To the Newly Diagnosed:
Spondyville Mayor, Michael Smith, (a.k.a. Spenser23), accepts the Harry Bruckel Volunteer award in October 2000, from Josh Eldridge, the President of the Spondylitis Association of America.
A message from the Mayor of Spondyville.
Welcome to Spondyville. If you're reading this, then most likely you, or someone you know, has been recently diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis or some form of Spondylarthropathy.

First off, let me reassure you. You are NOT alone.  There are close to one million people in North America with AS, some diagnosed, some not.

Secondly, DON'T panic.  This is not the end of the world, although, it may feel like that right now. Trust me, You WILL get through this.

True, Ankylosing Spondylitis
is a chronic degenerative disease. And it can, in it's most severe form, be debilitating. Your spine and neck could possibly fuse. You could be in constant pain for years. On the other hand, some people never fuse and some have very little pain. The truth is, for most, this disease IS manageable. Yes, you may need to make some changes in your life. (Your days as a rodeo cowboy or a WWE Superstar may be over.) But with a little fortitude, a certain steely resolve and a willingness to adapt, you can cope with AS and still lead a happy, productive and even satisfying life.  The other thing necessary to successfully coping with this disease, is keeping your sense of humor.  That's one of the things this website will try to help you maintain.

On the medical front, the future looks bright. New medicines and new treatment options are being approved all the time, and research to find a cure for AS continues.

In the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy your stay in Spondyville. Remember, in Spondyville, ALL the residents have AS. So here, you're not that guy at work who can't bend over, or the gal with the perpetually stiff neck, you're just one of the townfolk. Here, you're an individual; you're not your disease.

The residents of Spondyville are a very warm and supportive group of people. The longtime residents, who are quite experienced in dealing with this disease, are always willing to help a new-comer and fellow Spondy by sharing their knowledge and experiences.

I hope you'll check out the
Spondyville Support Group home base, and I look forward to seeing you around town.

Spenser23@aol.com

(I dedicate the following poem to ALL ASers.)
A Poem for my fellow residents of Spondyville

There is a moment, after they tell you,
That you have an incurable, chronic degenerative disease, That you feel all alone, That you ARE all alone, That you are the only one that you know that has to deal with something so huge, so formidible, so difficult, so challenging and utterly life-changing.

There is a moment, after they tell you,
That everything will be okay,

That you feel they are lying, that your life is now definitely and completely over, and that no-one understands or knows the full extent of what you have lost.

We do.

We who have what you have.
We who've lost what you've lost.
We who feel the pain that you feel.
We who struggle with what you struggle with. We're fighting to keep our lives from becoming less than what we dreamed they would be before all this. And we're scared that we are losing the fight.

We know. We know the fear of unknown disability and uncertain futures.

We know how what you thought you were is no longer how you are.

We know how hard life has become in more ways than anyone else can possibly know.

We know.

We are a miracle in your life.

We are the vindication that you are not alone, that you are understood by someone.

We are your reassurance that despite it all, you can make it through the difficult times.
We are your mirror and your sounding board.

We are your miracle.

We are not alone, we are united in our understanding. We are each other's insistence that we can carry on, that giving up is not an option.

We are each other's lesson that our lives still have worth and can continue on, striving to learn and then reaching out to teach, in an unending cycle of giving and receiving.

When you sink into despair, and think the worst, We know. We have too. We know all the levels of Hell that there are to know. Just as you know them.

We are your miracle. We will steady you, so you don't fall, help you learn to cope and shed real tears for your pain, which is the pain we, ourselves know all too well.

There is a moment, sometimes long after they tell you that you have an incurable, chronic degenerative disease, that you come to know that you are still you and that despite it all, you are going to be all right.

We are each other's miracle.

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Poem copyright 2004 by Michael Tracy Smith