Nancer the Dancer: Myositis and Me - Paperback

by Judith Gwinn Adrian (Author)

The inspired 1960's phantasmagoria called Nancy's name. She smiled and joined. Why not?
She was part of the summers of love, and the winters; dancing the light fantastic.
Unique to Nancy's story, however, is that she took this youthful swashbuckler chutzpah and
used it to confront her dermatomyositis; the rare crippling autoimmune disease that attacked
her skeletal muscles, her being AND her physical beauty. Evil trio.

Nancy believed that there are many ways to be crippled and some of them are physical. She
focused her energy on "attitude."

It took her twenty years to squelch Reuben (the name she gave the disease to separate it from
who she was). In final measure the only way to slay Reuben was for Nancy to die. By dying, she
beat him--turned him to ash.

Toward the end, she wrote: "Let's get one thing straight--if I never go anywhere or do anything
else again in my life, I suspect I've had one of the best times of anyone I know. It's been mostly
fun and I've had entertaining company. I got to cherish the fat arms of the babies, the silly
laughter between friends, spontaneity, respect, comfy laps and the touch of his hand."