyway, the first year it started out barren, but in addition to the wild flowers I had seeded, I planted squash, melons, tomatoes and Swiss chard. These were the best vegetables I had ever grown! The second year, the wild flowers, bulbs, rizomes, and roots I had planted had grown so thick I couldn't seem to get much going in the vegetable department except some squash and Swiss chard. By the third year, cattails had appeared. Eventually, these - in addition to the horsetail reed I had innocently planted - threatened to take over the pond. For that matter, Bermuda grass had invaded and would send long vines out into the water creating large mats of vegetation several feet out. My mint had grown like weeds - nice weeds sometimes, but weeds. Other, more noxious weeds asserted themselves like Johnson grass. Still, I could plant my flowers and enjoyed them. But certain kinds of weeds really bothered me. I hated them! I hated looking at them! They really interfered with my enjoyment of a feature of my property that continues, nevertheless, to give my husband, our children and grandchildren, all our relatives and friends much joy. It occured to me that while I'd jump at the chance if could wipe them out tomorrow, I might enjoy my pond more if I'd appreciate the forms of the weeds, too, because I could never stamp them out. I'd try to control them, but the pond would take the shape it would. I'd add my flowers and other plants, hope for the best and enjoy my pond. Now, I don't for a minute suggest that I should enjoy my illness, but I think the acceptance of what I cannot change might be of some help. I can find ways to comfort myself, mitigate difficulties, solve problems, or whatever...but, but my fibromyalgia won't go away and, while I don't think I will enjoy it - like I might find it in myself to do with the unwanted weeds - at least I can learn to live with it. Do I have it right?