There is something enchanting about the city of Rochester, Minnesota. It is known to many as the medical capital of the United States, for me the small city holds a peculiar feeling of home. Continue reading “Rochester, MN-Part One”
I was diagnosed with ankylosing spondylitis in December of 2015, at the time I was 25 years old. I survived five excruciating years of debilitating pain and illness before I made the decision to travel over 1,160 miles from home in search of an answer. As for many others with AS, my history with the disease has not been a walk through the park. I experienced a wide array of symptoms which were not recognized as complications of ankylosing spondylitis. I was tossed back and forth from neurologists to rheumatologists, each stating there was no physical evidence I had anything wrong with me.