Springtime in 1967

It is springtime in 1967. I am three years old and I have juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. Doctors in my small town of Opelousas, Louisiana can't diagnose my illness but they speculate that it is indeed JRA. My parents are devastated and the doctors tell them that they have done everything they possibly can to help me and prayers won't hurt. My older sister is called into my hospital room to tell me goodbye because the doctors don't expect me to live. They can't control my fevers.

A Personal Journey

You will be taken on a journey of heartbreak and triumph as you witness this little girl's personal lifelong battle with arthritis.