In the summer of 1998 I got the diagnosis that changed my life changed forever. I had the autoimmune disease lupus. I finally had answers. But eventually I developed secondary fibromyalgia, a chronic pain condition associated with lupus, and chronic fatigue, which took over every minute of my every day. For years I managed my life and responsibilities in the shadow of illness. I struggled to be happy. Anger consumed me. I grew tired as I mourned the former me. After grappling with the realities of compromised health for well over ten years and grieving the loss of a parent, I arrived at a...