Guys, the National Psoriasis Foundation’s National Volunteer Leadership Conference (if you follow me on Twitter and saw a lot of #psonvlc, that’s what it was referencing) was awesome—and a great excuse to take a few days off work and hang around Washington, D.C. I’ll write more about the trip itself—and its impact on me, health-wise—later.
The conference was really great; there was an exhibit hall with vendors and information, all kinds of breakout sessions on everything from raising awareness to raising money and—of course—the big event: Climb the Hill for a Cure day, when psoriasis advocates hit up their Congressional representatives for support of the Psoriasis аnd Psoriatic Arthritis Research, Cure, аnd Care Act of 2011. (I was unable to go to that, unfortunately, since Tuesdays are a big day in newspaper-land.)
The breakout sessions I attended were on raising awareness on social media and in the traditional media (I actually got to talk a bit about being a blogger and the editor of a newspaper, though the latter half on newspapers was more of a rant on what annoys me and leads me to not publish things in the paper), a round-table discussion with some of the other mentors in the One to One program and a presentation on the highlights of psoriasis research and drug development. If you guys want, I can post my part of the social media presentation here; I’m also trying to get a hold of the PowerPoints from some of the other presenters, since I’ve had requests from people who weren’t invited to the conference. If and when I get them, I’ll post ’em here, too.
But one of the coolest parts of the conference was meeting so many amazing people, like Marie B and Kathryn and Chris, mum to Carly and Katelyn. It was so refreshing to be in a room with people who get it, who have gone through what I’ve dealt with because they have psoriasis or they have psoriatic arthritis—or they know and love and support someone who does. I left the conference feeling like anything was possible. Just a few days later, I’m struggling with putting that feeling into action, but if nothing else, I left feeling hopeful. And that’s a good start.