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Thank you all so very much for all the support and the good wishes. My flist is made of goodness.

The truth is that now that the diagnosis is reality, I'm kind of reeling. Actually, no "kind of" about it. I'm backing away from everything, moving along on automatic. I'm pretty scared. I know I'll get a grip and put this all in perspective, but I just need to feel what I'm feeling for a little bit. Air it out, face it down, put it away. I know that a number of you know people who have lupus, and I guess that they're doing pretty well. I knew one person - a friend - and she died. Silly, really; it was 30 years ago, and a lot has changed in lupus treatment. It's just something that's niggling away at me presently. I'll get a handle on it, no worries. In the meantime, there's Christmas to prepare for.

( Here's a picture of our tree! )