After a few years of many unexplained ER visits, surgeries, random joints ripping (like from minor tasks such as lifting a dish towel off the counter), I was properly diagnosed with the auto-immune disease Rheumatoid Arthritis. Exceedingly painful, debilitating and potentially fatal, my doctors started me on Prednisone to halt further joint and limb deformation, reduce pain and relieve depression. The exhilarating affect of the drug is seen here.

The bliss of my first tub after two years of incisions and wound care, which kept me from water submersion. The joyful bubbles, fun colors and fantasy cranes reflect the great pleasure I felt just to be... Home At Last...in my tub. Correspondingly, the crane represents longevity, and my hope that the surgeries I survived might be my last.