As I mentioned in a previous post, I went to my class reunion this past weekend. At the mixer, the usual questions came up. After I told a classmate about the Fibro, she said "Well, you look wonderful" (believe me, I enjoyed the compliment). My best friend (nurse, school mate, my lamaze coach, known since birth) told the girl that I have good days and bad days. Wow, I almost started crying. It's really kind of the first time someone stepped in and helped me out like that. I always have this little nagging thought in the back of my mind that no one believes me. I know all of you can imagine how good that felt to hear. Now, I just have to remember to tell her how much that meant to me.