This is my dad, Johnny. His symptoms came on suddenly when he was 17 years old. He was already a husband and father by that time (crazy, but true). It would be more than 10 years and countless doctors before he was diagnosed at 28. He worked construction and there were many injuries along the way. Injuries worsened by the AS. He had his first joint replacement before his 40th birthday. Many more followed. He struggled with the pain and the need to provide for his family. He turned to illegal drugs that allowed him to do that. He eventually got clean and he lived with the daily, constant pain. As if that wasn’t enough, he carried guilt after my own diagnosis when I was 16.
He passed suddenly in January 2016 at 48 years old. He was a husband of 32 years, a father of 2, and grandfather of 6 (his pride and joy, by the way). He had accepted Jesus as his Savior years earlier so I KNOW that today he’s free from that bondage of pain.
Mississippi, United States of America