In a Good Spot

It is springtime in 1967. I am three years old and I have juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. Doctors in my small town of Opelousas, Louisiana cant 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 wont hurt. My older sister is called into my hospital room to tell me goodbye because the doctors dont expect me to live. They cant control my fevers.

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